CHAPTER 613: 228. GAMBLING ABYSS

The deputy commander poked Galen’s arm and crazily kicked Galen’s leg with his shoe.

Helping this rich young lady earn so much, this young lady is really sincere and extremely generous, using her principal to gamble, avoiding risks, and collecting a guidance fee.

Where in the world is there such a good deal?

Now it’s really a windfall, but the premise is that every time Galen’s prediction guarantees a profit. If he loses once, it’s probably time to retreat.

"It’s doable, but I must tell you first. You better treat these few days as just entertainment, like you’re on summer vacation and had a dream; in gambling, you lose nine out of ten. Even though the Continent Martial Arts Competition’s life-or-death duel seems to avoid the possibility of a fixed match, Aran..." Galen lowered his voice, "the bureaucratic system is bloated, and while the space for manipulation is very small, there is still some room, and this possibility cannot be ruled out. Yesterday, when I told you to go all-in on that guy with the sack head, it was just a guess. The two thousand nine hundred Golden Dragons that are inherently yours are locked and can’t be touched; I must be honest, worried that your parents might come looking for me. We’ll only use the money we earn to gamble; I’ll suggest ideas, and you just give me a ten percent commission on the total winnings, like with Aran, what do you think?"

Besides Sack Head, Galen really had several candidates.

Even though the Black Sail members didn’t disclose it to him, they trusted him too, speaking without reservation. The Ghost Eye Mad Blade Saleret and a woman named Kai Deng were certainly noteworthy, although the specifics were unknown.

Galen had some selfish motives and studied the sack head that Liszt was looking for on that day. According to the informant from Chenxi Port at the time, this person often hung out with a white-haired, golden-eyed person, registered under the name Kun Lan.

This guy named Kun Lan could also be a gamble.

But the Continent Martial Arts Competition is full of strong individuals, and Galen wasn’t sure if there was any chance.

The deputy commander kicked Galen wildly, wondering why it was only a damn ten percent.

Actually, Galen was completely satisfied with getting five hundred Golden Dragons, not desiring more. The most important thing was that befriending Gren was clearly more worthwhile than receiving a higher commission.

Gren always had the demeanor of someone unconcerned with money.

"Of course, winning forty thousand and splitting four thousand with you isn’t excessive. It’s just a drop in the bucket; there’s still plenty left. Quickly suggest ideas! The first round ends tomorrow!"

Gren caught his breath, showing no interest in the delicacies on the table, examining the adventurer’s guild newspaper that had inflated to five copper coins a copy during the competition.

The deputy commander slapped his thigh, frowning instinctively. This isn’t a mere strand of hair, sister.

Gren stared at the names on the paper until his eyes nearly went blurry; he didn’t recognize anyone, and even yesterday at the scene, he didn’t see any clues, unsure who was formidable, feeling they weren’t much stronger than his guards.

He could only rely on Galen for advice.

While the deputy commander continued to eat, Galen also grabbed the newspaper and started looking through those names.

This level of restaurant obviously had crystal projection for live streaming the competition matches, with real-time odds constantly updating.

Currently in the first round.

Saleret’s odds were very low, only 1.4, not even halfway, with most betting on Saleret to win.

Beauty is an advantage that benefits long-term.

But Saleret clearly didn’t possess it, always wearing a steel mask, slightly better than Sack Head, but not one of the so-called top hundred popular brothers blazing trails.

But he was a recognized tough guy; Saleret was a fugitive wanted criminal fleeing to the East Sea, and this was a guilty conscience coming to the Continent Martial Arts Competition to wipe the slate clean.

As a former Hall-level adventurer, he belonged to the top tier, famous from a young age, arrogant and unruly.

All these charms stacked up, clearly the male among males.

Kun Lan’s odds were also relatively high, surprisingly at 2.07, indicating a close match with his opponent in public predictions.

But Kai Deng’s odds were damn shocking.

Even though Kai Deng was a sister breaking waves and dressed in beaker clothes, her popularity surged into the top twenty, yet her odds rocketed to 3.3!

Due to the opponent being an ultimate savage from the Southern Continent, consistently defeating adversaries in under ten moves, resolving battles extremely quickly.

Firstly, Kai Deng is a woman; secondly, although there were rumors she was a top expert from the Thief Guild, people didn’t trust that Kai Deng, with her slender arms and legs, could defeat such a monster.

Divine Sword Xiaolong was number 212, the earliest to be picked, and his battle was the first in the competition, instantly defeating his opponent while sparing a life.

Deservedly the most popular brother, with style, benefiting long-term from beauty.

Saleret was number 777, drawn early by a jinx, scheduled to fight tonight.

Kun Lan was number 619, also drawn early by someone else, and the two matches were separated by not much, with Kun Lan’s taking place in one of the earlier matches.

Kai Deng was relatively lucky, not picked by anyone; she was number 355, drawing an ancestor from the Southern Continent for herself, and the match was tomorrow at noon.

"Got any ideas yet?"

Gren saw Galen researching for ages without coming up with anything useful.

"Yes, you want to hit forty thousand, don’t you? Today, go all-in on number 619; don’t go all-in tomorrow, keep a thousand Golden Dragon principal, and bet the remaining on number 355."

Actually, Galen was also a bit uncertain. He estimated Kun Lan could win, but this Kai Deng, although he didn’t know what exactly happened, it was likely that Mulong had been taken away by Black Sail, and Saleret might be pursuing her to silence her.

As for betting on Saleret’s match, it’s not worth it. The odds aren’t high, and with such a large bet, it takes time for the bank to verify the money, and you won’t make it in time.

