"Damn!"
Luke pulled his hair after having disastrously bad luck on the dice roll—he got number one on both dice.
He was going to have the worst pick.
"What'll I choose?"
With bright eyes, Rae looked at the items in front of her, and she happened to get the best dice roll.
Ding! Ding!
In that moment.
Fang Raon's eyes moved to the chat window—he received a message—and he quickly read through it.
"Machary. It looks like the guild master wants to meet us in her office. For the after-raid report."
Fang Raon said.
"Then let's go."
Machary stood up, and he left with Fang Raon.
They walked down the warm-looking hallways. Windows rattling with snow flurries outside. It felt like Christmas.
"The snowstorm is supposed to last a couple of days, so it doesn't look like we'll be training outside any time soon."
Machary said.
"Clearing the snow afterwards will be a pain."
Fang Raon said with a sigh.
"Will you start practicing for that General's Game tournament tomorrow?"
