Because Gren just entered society, she doesn’t understand the rules of the street at all. However, in the Imperial City under the Emperor’s nose, there’s nothing like Foot-washing City, only high-class individual Minstrels frequenting upscale venues.
Galen also made quite a bit yesterday. Compared to Gren, who spends money like water, it could only be considered a small win but it’s enough to take the deputy leader and some childhood buddies out for some farm-to-table-style chicken, the clucking kind.
It’s just a shame Gren was so clueless, dragging the two to a pricey lounge bar to count all night, pondering over a 400,000 grand plan, giving both of them dark circles under their eyes.
It’s way past midnight, damn it, it’s three-thirty because they still had to rush to the martial arts competition the next day to watch live, only a few hours of sleep, crashing at a booth sofa in the pub to catch some Zs.
They really do take gambling as a career.
If you made 4,600 Golden Dragons, you’d definitely consider it a career.
Gren is young, full of energy, doesn’t matter how she messes up, she could sleep on a long bench draped in newspapers.
Galen and the deputy leader, both born in the year 65 of the Holy Spirit Calendar, were tortured senseless.
Resulting in yawns throughout the afternoon, at the Continent Martial Arts Competition, didn’t sleep well but the atmosphere was overwhelming, and the energy kicked in.
Ordinary folks betting on fifty Golden Dragons, might involve a villa in the Guiyuan district, that could get fiery.
Two thousand Golden Dragons, that’s a super large bet, the head of this bank location must personally handle proceedings.
Gren, being Lord Dor’s daughter.
She’s definitely not an ordinary person.
Galen urged her to lock that 1,900 Golden Dragons, she surely wouldn’t listen, apart from eying this afternoon’s Kai Deng, Gren herself also bet on a morning match, directly throwing out nine hundred Golden Dragons, resulting in losing it all.
Gren was shut down from the inside, having to trust Galen’s judgment.
"Not many matches left. Odds have shifted to 4.28 now. Frankly, I’m not confident, might lose. Retaining the winning thousand Golden Dragons, you could rise again."
Galen told Gren , it’s terrifying, odds of 3.3 yesterday were exaggerated enough, but as the betting pool fluctuated, the odds kept rising, finishing the first round, odds of 4.28 ranked top ten of all matches.
When Galen studied other outrageous odd matches, unsurprisingly, the betting crowd’s observant, there’s no chance for an upset, it’s all crushing one-sidedly.
Gren truthfully recounted the events of the morning.
According to the agreement, she gave Galen a ten percent commission from yesterday’s winnings, now not counting the principal, with a net profit of 4,400 Golden Dragons, but losing nine hundred in the morning caused Gren a serious rush of emotion though.
Not only failing to control the reserved thousand Golden Dragons, she took another nine hundred from the locked 1,900.
Leaving just enough for a hundred Golden Dragons! Either live! Or die!
The overall supervisor of one of Aran National Bank’s dedicated martial competition points, hearing Gren wants to put down 5300 Golden Dragons, to bet on a woman to win as a dark horse.
Scalp blown! This identity information shows the girl’s still a few months from being an adult, playing bigger than those high rollers of the Evgeny Consortium!
Still betting for the weaker side to win with high odds!
Put it this way, if it’s her entire fortune, you can say it’s betting on the nation’s win, daring! Yeah, yeah, yeah, Zhuzhahui’s Leap of Faith.
But if it’s just for fun, it requires a Duke of Five Constant Countries to dare play .
Just the ten percent fee would cost five hundred and thirty Golden Dragons, what are you up to!
"Sis! No... Auntie! I call you Auntie! You’re going to play me to death!"
Galen was truly speechless, the situation dramatically out of control, please go home, okay? What kind of father raises such a daughter, "Auntie... why do you need so much money! Who exactly do you want to kill, damn it!"
