Everybody was surprised when Simon agreed to such an unfavourable bet.
In their minds, he had a lot to lose than to win.
If he lost, he would have to pay four thousand rits and he would also have to battle four elites of their class in a life and death battle.
The four thousand rits was a lot of money and many wondered if he would even be able to pay it at all.
But the bigger risk was the life and death battle.
How could Simon risk his life so easily and calmly?... Many wondered.
But what these people didn’t know was that in this situation, Simon was a bookie, and a bookie always set the odds in their favour.
"How are we certain that you won’t run away from the life and death battle? You can refuse to participate if you lose." Jorra asked with slightly narrowed eyes.
This was what he was truly worried about.
If Simon decided to go back on his words, then he would not be able to do anything about it since none could force another person into accepting a life and death battle.
He did not want such a thing to happen since he doubted he’d have such a good opportunity to kill Simon without any consequences.
anwhile, Simon had a light smile behind his mask hearing Jorra’s words.
"Don’t worry. I won’t."
Jorra was still not having it.
"Am I ant to believe you based on your words?" He asked with a mocking tone.
Simon nodded. "Yeah."
Jorra imdiately sneered. "Like as if I’d ever trust a bastard who extorts his classmates."
"Hmm." Simon humd while placing his right fist on the lower part of his mask.
"I guess you’re right. Trusting is not an easy thing to do, and I don’t trust you too. Who knows, you might run away with your thousand rits."
Jorra imdiately scoffed. "A re thousand rits is not sothing I’ll run away from."
A few of their classmates have Jorra strange looks.
A re thousand rits?
That was one thousand hell stones for crying out loud.
Many of them only had a weekly stipend of fifteen rits.
Hell, more than half of them did not have a weekly stipend of up to fifty rits.
So how could Jorra use the word ’re’ for a thousand rits?
That was like calling a thousand dollars ’re’ when majority of the people around you could not even make up to fifty dollars.
Simon obviously did not have such thoughts, and he did not doubt that a thousand rits was nothing to Jorra.
"You claim that you have a thousand rits, I need to see your account to be certain you actually do. After all, the only benefit I’m getting from this bet is the money."
Simon then shifted his gaze to the remaining three- Tempest Strider, Ice Tyrant, and Flaming Star.
"The sa goes for you guys too. I need to make sure you have up to a thousand rits."
All three Initiates scoffed, and without hesitation, their Grave Marks flashed and crimson demonic scripts appeared in front of them.
Everybody’s gaze moved to the demonic scripts, and many gasped in disbelief at the numbers they were seeing.
’Tempest Strider has just over two thousand rits. Ice Tyrant has over a thousand rits. And Flaming Star has nearly three thousand rits.’
’Bunch of rich kids.’
Simon’s eyes flashed with a strange glint as he shifted his gaze from the demonic scripts to the three rich kids.
He wasn’t going to ask how they got so many rits since there were countless ways they could have done so.
And the most likely thod was that their family or backer gave them a different currency to be exchanged or an item to be exchanged.
There were so many reasons why the three of them had so many rits, but Simon didn’t care about that at all.
All he cared about was the fact that they were fat cows that could be milked in the future.
"You guys are rich."
Hearing these words from Simon, the trio had smug expressions, but Simon didn’t bother with them anymore.
He shifted his gaze to Jorra.
"What about you? Are you going to show how many rits you have?"
Jorra frowned behind his mask. He wanted to refuse because showing off his wealth was not his thing.
Unlike those three fools who were willing to do show off their ’wealth’ in order to gain so reputation and fa.
He wasn’t a fan of doing such a thing.
However, he had no choice because those three fools were willing to show off their ’wealth’
"Alright."
Just as he was about to send his intent into his Grave Mark, rath held his shoulder.
He looked at her with raised brows.
"Transfer a portion of your rits to ."
Jorra’s eyes brightened at her words, and he did so without hesitation.
Those words solved his biggest worry.
rath nodded as she received his rits, then Jorra showed off his rits with an indifferent expression.
"One thousand one hundred rits." Simon said with an indifferent expression, then he calmly shifted his gaze to rath.
rath looked at him with her arms folded and an indifferent pair of eyes.
’She’s smart and cautious.’
Simon shook his head slightly, then he released a soft sigh.
"Since all of you have up to a thousand rits, then I guess it’s all good."
"But what about you? Do you have up to four thousand rits? If you lose, how will you pay us? You have to show us that you have up to four thousand rits."
Simon looked at Tempest Strider who said those words, and in the next mont, Simon sneered.
"I don’t have to show you anything. If I lose, you guys have the opportunity to kill . My life is worth more than a re four thousand rits, and since I’m staking my life, I don’t need to show you how many rits I have."
Tempest Strider was tongue tied at Simon’s words. He could not refute his words because everything Simon said made sense.
What they wanted was his life, and since he was staking his life, a re four thousand rits was the least of Simon’s problems.
However, Tempest Strider still wanted the thousand rits.
A thousand rits was not a little amount for him to ignore or give up.
He looked at Ice Tyrant, Flaming Star, then Jorra. But none of them said anything and did not seem to care about the thousand rits.
’Damn these guys.’ He cursed them inwardly.
"You’ve still not given us any assurance about you fulfilling your part of the bet."
Simon shifted his gaze to Ice Tyrant who just spoke, then he smiled behind his mask.
"I believe that our class instructor who is watching us can ensure that not only , but that we all keep our parts of the bet." Simon said while looking at a particular direction on the balcony of their dormitory.
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