Mike was gradually losing track of time, the only thing he knew was that the parties of adventures became fewer and fewer
"...What floor are we on now Lina?"
"Floor 58 master"
"I see… No wonder the adventures are getting scarce… Oh well"
Mike might sound relaxed but he was in fact in a fight with a high goblin in full armor armed with a razor sharp sword, Mike slashed out with the knife and cut through the sword along with the high goblin's armor leaving a cut on its stomach before he spun around and sent out a kick sending the high goblin flying back as he muttered
"[Drink]"
