�Lian, it�s okay.�What are you doing by asking me something you don�t know?�

�Then what?�Are you really going to go from room to room?�

�No, just ask what you know.�

�You know what?�Like what?�

Gido, who met eyes with Sirone, was startled.

Anger of a different nature than Lian�s.�It felt like my bones were frozen as the chill soared.

�Ask where Falcoa is.�

* * *

Tavern Royal Palace.�B1.

People in the know call this place a temple.�Of course, God doesn�t stay.�But sometimes he sees God, because of the hallucination caused by the loop.

After all, the VIP room on the 4th floor is a place where tourists who came only after hearing rumors came in and out, and all the real exhaust was in the basement.

The temple was a space where various drugs were distributed and stimulants, loops, could be enjoyed without wanting, so to speak, a space for those who were crazy for pleasure.

The temple is divided into 17 sections, and the total area is 1.5 times larger than the first floor.�

It was always full, but only room 4 was not open to guests, because it was the room of Falcoa, the leader of the freeman organization and the president of the palace.

�So I asked him.�Will he be buried after he dies, or will he die after being buried?�So do you know what he said?�

�Ughh, what did you say, chief?�What does he say?�

Falcoa screamed as she pretended to die.

�Please save my feet!�

�Aww!�driving me crazy!�Save my feet!�

�Puhahaha!�My stomach hurts from laughing so much!�Please help me!�

Falcoa�s men banged on the table and exploded with pyrotechnics.�But Jess couldn�t understand it at all.

�Crazy guys.�What the hell is this funny about?�I�m not crazy.�

�Oh my dear.�Why don�t you drink?�

Jess just shook his head without even making eye contact with his partner.�It seemed that if I drank here, I would never see the sun rising tomorrow.

Jess gently turned his head to look at Falcoa�s partner.�He was sitting by Amy, whom he had brought with him.

Of course, she also didn�t understand Falcoa�s laughing code and was just looking straight ahead with a dry face.

�It�s really great.�I�m scared to death, but my expression doesn�t change.�

If you are an ordinary woman, especially if you are a girl, it is normal to be afraid in a situation surrounded by bloody gang members.�However, there was no trace of tension on Amy�s face.

�Oh, that�s noisy.�Bored.�I want to go back.�

Amy moistened her lips with the drink in front of her.�Because she is an aristocrat, she has learned Judo, but she is not inclined to drink, and she does not drink in the first place.�She was bored, and the amount she sipped was enough to cover the bottom of her bottle. JrNovels.com