The residence of the snake of Yevilk.
“SIS, you drank too much!”
The archer sat in the training ground of the residence and watched as her sister held a large glass of ale and waved it around. Every few steps she took, she would burp. She was not only drunk, she was also full.
“What’s the matter! It’s rare for me to be so happy today! All the annoying things in my head have been driven out! Keya, you come too!”
The woman wanted to hug the archer’s neck, but the archer nimbly dodged her. The woman’s body thus fell onto the wooden stake the Archer was sitting on and fell into a deep sleep.
The archer looked at the satisfied smile on the woman’s face and could not help but heave a sigh of relief. He found a blanket to cover his sister and looked at the other side of the camp.
There were a bunch of strange things there. Leader Reyerk called them ‘drum sets’and ‘electric guitars’.
