Chen Li: Nous, afraid you'll get chopped into mincemeat? Don't worry, it won't be that bad!

If I couldn't drink in real life, I could at least drink in the game, right?!

Hehehe! Old Master Morax! This is my escape route!

"How is this possible? I can't even drink in the game? Why?!"

Venti said frantically after leaving the game.

He had made quite a bit of money, but he hadn't gotten to drink...

But Venti made money precisely so he could drink.

What meaning was there left in life like this?! Bastard!

"Because the seven days aren't over yet."

Zhongli glanced at Venti.

"Tch. Boring."

Venti curled his lips in displeasure.

"It really is boring... Just making money is indeed pretty dull."

Great Herta, seated beside Chen Li, agreed.

At that moment, Great Herta was deeply sunk into a broad ergonomic chair, her posture relaxed to the point of near willfulness.

One long leg wrapped in the deepest black rested casually over the other. She sat with her legs crossed, the tip of her foot hooking a pointed high heel of minimalist yet exorbitant design. As her bored thoughts drifted, the shoe swayed and spun ever so slightly.

Great Herta's upper body leaned slightly to one side against Chen Li's shoulder. Her elbow rested on the edge of the table, while her small yet sharply defined chin lazily lay atop the back of her slightly curled hand. Her exquisite face, however, practically screamed four words: "Bored to death."

Great Herta had rarely changed into a different outfit, and it certainly wasn't so she could play house with everyone here.

Making money? Boring. Having Asta was enough for her.

Ningguang instinctively looked at the exquisite, breathtakingly beautiful girl before her.

What did she mean, making money was boring?

But after glancing at the total assets displayed above Great Herta's head, she shut her mouth again.