The table in front of Leon and the others was already filled with various sizes of wine glasses, all given by the onlookers as "rewards" for their storytelling. Next to him, Fingerley was slightly tipsy, vividly recounting his heroic deeds in the Dungeon.
"I cut down that Monger with one slash, and he pleaded with his hand raised. But just as quickly, his hand splashed blood flames all over my face, and then he killed me."
It seemed people were captivated by his vivid descriptions, not knowing why hearing Fingerley personally talk about adventure coins while looking at the images in the Image Stone was so appealing.
"Before I died, I saw Michaela's large hand move, and it seemed like I heard him talk to me!"
"What did he say, what did he say?" People hurriedly inquired.
"He said, please kill Monger and save us~"
The crowd inexplicably burst into laughter.
