Ignoring the sudden change in the woman's Affection, Lucian left the women alone for the time being and walked away from them.
Bringing out his phone from his Inventory, he glanced at the screen—which still didn't have a screen guard.
'I'm still poor… sigh.'
Not lamenting over his financial troubles for too long, he briefly thought about steal—ahem, taking one of these men's smartphones, but for now, he made a call.
After a few—no, very long rings, the call was eventually picked up.
"Hello…?"
A groggy voice came from the other side, as if they had just gotten up from their sleep.
"Yo, fireboy," Lucian spoke casually.
"This voice… Lucian Foster?"
How could he forget this voice?
Especially after receiving so many surprises and a sword that was still beside their table…? Of course, they wouldn't forget his voice for at least a few months.
"Yup, yours truly."
The person on the other side of the call—Leonardo, to be exact—frowned slightly before speaking.
