125 The Treasure of the Fire Blade Gang, the Dragon’s Roar That Resounded Throughout Second World

In the dilapidated place, a group of people was happily chatting around a wooden table.

"Lord God Slayer, did you know that our gang was very powerful in the past.

"There isn't a nation on the entire continent that isn't afraid of us. Even the army would be terrified at the sound of our name!"

The bearded gang leader, Anderson, was drunk and bragging about the past of the organization.

The other bandits seemed to have gotten used to their boss's appearance and were unbothered by him.

They were all applauding the little tree spirit Stone.

Yes, Stone was completely drunk now and was on the table dancing with a glass of wine.

It was hard to imagine what a drunk and blushing tree spirit would look like.

The bark of the tree had turned purple.

Mike looked at the mess and felt helpless.

He did not know how things had turned out this way.