The big black guy drew quite a bit of attention as he entered, but most players thought he was just a mercenary joining the fun, so they didn't say much.
As long as he didn't cause trouble, they had no reason to kick him out.
It wasn't until a shadow enveloped Placid that he experienced for the first time what it was like to look up at someone.
"Uh... guest, would you like something to drink?"
The gigantic mech, three heads taller than Placid, looked down at him, immediately straightening his previously casual demeanor.
Ever since Nina donned the dangerous Wanderer outfit, the mercenaries entering hadn't been so arrogant.
After all, the fists bigger than their heads were quite convincing.
"I'm looking for your boss."
"Do you have an appointment, sir? Could you tell me your name?"
"Placid... no."
"Then please wait a moment."
Although he knew that maybe in the next second his underling could be braindeadly steamed, Placid still had to endure it.
