"Let's have a good game." Sheva offered a handshake as he sat in the chair.
In return, the man just nodded silently, accepting the handshake without even saying a single word. Well, not that Sheva would blame him, of course. If something really came out of the man's mouth, it would destroy the mysterious persona he tried his best to maintain, so this move was necessary.
The sun had already gone from the sky, replaced by the gentle light of the moon. Coupled with the breezing summer wind around, the night in Biel was quite peaceful. However, not in that particular park, as it seemed that the crowd was getting bigger at this time. If before, Sheva counted that the spectators were around 20 people, now he estimated the number to be doubled, up to around 40. It was definitely a lot, especially when they only gathered to watch a chess game.
