"Shall we head elsewhere to continue this eting? I never liked having etings in this office. It feels too formal."
Della suggested.
"We’ll follow you."
Nick said.
With that, they left the office, and the outside-standing guild mbers watched them leave—they followed way behind.
Just to make sure that their guild master, Della, would stay safe.
After a while of walking, they arrived at the common room—it’s where the players usually gather to socialize and plan their next quests.
The fireplace crackled with warmth. The tables had General’s Ga opened up. The couches were scattered about in the room.
It was a very cozy-looking place.
The windows were also without a curtain.
It allowed them to see the setting sun and the sky that was about to turn dark—later at night, they could see the stars, moons, and aurora borealis.
"Feel free to make yourself at ho. I can give an order for one of my subordinates to head to the kitchen to make so refreshnts for you as well."
Della sat down with a smile on her face.
"I don’t mind a drink."
Prince Amatumba sat down on a couch.
He was a dark-skinned man with round eyes and three red dots on his forehead. He had a deep voice that was soothing to listen to.
It might be cold for him, as he was only wearing a traditional robe that so monks might be wearing.
"Sure thing~"
Della looked over to one of the players, who responded with a nod, and headed off to get so drinks.
She then looked back at Amatumba, and honestly, she felt quite uneasy, as she knew who this man was.
"Butcher of Manila—what a fancy nickna you got."
Rock sat down beside his granddaughter and said with a grin.
His granddaughter shot him a gaze and scread inwardly, ’Are you a fool?’ But she knew better than to say it out loud.
’Why would you say that, dumb grandfather? You don’t even know whether that nickna is an insult or praise!’
Della felt like facepalming.
"I don’t think so, Demon Instructor, as I think your nickna is much better than mine."
Prince Amatumba said.
"Hehe~"
Rock grinned.
However.
Even though he was acting lightheartedly, even Rock knew that Amatumba wasn’t a person to be ssed with.
The Butcher of Manila was a person that every top player knew about—his nickna was very famous among the gaming community.
"You’re Barach, aren’t you?"
In that mont, Waylen sat down at a table where there was another person sitting and quickly started a conversation.
"Hmm?"
Barach looked at him.
"Who are you?"
He asked.
"Waylen."
He said with a smile.
"I don’t know you."
Barach said.
"Yeah... I am still in the middle of increasing my reputation. I plan on joining so of those Player-Versus-Player tournants soon... I heard you are a decent duelist."
Waylen said with a smile.
"...You heard, huh?"
Barach scoffed.
"I heard you’re one of the best. I heard that you even dueled against Leon. How did it go?"
Waylen asked curiously.
"...You’re curious about Leon? Why is that? I sense more than just curiosity, I sense urgency. What’s that all about?"
Barach asked.
"I want to defeat Leon one day. He is the strongest player, after all. Isn’t that what every player aspires to?"
Waylen asked with a chuckle.
"You want to defeat him? Well, good luck with that."
Barach laughed.
"You didn’t answer my question yet—you fought him, so how did the fight go? Was it close, and do you have any tips for ?"
Waylen asked.
"You’re loud..."
Barach stood up and left the table—he went to stand by the window instead—just looking at the setting sun.
"Tch..."
Waylen leaned against the backrest of the chair.
In another table, Fang Raon sat with Anna, as she refused to leave his side, and Nick and Incognito joined them at the sa ti.
"Na’s Nick, nice to et you."
"Hi."
Fang Raon shook hands with them and then turned to look at Incognito—he was a black-haired man with an average face.
Buzz~
At that mont, Fang Raon heard his chat window go off—soone sent him a ssage—and he quickly checked it out.
[Rock: The black-haired guy’s na is Incognito. He is the strategist of Anna’s Angels. He is also one of the world’s greatest General’s Ga players]
[Rock: In the last world championships, he was third. He is an expert at predicting his opponents’ moves]
[Rock: If you want to see the level of the world’s best, I’d suggest challenging him for a ga. I am sure he will accept]
Fang Raon read through the ssages and shot a gaze towards Rock—who was just talking with Amatumba while sneakily sending those ssages.
’Why is he telling this? Maybe he is still pissed off about that cheek kiss with Della. Or maybe he actually wants to use this as a training opportunity.’
Fang Raon thought.
"I am Fang Raon. Nice to et you...?"
He looked at the black-haired man, who returned the gaze, his sharp eyes locking with his—as if he could see his thoughts.
"Incognito... I’ve heard a great deal about you, Guild Master Anna’s brother."
He said.
"I am a little bored. Do you play General’s Ga, by any chance? If you do, shall we have a match?"
Fang Raon asked with a smile.
"Haha."
Nick laughed.
He found it very amusing but didn’t tell Fang Raon why he found it amusing, as he wanted to see where this went.
In Anna’s Angels, there was nobody that could be a challenge to Incognito in a ga of General’s Ga.
Thus, he always had to seek elsewhere for so challenge.
"...Sure."
Incognito replied.
While he was still new in Anna’s Angels, they ended up in a Guild War, and they all trusted him to find a strategy to win.
However.
He couldn’t find anything that could get them a victory, but then Anna sought another person for advice—from her brother.
And that advice helped them to win the Guild War.
That brother was Fang Raon.
"Incognito..."
Anna said coldly.
It was like she was saying, "If you embarrass my brother, I will kill you," and she wasn’t joking around either.
"It will be just for fun."
Incognito said with a twitching smile.
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