Chapter 93 The Tragic Tosca
Was the man in front of me crazy, or was I suffering from auditory hallucinations? What kind of nonsensical and illogical reason was this?
Yet, seeing that not a single person around me showed any signs of doubt, and even a few women clueless to the truth were smitten by Tosca's pretentiousness, I could only silently lament that the customs and practices of the Otherworld were truly beyond the comprehension of us normal folks. To propose such an absurd duel so confidently—perhaps the onlookers simply didn't care whether the duel had any meaning, who was right or wrong. All they wanted was excitement, and in this turbulent and chaotic age, there weren't many normal and suitable forms of entertainment left.