Polystar came from behind. Like the others, he had heard the conversation between Soren and Goldsworth.
"Don't even think about it!" He said sternly.
"About what!?" Soren asked back.
"Forfeiting the match!" His gaze remained on Soren. The kind of look one gave when they were threatening a criminal.
Soren looked away.
Polystar caught him red-handed. He had indeed been trying to forfeit the match. After all, he did not see the appeal.
He already had so many points, and after growing up in rags, he really did not mind sleeping on the ground.
As long as he could be warm and have food on his plate, he had no complaints.
As if reading his thoughts, Polystar spoke again.
"You don't know, do you?"
"Know what?"
"The reason we gather points. I bet you think it's just for food and clothes." Polystar shook his head in pity.
"Isn't it?"
"No!"
Soren turned around.
Bloodshine and Pencil also shook their heads. And Vass looked at him like he was stupid.
