"It's okay." ICELORD chuckled softly: "I should say thank you to you."

"Ah?" DAKALA was a little confused. But he decided to ignore this confusion. He knew that ICELORD's brain was different from that of normal people.

"Come to my bar, today's game is so frustrating." DAKALA said depressedly: "After that, POSEIDON is so strong, another professional player at the GODLIKE level. Our TC will have a hard time in the future."

"I have sympathy for what happened to TC." ICELORD shrugged: "But, sorry, Pope, I won't go if I drink."

"oh?"

"Well... I want to do some special training. Are you here?"

DAKALA casually said: "Oh, OK - training!!!"

ICELORD smiled: "Prepare for the Masters. DAKALA, if I win the Moscow Masters two months later, I will invite you to drink."

"Ah..." DAKALA originally wanted to say that it would be difficult for you to win with TONY and others, but seeing the serious or even serious expression that never appeared on ICELORD's face, I swallowed this sentence. "Okay, okay."

I just don’t know if he will participate in the Masters... With his strength, the organizer must at least issue a wild card.
Chapter completed!