In the meantime, the moment Van stepped into the arena, various murmurs could be heard from other servants...
"That's him? The Farrell girl's pet?"
"Look at his arms—like twigs compared to Korv's."
"I give him twenty seconds before he's crying for mercy."
Needless to say, Farrell was a known family here since the Rukh Tower was literally owned by Archmage Farrell. Since his daughter had come here, it was quite normal that everyone was curious about her. In turn, her servants were also noticed…
Soon, a rough circle formed in the sand. Coins were already flashing between fingers as bets were placed.
Indeed, it wasn't just Van and Korv who were planning to earn, the other servants wanted to have a bet on their own.
This time, a scarred-faced woman—Kaylee, a veteran servant from House Dain—acted as the unofficial bookkeeper.
"Current odds!" she spoke.
"Five-to-one for Korv smashing his ribs in the first minute! Ten-to-one if he breaks the runt's arm!"
