And a wide smile spread across Raymond's chubby face.
"Lynch, hahaha! We owe you big time for this!" Raymond slapped Lynch hard on the shoulder, making Lynch, who had changed back into his Mage robes, grimace. "If you hadn't pulled off that decapitation strike and seized the opportunity to throw the enemy into chaos, we really would've met our end here today! That Flame Demon... Tsk, it's terrifying just thinking about it."
He raised his wooden mug, chugged a large mouthful of ale, and let out a boozy breath. With a magnanimous wave of his chubby hand, he said, "We're brothers who've faced death together, so let's skip the pleasantries. You know the rules. All the spoils of war, including the corpses on the battlefield, are yours to pick from first! I'll take whatever's left. I absolutely won't be stingy this time."
Hearing this, the surrounding officers of the Thirteenth Battle Group also smiled, raising no objections.
