章 212: Masked Man's Calm Demeanor

The only words shared by Reginol for the remainder of the intermission were bets. He made sure to bet on Oli, Fulkar, Trantor, and, to the shock of his nearby colleagues, Burttin. His winnings from the first round were paid out, mostly making up for his losses despite his great confidence.

Hurman, on the other hand, kept quiet. When the bookie tried to approach him and ask about his prior bets, Hurman waved off the bookie with a slight smile and a nod. Accepting his winnings in a void ring, Hurman made no further bets. But his gaze seemed heavier than some expected as his gaze wandered and landed on the masked man. Shaking his head, he was anxious to witness the first match involving the young man.

An hour passed quickly as the contestants either chatted or meditated, depending on how confident they were in their essence reserves and skills.