But the National Bank doesn’t indulge in childishness, betting for fun and reclaiming bets as play. The Mei Reserve, commonly known as Little Aran National Bank, if accounts don’t match, many heads would roll.
Liszt dares not even think about gambling five thousand three here, you’re braver than Liszt.
Galen summarizes in four words: the younger generation formidable!
"Don’t blame me if you lose, fool, I’m leaving."
Galen stood up, calling the deputy leader’s nickname, Gren didn’t adhere to yesterday’s agreement, this girl looks pretty but has a glaring contrast, when ruthless, fiercer than East Sea’s roughnecks.
"Auntie... you’re really something."
The deputy leader was taken in by Duguli’s staff because Galen got things done, holding only so many silver coins a month, five thousand three can organize an estate, with full ownership, raise ten or so beauties, employ about a hundred servants, maintain a group of bodyguards as security, living in utter indulgence for life.
This bet isn’t about five thousand three, but determining countless people’s lifetimes.
Gren still biting her nails, somewhat tense, but gradually understanding the rules of the game, her aura emerged, "This is really a downer eh, the Stargazing Festival is still a ways off. Besides, even if the principal’s lost, I’ve got funds in the foundation, and can take out after some months. Nineteen hundred’s not a big deal, say, what if we win..."
The deputy leader nudged Galen, implying, losing doesn’t concern you, winning still grants you the ten percent commission, this scale, she’d be a top-tier in East Sea, you say she’s underage?
Nineteen hundred doesn’t count as nothing, eh, you’re truly a rich woman Auntie.
"Alright, I’ll risk it with you. If this wins, then it means another twenty-fold, reaching the target."
Galen slapped his own face, damn it, he mixes with folks like Liszt, yet not as gutsy as a little girl, what’s the point of gambling then, sat back down.
Seriously like founding a country.
"Auntie, if it’s really as you say, that’d be great, if not, losing isn’t a big deal, don’t get upset over it."
The deputy leader said likewise, recently in the Imperial City, a lot of people jumping off buildings, many taking wrist-cutting baths in tubs.
If a person has a lot of money, but doesn’t match their real social status and earning power, when they spend all that money and can hardly earn it back, these people often choose suicide.
Because they’re literally smashed down from the skies into Hell.
Gren waits and loses, just don’t go for the wrist-slicing bath, it’s not necessary to have lots of money to be successful, being comfortable is fine.
"Lose or win, let’s not be discouraged. We must win! Show some spirit!"
Gren pumps her small fists, lifting their morale.
"Auntie... you’re really fierce."
Galen was ashen-faced, even he started biting his fingers.
Today’s host is someone new, but still a beautiful woman, mind you, only says the Royal Court’s cultural department has frightening consistent taste.
Announcement broadcasted again.
The iron gates on both sides of the arena rose slowly from the hinges.
"It’s indeed a rarity, by closure two minutes ago, the odds reached a stunning 4.31. We must prominently present these two, first to appear is contestant number 861, renowned as Wolf Lord, Boundary Patrol in the Southern Continent, Cunningham, a hero indeed. And his opponent, is contestant number 355, rumored to be a top-notch expert from the Thief Guild, so... let’s wait and see. Please choose weapons, the match will officially begin in one minute."
As the broadcast concluded.
Cunningham, a Yisu person, with wolf ears and beast tail characteristics, but compared to his comrades, far more rugged, lacks aesthetics, merely a human-shaped brute.
He bared his upper body, his skin a dark bronze color, scars and bullet holes like a shot from the full series of Saw, terrifyingly hideous, with ghost god totem tattoos from the Southern Continent, fiercely ominous.
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The match hadn’t started.
Cunningham boldly roared, winning was certain, but had to get some amusement during the process as well, otherwise too tedious.
Meanwhile, regarding Kai Deng.
Her figure was somewhat frail, removing the oversized armor, she stood somewhat tall with short white ear-length hair, appearing undernourished.
Galen clasped his head, lost for sure.