After ending the call with Secretary Brown, Ree Shil checked the time.
He realized that he had already slept for more than ten hours.
"But wasn't it said that the whole top floor of the clubhouse was booked for the entire night? It probably doesn't matter if I take it easy for a bit," he thought.
With that in mind, he slowly got out of bed and leisurely washed up.
Then he walked out of the room and found that the house was empty.
"Right, I think all the staff from every card club can join tonight's private event."
"Mossy Mushroom and the others haven't been to the clubhouse before, and they mentioned wanting to go."
As for Slame and Andrew Hill, they certainly wouldn't miss out on this type of gathering.
Anyway, Slame always finds a way to get some kind of honorary worker title or something similar.
Coming to the dining table, he saw a sealed plastic bowl with a note underneath.
Ree Shil glanced at it, and the plastic bowl was filled with mushroom green mucus porridge.
