"You can give it a try, Maher," the young man retorted.
"Tch, he's already alert now. You planned this well, kid,"
"But that guy is really impressive. He seems to have been to many places." Joka said, "Although he's an outsider, it seems like he knows all our rules. I was quite surprised!"
"Humph," a somewhat feeble voice said, "Maher, that guy learned the story from a drunk, and he's just parroting a set of rules. It would be strange if no one noticed."
Maher blushed, "Shut up, doesn't that mean he's quite knowledgeable? Why don't you sell those mystical things in your hand to him? Maybe he would be interested!"
Though he said sell, he emphasized the tone, making it sound like mockery.
"I can't be bothered dealing with a vulgar guy like you. You have no appreciation!
"Enough, I've told you all, don't go causing trouble." At this moment, a fourth voice cut in, a girl's voice.
