The bartender handed over a glass of burning green flame.
Galian drank it all in one gulp, then looked around at the others.
"Shall we begin?"
A tall, white-haired man spoke in a booming voice.
The atmosphere became lively.
Several people at the bar reached into their pockets and pulled out cards.
The bartender poured them various kinds of liquor, then whispered:
"Should we clear the place?"
"No, absolutely not, the atmosphere is particularly good like this—besides, how can mere mortals disrupt our affairs?"
The tall, white-haired man replied.
Everyone looked around.
The bar had quite a few people, each sitting in their booths whispering, or dancing in the dance floor.
A lady was singing.
Two guitarists were accompanying her off to one side.
"This kind of bar would be dull if it were too quiet." Another person chimed in.
The bartender glanced around at everyone before his gaze fell on Galian.
But Galian was looking down at his cards, casually saying:
