Chapter 400: Hollow Land
(Several days later, inside an inn.)
<Hollow Oath: You are recognized as a candidate for the Hollow Throne.>
<Candidate Selection Timer: 5 minutes>
<Total Candidate Count: 81,985 → 35,918>
"Hmm..." Rael stared at the pop-up, holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
He took a few sips, gurgled them a little, and then spat them out directly onto the people in front of him.
Coincidentally, they didn’t protest. After all, how could they? The earlier brawl had lasted only a few seconds since Rael had knocked them all out with a single finger.
Rael turned toward the side, meeting the banged-up Frederick’s eyes.
"You alright?" Rael asked with a sigh. "I have to leave in a bit. Not sure when I’ll be back, but probably by the time the next missions starts."
Although Frederick was drunk, he was still a Grade 3 being, so after wobbling for a few moments, he channeled mana throughout his body. Less than a second later, he burped, causing all of the alcohol to be flushed out as well.
"I’ll be fine, Aster," Frederick replied. "Thanks for showing up. We’ll be drinking for another week or so. Feel free to drop by if you’re around."
Of course, by ’we,’ he meant the Starlight Division. They were currently in the far end of the inn, drinking everything they could find.