Chapter 165: The Madness of Lyon
[Megaman Tiga: I'm currently in Lyon's imperial capital. I just stepped out of the teleportation array…]
The moment Ambrose sent that message, the group chat exploded.
The first in line was Heki Stone.
This dwarven vampire was Ambrose's top hater in the Elegiac Society.
He had only just recovered from the shock of the Elven Queen practically throwing herself at Ambrose—only for such a message to pop up. His mood immediately soured.
[Human-Hater: You ******! What nonsense are you spouting now? The imperial capital of Lyon? An undead would be blasted into ash before even getting close.]
The second in line was Gareth, who had married into wealth. He probably had nothing to do all day; he never missed a single chat session.
[Dullahan's Crown: Bro, I'm siding with the dwarf this time. Even if you're just bragging, this is going too far. The imperial capital of Lyon? Even I wouldn't dare go near that place. With your tiny frame, the holy light would blast you so hard there wouldn't even be bone ash left.]
Ambrose read their replies, pondered briefly, then continued writing. [Megaman Tiga: Gentlemen, care to make a wager?]