Black Tail returned to its hideout... It turned the place inside out, even emptying its clothes pockets from the inside out.
After searching every corner that could be searched, Black Tail could confidently announce that it... was bankrupt!
It did not have even a single mouse-tooth's worth of money left!
Damn it... when had this happened?
Black Tail scratched at the tips of its flaxen hair in frustration, trying to figure out when it had gone broke.
The final conclusion was... after no one bought its Joy Potion, Black Tail had gone to the arcade and wallowed in self-destruction for nearly seven days.
Over those seven days, it had spent every last bit of its possessions!
With no money at all, Black Tail had only one choice left: return to the arcade beneath the Sewing Gang.
At least there, it could hide among the crowd. If it stayed in this hideout or wandered the streets, there was a good chance the Exploration Society would catch it.
Having made its decision, Black Tail did not hesitate. It hurried downstairs, crossed several blocks, and arrived at the tavern under the Sewing Gang's jurisdiction.
The tavern had gained quite a few more visitors recently. Most of them had come for the arcade beneath the Sewing Gang.
Black Tail did not know how much money the Sewing Gang had earned over the past seven days, but the number of arcade machines alone had expanded from ten to twenty, then eventually to thirty-seven.
Black Tail had even heard that another district now had an arcade run by the Sewing Gang. It was certain... these guys had really made their business big.
That was also thanks to the addictiveness of the arcade machines and the Little Tyrant.
Never mind how the games themselves were—the pleasure brought