"What do you think? He's probably mopping up the lobby right about now, don't you think?"
"What a boring thing to say."
"Haha, what would be more interesting to brother Thalyn?"
"A bet, of course."
"What sort?"
"How many days will it take him to make the lobby spotless?"
A burst of laughter came in an endless rain. They seemed to find their own jokes to be the most hilarious in the world, with a disgusting sort of vulgarity and self-complacency.
These sorts of rich young masters were considered to be among the most worthless of the world.
Many of them were only Fragmented Sky Gods, with a slight plurality of False Sky Gods. They would never go to the most important battlefields of the world, and honestly speaking, despite all the importance of these Holy Worlds, most of them had situations that had long since stabilized into a stalemate and could actually just be considered protected regions.
