Two days later, the outer grounds around the Duke's estate were transformed into a large open area for the duel.
Colorful posters had been put up everywhere in the city, and the name of Baron Blank had spread from mouth to mouth. By morning, crowds had already gathered, whispering in excitement.
"Baron Blank? I don't think he will win," one man muttered, folding his arms as if he had already decided the outcome.
Another man chuckled. "Do you want to bet on it then?"
"Are you insane?" his friend snapped back quickly. "Haven't you read the rules? No betting allowed."
The rule had been announced by the Duke himself. Ethan had hoped to use this chance to lure some wagers and earn a large sum, but Duke Philip's order had poured cold water over that plan.
He strictly forbade betting causing the illegal gambling house to put down the shutter.
Still, the crowd was restless and eager. Men and women pushed in closer, craning their necks toward the arena, waiting for the fight to begin.
