"Mages have high damage but weak defense; everybody knows this fact, but there's another fact. This is Hell!"
"Avalanche!"
The skill was cast, and the enemy party's assassin was turned into an ice statue. It happened so fast that his friends couldn't even make a sound. They didn't have much left to do anyway; in less than five minutes, we had them all boxed up and shipped out.
"Raiders!"
"Raiders!"
Our betting odds were incredibly low. It was 1 to 1.10 if I recall correctly, but it seemed we had made a solid profit for many of the spectators. There could be no other explanation for the sheer enthusiasm they showed while chanting our name.
"Max, my boy!"
"Yes, Big Brother!"
"We're going to wake up early again tomorrow, and we got pretty worn out today."
He didn't need to finish the sentence; I got the message loud and clear from where it was heading.
"You're right, let's go get some rest!"
