"Damn, hic," a man with long brown hair placed his head on the bar table. "Roxe will hate me—she won't want to see my face again," he muttered.
They were sitting at the bar that the Knights of the Croix County in the Capital frequented. "Sir, we're sorry, but it doesn't seem like Lady Roxus will be that mad to you," said a young knight. The other three Knights also nodded quickly.
They are quite close to Lucifer. Of course, Lucifer did it on purpose. He had to build a good reputation in Croix County circles. So, several times, he paid for drinking for the knights who went to the bar. He made sure that he didn't just do it to one knight. He made sure that his goodness was fair to them all.
"Hic—"