The stone pillar melted like a candle, slowly descending.
Was it a win or a loss?
Seeing the inquisitive expressions on his companions' faces, Hoenheim showed a faint, bitter smile, stepped down from the stone platform, and walked onto the grass.
"A bet is a bet."
Claude, who also stepped down from the platform, tossed three suspicious burlap bags towards Hoenheim with an indifferent look, maintaining some distance.
The latter activated the Mage's Hand, catching the three suspicious burlap bags from a distance, without placing them into his Spatial Storage Device.
"This time, I lost."
Claude clapped the dust off his three hands, twisted his neck, and said indifferently: "The bottom of these three bags has one, two, and three black dots respectively.
The timing to open them is when you encounter evil filth attacks;
when you hear unreasonable requests;
and when you are about to leave this place;
