The trio is currently sitting in front of Sam as they all drank wine together.
"So, you managed to kick the asses of the other players and got wishes from one of the most powerful gods and used it to come and meet us?"
Philip asked with a weird expression.
"Sounds about right."
Sam nodded casually.
"You fucking idiot. I thought you were supposed to be the smart one. Why would you waste your wishes on something like this, you retard." Philip stood up and almost slapped Sam across the face.
But then he realized all the beatings he took when he tried it in the past and came to a conclusion. He shouldn't hit Sam after he came from hell to see them, he is a good friend.
He is also sure that it is definitely not because he is afraid of the beatings.
