Inside the Harvest Tavern, Lawless had taken charge of business while Rachel was temporarily away.
He casually picked up a glass of liquor Rachel had mixed beforehand, a cigar clenched between his teeth and sheer enjoyment written across his face.
"Keep this up, and you'll never pay off your debt to Rachel in this lifetime!"
Cole reminded Lawless as he tinkered with a small robot on the table.
All the players who frequented the Harvest Tavern knew about Lawless's debt to Rachel.
Many of them liked to tease Lawless about it.
After all, they could all tell that his relationship with Rachel was something special.
"If he can't pay it off in this life, he can keep paying in the next!"
Hans, seated across from Cole, spoke with a smile.
Although he seemed to be talking about Lawless, Hans's eyes were fixed on Cole.
The heat in his gaze made Cole's hand tremble around his pliers.
Fortunately, everyone around them was focused on Lawless and failed to notice anything unusual between the two.
"Exactly!"
"Lawless will have to work for Rachel in his next life, too!"
"Let's drink to that grand ambition!"
Lamont raised the glass in his right hand high.
Although most of the players in the Harvest Tavern were lone wolves, very few had become lone wolves because they were unsociable, so most enjoyed joining in the fun as much as anyone else.
"Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
The lone wolves raised their glasses amid raucous laughter.
"Even if I'm still working for Rachel in my next life, are you lot going to come back as customers, too?"
Lawless rolled his eyes and snapped at them.
"Of course!"
Everyone answered in unison.
Then another burst of laughter followed.
"May you bastards all live to a hundred!"
"And do the same in