"Old man Kaur?! You're joining their bullshit too?!"
"Shh…Isobel. Now flip out before the three-minute mark so I can get finally get that lakeside resort from this idiot."
The green-eyed man whom Isobel referred to as 'Old man Kaur', gave a reply that the woman never expected, before going on to raise the stakes of his bet with the others.
"Give up, Isobel. There's nothing you can do when they get like this."
The tiger beastkin woman beside Isobel shook her head and spoke as she patted the poor Warlord's shoulder to console her.
"First off, stop calling me 'Old Man', I'm not even the oldest one here. Just call me Alden.
Still…I can understand why young Luke would be aggrieved. He has a reputation to maintain as the Alpha Continent's 'Sword Saint'.
How can someone that powerful lose in a sword fight against a kid who's still wet behind the ears?
Anyone with a brain would be able to realise something fishy was going on there."
