Chapter 317: [315] All Races
The next morning, August slowly opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by women.
Last night had been a whirlwind of activity—twenty women, none left untouched, the revelry stretching into the early hours of dawn. August was somewhat taken aback by his own audacity; to have spent an entire night with twenty women was truly historic.
Observing the women still asleep beside him, August decided not to disturb them and quietly left the small world.
It was already past ten o'clock. After a quick wash, August headed to the nearby tavern, which was still relatively empty due to the early hour.
"Hmph~"
Upon seeing August, Meidri gave an irritated snort, refusing to acknowledge him. She hadn't yet recovered from the events of last night, where not only had she been forcefully kissed, but the tavern owner had witnessed the entire incident. She was still bewildered by how she managed to get through the night.
"Meidri, where are Stunk and the others?" August asked.
"They're out on a mission. Not everyone is as wealthy as you are," Meidri replied tersely.
"I see."
August realized that Stunk must have tried to assemble a team, but due to his absence, they had likely left without him. He felt a pang of guilt for seemingly having stood them up.
Unbeknownst to August, Stunk and Zel had never actually sought him out. They had seen his strength and decided against inviting him, feeling that such a disparity in power made a team-up impractical.