After sharing several bottles of drink with Hood, Aske staggered out of the tavern and made his way back slowly.
Although as an esports player one shouldn't drink, this world no longer had esports, so a little alcohol didn't matter.
Walking down the street, the cold night air sobered him up a bit.
Speaking of which, hasn't that kid Hood been here for less than a month?
He actually managed to sow his seeds and had a shotgun wedding?
Tsk tsk tsk, who would have guessed he was such a virile young stallion.
As Aske mused, an intuition of impending danger suddenly crossed his mind, and he dodged a bullet aimed at his temple with lightning speed.
In the alley to his left, a man stared at him incredulously, his handgun still smoking.
"What are you doing?" Aske, maintaining his tilted head, asked.
"I... I..." the man stammered, then suddenly bellowed as he squeezed the trigger, "Long live the independence of Bohemia!"
