“W…We’ll do it half and half then, Artit.”
“U…uh-huh.”
It seemed that they had yet to recover from the shock. It was as if they had witnessed the energy-that-should-not-be-contacted.
“Good thing I got a 700 baht card.”
“You’re lucky. I only got a 300 one.”
Artit complained woefully before turning to combine his wealth with his comrade whose face was as miserable. Then, they handed it to Madame Fon who immediately showed a broad smile.
“Next time, go to a haunted house if you want some thrill. If you want to test your luck, go to that bastard Uncle. Just don’t play with Joke. I already elevate him to the level of the Hand of God. Ever since his first time opening card packs at my shop, I think he’s already got almost 10,000 baht worth of cards. It’s definitely going to be more than that after today, though. And all of those were just card packs from quests.”
“Why are you only telling us just now?!”
They shouted in unison, resulting in a wider smile from the shop owner.