Without any warning.
As Annan spoke these words.
The atmosphere in the Grey Tower's hall suddenly became tense.
The originally light aroma of wine abruptly intensified, and almost immediately turned into a stench of alcohol. If it had been like a chocolate liqueur before, now it was as intense as being surrounded by a group of drunkards who had overindulged in spirits.
The players behind Annan suddenly became alert and couldn't help but inwardly grumble, mumbling to themselves about Annan's irrationality: My leader, what are you indulging your tongue in at this place!
Even if you want to fall out with Tricino...
Couldn't you find Niusel first, sign the contract with him, grant him immortality, gear up with full buffs, and then group up to fight the boss!
It's like when Conan has figured out the murderer but doesn't bring the police or any adults with him and just goes to the murderer's home alone to confront the culprit...
That's very brave.
