072: Is Your Filter Even Working?

"It came to six hundred Ammonium Gold in total. The service fee around here is three percent, so just give whatever you see fit."

After settling the bill, Siveston snagged a lollipop from the bar, unwrapped it, and stuck it in his mouth. He turned to Yu Tianxiao, who was packing up food and drinks nearby, and asked curiously:

"Ilyevent—I mean, Yu Tianxiao, when did you become so thrifty and domestic?"

"Oh? Me?"

Yu Tianxiao did not pay much attention to Siveston's remark. After all, he was a minor public figure, so it was only natural for people to take an interest in his life.

"After the divorce, living alone made me more careful with money."

"You were married?" Siveston said in surprise. "I thought a man like you would be the carefree bachelor type."

"How could you tell?"

"Ordinary people do not like playing mages. Of the four classes, it's the most demanding mentally and has the most complicated controls. Unlike mechanics, who can hand everything over to AI, with auto-aim, wallhacks, lock-on, and tracking bullets. Mages have to memorize spell models themselves, think through spell slot arrangements, and consider positioning and formations. If their damage is too high, they might even pull aggro. On top of that, since their attribute growth is poor, most Spellcasters go all-in on intelligence, which makes them even more fragile and leaves them with almost no room for error."

Siveston said:

"It's hard for anyone who plays that to be slow-witted."

"What does that necessarily have to do with marriage?" Yu Tianxiao casually asked as he packed the fried onion rings into a lunch box.

"Whoever has a working brain gets married?"

Siveston teased, "As they say, the wise do not enter the river of love—they build a better life instead."

"What a