"Alright, we’ll have this meal, and in the evening, we’ll grab something random and still go to watch it live. This time, we need to get seats in the middle to watch carefully. I’ll treat, and no matter how high the ticket price is, it’s worth it. This money can’t be saved. Otherwise, how do we earn forty thousand? It’ll be convenient to see how to play for the later rounds."

Glen couldn’t even describe her own feelings during yesterday’s duel between Sack Head and Pascal—just that it was so thrilling.

The deputy leader was grateful and tearful, enjoying a noble lifestyle, and could now sit in the middle spots for the Continent Martial Arts Competition. However, this girl truly hoped to earn forty thousand from this. Impressive.

Galen, with five hundred Golden Dragons in hand, was also planning to buy some bets for himself and enjoy the thrill of gambling. After all, at this point, he’s bound to profit. Save two hundred Golden Dragons, bet one hundred on Saleret, and two hundred on Kun Lan, let’s see how it goes.

Time passed quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it was already night. Glen spent a high price to buy a seat in the middle, three seats together for seventy to eighty Golden Dragons. As for the very front positions, money alone couldn’t buy them. Even if you held an official position in your own country, they would still need to consider if you’re local or central; locals aren’t qualified enough.

They arrived early to watch more matches up close and study how to place their bets.

Glen heeded advice and saved her initial stake to make a comeback, then placed a bet of two thousand three hundred and fifty Golden Dragons entirely on number 619, Kun Lan.

The Life Weaving Society, one of the oldest Demon Hunter organizations in the Western Continent, can’t be called a secret society, but those who aren’t in the Demon Hunter business or have indirect interactions wouldn’t know about it at all.

It is said to have been established in the folk of ancient Gureg nine hundred years ago to combat the disasters brought by the convergence of the Heavenly Spheres, but those are just rumors. With the rapid development of the Magic Energy Industry, no one cares anymore.

Kun Lan.

That was the God who could freeload off Doringger.

A genuine day person whose goal is to stop after completing the third round and avoid participating in the damn bloody fourth round, lest it’s really possible to get oneself killed.

As a grand event on the continent, the night matches were also packed with people. The closer it got to the Stargazing Festival, the brighter the celestial bodies and stars in the night sky became, casting a magnificent glow over the land with several rounds of bright moons.

Amidst the infectious excitement of the crowd, don’t be fooled by the nobles sitting in the middle who usually hold themselves aloof. In times of gambling and indulgence, it’s driven by instinct. Glen thought that after yesterday, today would be easier, with less psychological pressure.

"It’s about to start..."

But Glen got it wrong. As Kun Lan’s match grew nearer, her heartbeat still accelerated, her blood pulsed with excitement.

"It’s still early, three matches in between."

Galen, however, remained calm.

Yesterday, Fen had used the radio to transmit the news of Mulong Pacification to the main base at Heaven Port. The news from the main base spread quickly, reaching the entire East Sea, Dead Man Bay, Kersuna Island, Great Wetland, Duguli, and other areas within Black Sail’s influence.

Because Swan was carrying out a mission in the Imperial City, monitoring Saleret, though with his sister as collateral, he also worried about unexpected events. Rashomon-level extreme operations allowed for no mistakes.

Swan was among the first to know about the Mulong Pacification, learning from Violet at Duguli that after Galen went to the Imperial City on business, Swan found him in the afternoon to remind him to stay honest and focused on his duties. Though Lizard’s judgment of people was trustworthy, Swan remained skeptical, subtly hinting that many traitors had been cleared out by Black Sail, and sometimes even implicated. Implying that even if he hid to the ends of the earth, Swan could dismember his entire family.

Swan didn’t have much of a reaction to Glen, thinking she just resembled someone, but didn’t care, assuming she was a girl Galen had called over.

At Swan’s level, as a founding shareholder of Black Sail, post-Mulong Pacification, money was not the primary concern. Currency was a bond, behind which was guaranteed influence, and behind influence... was the lurking threat that could kill your entire family anytime.

Position, power, dominance.

This was what the pillars of the East Sea behemoth needed to consider now.

Swan didn’t have much interest in gambling two rounds, the success or failure of the ninth match was the true ... Gambling Abyss.

How could a seasoned veteran like Galen not understand this? He never had that thought. This time, Brother Li was probably going to do something at the Continent Martial Arts Competition, not just pursuing Kai Deng so simply.

But it also confirmed that, in this Continental Competition involving people from the East Sea, there wasn’t a single harmless individual among them. Betting on them to win seemed right.

It seemed one needed to keep calm at night.

In two consecutive matches, both left the opponent alive.

Galen flipped through the duel list in the newspaper, the two winners appeared to be a disciple of the Aran Sword King and someone from ancient Gureg west of the Narrow Sea.

It was understandable; those taught by the Sword King must have an extraordinary demeanor. Although Gureg has declined, and ranks lower among the Five Permanent along with Ji Weng Pedan, it has always retained its deep cultural heritage with gentleness, humility, thriftiness, and propriety, with slightly higher personal qualities.

As mentioned in the Aran Empire’s work Acania Travelogue, Gureg people hold a higher position in the contempt chain.

"It’s about to start!"

Getting a bit familiar, Glen patted Galen’s shoulder to keep him attentive, preventing any absent-mindedness.

Galen said it was impossible not to feel nervous, but he was much better than Glen, at least without the worry of being held accountable by her parents, who instead thanked him for taking care of their child. He swallowed hard, and a ten percent commission was not a small amount.