Sterl smiled as he watched the troll, who seemed quite trustworthy, throw out the payout. As for those demanding refunds, they couldn't catch him; the troll vanished without a trace using some unknown escape technique.
It was no wonder this troll could run a gambling den; he was surprisingly reliable. He could have easily taken all the money for himself.
As Sterl enjoyed the show, he couldn't help but think to himself.
However…
Just as he was about to leave the camp and prepare for his tasks, someone intercepted him.
Before the person even arrived, a strange fragrance wafted through the air, making Sterl feel a sudden heat wash over him.
"Mr. Mephistopheles, you truly are a hidden gem," a voice purred enticingly.
"Perhaps I should have been more forceful in inviting you earlier."
"After all, with your strength, you could certainly hold out for quite a while."
"Alas, it seems I've completely lost my chance now."