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/At the same time, within a private room of the Mercenary Guild…/
/SPLAT!/
As the video of a player being smashed to a pulp by a massive green guy played, a man calmly drank some rough beer with a serene gaze.
He wasn't alone, as next to him were 7 others, all wearing different clothing that represented their Classes and jobs.
They all had the same emblem on their chest… A red emblem…
If it wasn't clear already, everyone was watching a Livestream from one of the many players participating in the 'raid' of the Field Boss of the fields.
/Sip.../
After taking a large sip, he said with a small chuckle:
"How brutal."
/Slurp…/
"You seem pleased." Someone else said as he looked at the man drinking
"Of course I am, look at them, those greedy fucks, they didn't properly assess the situation, and that's what they get."
