The Groom's Uncle, who had just been embarrassed by his daughter, hurriedly composed himself, rose with a solemn expression, and walked onto the stage.
Everyone pretended to have forgotten the little incident and applauded him with sincere expressions.
Conan watched the scene and sighed boredly. He jumped down from his chair. "I'm going to the restroom."
The venue was bustling with activity.
Outside the venue, a certain applet was equally lively.
[There are really quite a few people.]
After watching for a while, the two Snipers found that Calvados was eating with the other temporary workers instead of heading to the wedding banquet. They could not help but breathe a sigh of relief for their colleague.
Since nothing was happening here and they had nothing better to do, their attention shifted back to the wedding banquet underway.
The atmosphere could not exactly be called harmonious. More importantly, with Uzo involved, the topic naturally became—
Chianti: [Are we just going to watch? Let's open a pool. I'm betting that cousin is the deceased.]
Vodka: [?] If you bet on her, what am I supposed to bet on?!
Chianti was usually talkative, and she was even more so when typing: [That whatever "Uzo Coin" you came up with is completely useless, but collecting a lot of it is pretty satisfying—stop dragging your feet. Once someone dies, it'll be too late. Open the pool!]
Behind the screen, a Blue Vein twitched at Vodka's temple. "..." Completely useless? That was important currency for exchanging Uzo intelligence! You clearly haven't experienced the might of my Uzo Intelligence Processing Center yet!
"Heh, you're only acting tough because you usually stay far enough away from Uzo. Wait until someday when you're locked up together, then you'll know how to cry." Vodka cursed inwardly.
"And you make