Bab 635: Pests*

A loud and intense laughter echoed across the area as the sovereign laughed without any care in the world. The situation had simply been that amusing to him. He had just praised Niall for using his head, and the latter had been so confident in his power.

However, who would have thought what just happened would actually occur?

If it were possible, Niall's face would have turned an intense shade of red by now. He was too embarrassed to remain in the area, but unfortunately, he couldn't leave.

The sovereign laughed some more at Niall's reaction before becoming serious.

"The bet is over, and the winner has been decided. Do you have any objections?"

Niall clenched his fist hard. 'I lost the bet.'

He had lost and would have to become Atticus's slave. It was unnerving—something he never expected would happen in his life.

"No, sovereign," Niall bowed and responded.

"Good," the sovereign nodded and turned to Atticus.