After confirming his target and planting the seeds, Dole took his wine, found an empty corner and a table to himself, and drank at his leisure.
He rarely drank, but that did not mean he lacked taste. When he married Elreya in the Glory Empire, one of the etiquette lessons he had studied was specifically for the dinner table. Though Dole had not learned it all, he carried himself with a natural poise.
Before long, a bewitchingly beautiful woman sat down opposite Dole.
"Sir, need someone to ease your boredom?"
Dole was not surprised. He examined the woman closely, then said coldly, "Leave now, and I can pretend I never saw anything."
The woman was beautiful, but Dole sensed an intense malice from her. It was a spiritual perception, as well as a warning from fate.
Incidentally, fate was the only thing Dole could still perceive through the power of fate. Everything else that could see the rules was gone, but the power of fate remained.
The woman froze for a moment, then gave Dole a professional smile and walked away with elegant composure.
Dole paid no further attention to her. He had even planted a tiny dream seed on her. She was merely a fourth-level warrior.
The woman remained in the bar and chatted with the attendants. After an unknown amount of time, as more people gathered around, she found her next prey.
As night fell, more and more people filled the bar. The atmosphere soon began to build, and as pounding music erupted, the dance floor gradually grew crowded.
With it came all manner of frictions. Before long, people were leaping onto the arena and fighting one another.
Fists struck flesh, blood sprayed with every blow, and the sight set the surrounding crowd's blood ablaze.
In that tiny