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After leaving the Black Knights, Reynold met with his acquaintances at the designated location and recounted everything he had seen at the secret arena. Unfortunately, after hastily completing the task assigned to him, the young man had to spend the rest of the time in his room doing nothing. His strength was so depleted after a few minutes of walking through the underground tunnels that it seemed even an entire week wouldn't be enough to fully recover. He tried to read an old magazine, but the letters blurred before his eyes, and the thought of a possible training session made him nauseous. Apparently, the stuffy underground air had such a terrible effect on him. Therefore, Ren had no choice but to go to the casino, buy a ticket, go to the bar, and order a glass of Elheim red wine.