CARAMEL put down four mugs of beer on the table. Her pub had a lot of customers every midnight. Most of these players just came out of a dungeon or lair. They came to pass another hour or two here to relieve themselves of misery and tiredness by drinking for a few hours. Pretending they were happy.
Wicked Players didn’t celebrate. The coldness and cruelness of this world had grown deep within them.
Caramel was happy that she had someone she loved here who could warm her heart.
“Have you heard? Some Wicked Hunters are stupid enough to attack a Dragon King.”
“Yeah? I bet they were wiped out?”
“What else could have happened?”
Caramel stopped at one of the tables when she heard the conversation in one of the tables.
“A Dragon King got attacked?” she butted in with a pleasant smile. “Tha
