Villain Ch 1284. I'm Too Rich For That!
The tavern was alive with noise, laughter, and clinking glasses. Players crowded the tables, their voices overlapping in a chaotic symphony. Despite the darkened atmosphere of Debaris, the energy inside was light, almost celebratory.
Once they entered, Red_King immediately waved at a table near the back, where MasterCraft sat surrounded by familiar faces.
"There he is!" MasterCraft called, raising his mug in greeting. "Allen, about time you showed up!"
Allen approached the table, his presence drawing curious glances from nearby players.
"Didn't think you'd come," Arcana said, taking a seat beside him.
"Neither did I," Allen replied with a faint smirk as he slipped into a seat at the bustling table. The tavern was alive with chatter, mugs clinking, and the faint glow of spell effects as players lingered post-battle. The air buzzed with an odd mix of defeat and camaraderie, a strange balance of shared losses and small victories.
