88 King and Queen.

20 minutes later.

Isaac arrived at the Gates of the Stronglord with his beautiful face drenched in sweat.

''Huff... Huff...'' Isaac took deep breaths and tried to catch his breathing.

He bought a few hundred Musket Bullets a while ago, which cost him another 500 White Coins.

He looked around the area close to the Gates, trying to find Darth.

Isaac narrowed his eyes as he saw most of the carriages being taken already by annoyed-looking players, while the Carriage Drivers arrogantly counted their money in front of the players.

Soon, his gaze got locked at one of the Carriages. He saw a lonely-looking black-haired young man standing with annoyance.

Isaac recognized him as Darth; he walked towards him and heard Darth muttering something.

''Fucking bastard... I will take my arrow and push it so deep in your arseholes that you will start spitting money...'' Darth stomped the ground angrily, but then he saw Isaac standing next to him with a questioning look.

*Cough*