Auren watched as Jerome's unconscious body was carried off toward the infirmary room.
Around him, a chorus of groans and curses filled the guild hall. The adventurers who had bet on Jerome as the "obvious winner" were now dealing with the bitter taste of lost coins.
"Shit!"
"Crappy Jerome, can't even stomach one kick?"
"He used Rage and still lost that pathetically? What a joke bastard!"
"It had to be a lucky hit. No way a herbalist's kick can carry that much force. Could it be the effect of his drugs?"
Their voices echoed through the hall like a pack of sore gamblers in denial. But one thing is certain: they're all angry at Auren.
Auren scratched his neck awkwardly, pretending not to hear the insults.
Yeah, sure. Blame luck all you want.
Meanwhile, Alyssa and her crew were watching from the stands, their eyes locked on him with interest growing in them.
