My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1580

I didn’t really like being drunk, so I kept my immunity to alcohol active as everyone else drank. I also got to watch as my coin slowly dwindled. Since they couldn’t punish me physically, it seemed like my penance for taking Alysia away would be my wallet. It was fine. It was nice to see them unwinding, especially Alysia. There were so few times where she could really relax and just be herself, so I ordered round after round and let them go wild.

“Whwre us Dwek?”

“I'n goimg ro wressle hiim.”

“Yoy shouls weestle him nakwd.”

Of course, as they got drunk, I also made sure to hide in a corner of the room and remain out of sight. I tried to ignore their words while remaining low. They attacked me with weapons when they were sober. I couldn’t imagine what they’d want to do while drunk. Thankfully, the guild was extremely busy in the evening. People either setting out or returning from the champion’s gauntlet were regaling tails of what they experienced or planned to experience. It was quite a noisy place.

The four drunk women in armor had the notice of everyone, but no man was brave enough to approach him. A few were probably wondering who was the Deek person that they kept talking about. It was sometimes hard to tell if I was a lover or a mortal enemy, the way they kept talking about me. That’s why I remained silent and used my hide skill. Meanwhile, I kept drinking to the point where I would have passed out if my dungeon point poison immunity wasn’t selected.

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I was never the type who liked to be the center of attention, so it felt rather nice to be in a noisy bar and just watch the others. The sky was just starting to darken as the sunset when the door suddenly burst open. A group walked in who appeared to be frantic. The boisterous environment quickly turned serious, as the men were covered in various wounds. Even drunk, these were adventurers, and they knew when they needed to get serious.

The wounded men were carrying others who appeared to be unconscious and in much worse states. They were all covered in dirt and mud, and it was clear that they had just been through a violent attack.

“Someone, get a priest here immediately!” One of the receptionists called out.

“Don’t they look a bit familiar? I recognize them from somewhere.” One of the osterian girls spoke up, her voice coming out less slurred than a moment before.

“It’s Demon’s Head. They’re a rank S adventuring team!” Someone cried out.

I had also thought I recognized them from somewhere, and when they mentioned it, I realized that this was one of the dungeon divers I had met in the mirror’s labyrinth. However, back then, they had only been ranked A. I seemed to recall they were fighting to reach rank S. It looked like they had finally made it.

“You guys didn’t try to take on a boss by yourselves, did you? You’re supposed to make an announcement when you attempt a boss run.”

“It’s not a boss...” The leader grunted as he put the wounded down. “We were attacked by another group!”

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