Chương 120: Monke and Battle Royales (31)

Briefly heading back to my post after the so-called strangling Typhial gave me, which I'm sure could've given pro wrestlers fighting in the UFC a run for their money. Thankfully, I'm made of sturdy stuff (thank you, Tank perk), so I was relatively unharmed by the otherwise deadly force Typhial was trying to subjugate me with.

Then again, she wasn't even trying her best at trying to choke the lights out of me, so I can't say for sure whether or not I would've gone unharmed if she ever decided to really choke the life out of me.

"Ah, mate, yah shift ended an hour ago. Don't wawrry, we all know ya weah occupied with our leadah." Arekhus greeted me with a smile. A few steps beside him was the socially awkward, yet philosophical, Dungeon Master Pilips, who was trying his best to not be noticed by either of us.

"Is that so?" I hummed, my hands rubbing my chin as I shrugged. Turning around, I gave them a single glance with a smile on my face. "Thanks for telling me."