The vice leader nodded, also considering whether to gamble on the Continent Martial Arts Competition, with so much savings maybe three or four Golden Dragons, what if his fortune multiplies to ten thousand?
The vice leader chuckled foolishly, it's pretty much like betting on a horse, this way the drawing stage must be watched carefully, picking a good horse.
Galen entered the telephone booth, closing the door behind him.
Telephone booths in the Imperial City are enclosed, the glass is frosted to protect privacy, and they have strong soundproofing. From outside, you can only see black grids and frosted glass, just enough to discern if someone is inside.
Gren crouched cautiously on the ground, surveying the surroundings like a thief.
Between the eyebrows, there was some resemblance to Doringger, obviously kin, quite handsome.
Having noticed Galen enter, her naturally large Carzilan eyes widened even more.
