Keter clapped his hands.0

Clap, clap, clap!0

“That’s me, Keter the Solver. I command someone like him.”0

Gyro’s overwhelming energy vanished as if it were never there. 0

Returning to his drunken, disheveled self, Gyro took a sip from his drink and said, “You’ve barely used me for anything. It was exciting at first, but nowadays, I’m starting to question my purpose. Hahaha.”0

“You’re mostly decorative at this point. But your mere presence is reassuring,” Keter replied.0

“All is good as long as you keep the drinks coming. This is the only thing that can get me drunk now.”0

Gyro tossed the empty bottle, which splashed the remaining liquid onto the ground. Luke, still shaken from the earlier display of Gyro’s power, witnessed something horrifying. A rat scurried over, sniffed at the spilled alcohol, and immediately convulsed, spewing blood before collapsing.0

“Ugh...”0

Luke’s legs gave out; he could no longer stand.0

Keter noticed that Luke’s mental limits had been reached. He was tempted to push further to accelerate his growth, but he still had business to do with Gyro.0

“Gyro, let’s grab a meal. It’s on me.”0

“Can’t say no to free food.”0

Keter lightly tapped Luke’s shoulder to snap him back to his senses before taking the lead.0

A little later, they arrived at Joyray’s Tavern, one of Keter’s usuals. The moment they entered, the patrons began murmuring among themselves.0

“Keter and Gyro, the Demon Swordsman, are sitting together?”0

“Now that you mention it, wasn’t some knight wandering around looking for Keter recently? Rumor has it they both disappeared...0