But only alcohol and cigarettes were something he couldn't give up at this moment; their importance was temporarily placed after death by the Death Lord.
"Snap..."
At this moment, in the wilds of the Dragon Court at dusk, the Death Lord, who had already indulged in quite a bit of fine liquor, hobbled with his extraordinarily tall body behind Fisher, watching him carry a bunch of oddly shaped materials like crystals and spices.
He opened his coat and pulled out two cigarettes from the inner lining full of cigarettes, offering one to Fisher, but it was politely declined with a shake of the head.
Helplessly, he could only lower his head, pick up a match to light the cigarette, and suck it into his mouth, his expression turning curious as he quipped to Fisher,
"It's so rare to meet a Nali Gentleman who doesn't smoke... someone like you is as precious as not believing in the Mother Goddess in Kado."
"I've quit."
