The one favor I won't forget

Lucius sat down at the dining area of the Inn they were lodged at. Even though his room was just a few meters away from Arthur's, he didn't see his subordinate ever since he asked for help with his failed gamble. 

"That fucker," Lucius muttered right into the opening of the cup. 

Normally, his trip to the sect would only take a single day. Yet now, because of that damned full moon, he had no other choice but to spend over three days just sitting around the place. 

For someone who would usually blast away all of his money on the same day he would get into the sect, extending his stay at the place was one of the worst things that could happen. 

Lucius took another sip of the drink. 

'At least I saved enough money to be able to keep drinking,' he thought, taking another gulp to drown down his sorrows. 

But this time, not a single drop of liquid fell down his throat. The cup was already empty.