Chương 511: General

"Hey, James. Are you really not a magician?" Miyamoto Musashi held the wine on the table and asked in a slightly tipsy tone.

"I think so."

As they ate the food in the restaurant and clinked glasses, Miyamoto began to talk incoherently with Lei Luo. Linghua wasn't with them, while Shinji Sakurakami returned to her room to rest.

One glass after another, Miyamoto Musashi's mood became better and better. There were more and more wine bottles on the table, and the night gradually became darker and darker. It wasn't until the restaurant closed that Miyamoto Musashi started to sleep soundly on the table.

Looking at this unconscious person, Lei Luo could only take out Miyamoto Musashi's wallet with tears in his eyes. He helped him settle his debts, including the debt he owed previously.

This person was really boring. Even if he had money, settling debts was not really one of his strongest suits.