The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor



Arne's eyes had a challenging glint in them. He wanted to see how many spirit crystals Fane would take out and who he would bet on. Logically, with how arrogant that guy was, he would bet on himself, but it was also possible that the brat would throw a curveball and bet his spirit crystals on the beast.

After Arne said all of that, he attracted the curiosity of all those around them as well. They wanted to see how much Fane would bet and whether Fane would bet on the beast or himself.

Facing the curious gazes of the crowd, Fane maintained his composure, not caring what the others thought or said. They did not know Fane's skills at all nor did they know what he was thinking. Fane did not want them to know more about him either.

He turned around and walked right over to the betting area outside of the colosseum. Fane's actions caused everyone else to stand up from the spectator stands as well, following Fane toward the betting area.

Rudy was practically jogging to keep up with Fane's footsteps.

When he reached Fane's side, Rudy hurriedly whispered, "Fane, how many spirit crystals should I bet?"

Fane sighed as he faced forward, thinking about it for a moment before he slowly said, "Do you trust me?"

Rudy was stunned when he heard that.

Was that not a silly question? If Rudy did not trust Fane, why would he follow him everywhere?

Rudy frowned and said, "Of course I trust you. Who would I trust if not you?Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Fane straightened his back, letting out a faint smile. "Since you trust me, then bet everything you have on me. The odds are one to seven, and it's an excellent chance."

Fane only had an approximation of Rudy's wealth. He probably did not have a million spirit crystals, but Rudy definitely had 500000. After all, Rudy had already been an alchemist for a while, and he should have had some savings.

Rudy did not even need to think about it before he nodded after he heard that. "I was planning on doing that."

After the two of them finished

talking, they arrived at the betting area. At that moment, a large group of warriors was right behind them. All of them curiously watched on as they looked at Fane's every action.

Fane did not care how heated their looks seemed to be. He looked at the caretaker behind the long desk He was like any other caretaker standing with his body straightened and not showing a single hint of emotion like a machine crafted for the Hundred Beast City.

Fane did not hesitate at all before taking out a million spirit crystals and handing them to the caretaker, saying, "I want to bet a million spirit crystals. All of them will be on me."

The caretaker mechanically collected the spirit crystals before writing down his name on the warrior's segment. Fane heard a collective gasp when he said that.

Some people started to remark that Fane was from a special place to be able to fork out a million spirit crystals. Others remarked that Fane truly was demented to be so confident in himself.

He did not seem to care about how hard the black iron bet was.