As Gers, the manager of the underground fighting arena, sat behind a table counting his money, Simon, with a wicked grin, said with a malicious smile, "Kid, you could actually earn an extra 300 pounds."
He took a deep drag on his cigarette, his teeth, already yellowed, seemed to have darkened even further: "If you could have pretended to have had a tough time winning the first two games, you could have made way more money."
In that case, most gamblers would keep betting on Odis to lose, which would not only make Odis more money, but also make Simon more money.
Odis won the first two games too easily. If Odis hadn't bet on himself to win three games in advance, he wouldn't have made any money in the third game.
Sitting opposite Gers, Odis said unhurriedly, "One should not be too greedy."
If things had really gone that way, he probably wouldn't be able to get the betting money from Simon so easily now.
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At this point, Gels finished counting the money; the bet plus the reward totaled 332 pounds 6 soules.
Only a small portion of the notes were £10; the majority were £5 and £1 notes, forming a thick stack.
Many gamblers around couldn't help but swallow hard when they saw the money, while some revealed greedy eyes.
Since Odis had just defeated all the other competitors, today's competition was over, and most of the gamblers had already left.
After Odis glanced at them, all their greed vanished.
Odis got up and was about to take the money when Simon suddenly stopped him: "Interested in cooperating?"
"I know of a very high-end competition that attracts many upper-class people who watch and bet on it. The prize money for winning a match starts at £150!"
"Not interested." Odis knew from the reward that it was a competition exclusively for the entertainment of nobles; he had done his research on it.
Simon replied, "You can think about it some more."
He grinned wickedly and said, "I know some information that ordinary people don't. If I report your situation to the church, hehehe..."
Odis already had a plan in mind, and he said calmly, "Don't force me to hit someone."
"You'll agree." Simon wisely withdrew his hand.
Odis picked up the money, counted it, and after confirming that it was correct, he casually grabbed a bottle of wine from the wine rack next to him, pulled out the cork with his teeth, gulped down two mouthfuls, and strode away.
Of course, we had to celebrate with drinks. We earned over three hundred pounds in one night, which is a year's income for many middle-class people.
However, this way of making money cannot be replicated. After that night, gamblers all knew he was very good at it, and the odds would not be as high as they are now.
He could try to find other underground fighting arenas, but by the time he finds one, news of tonight's "feat" will probably spread, making it impossible to win money by betting based on information asymmetry.
Odis still went out from the direction of the bar, drinking as she walked very carefully through the dimly lit alley.
Perhaps a few drunk gamblers will team up to rob us.
Fortunately, they were not attacked as long as they left the alley.
He soon came to a wider street, where carriages occasionally passed by, and many homeless people were resting on both sides of the road.
Suddenly, Odis stopped in his tracks. He had spotted the informant of the "substitute" among the vagrants.
To be precise, we saw his body.
The informant was huddled on the ground, his eyes vacant, as if he had just died.
Odis was about to go forward to check, but reason made him stop. Just as he was about to leave quickly, a familiar female voice suddenly rang in his ears: "His death was very suspicious; his spirit has been annihilated."
The voice belonged to the "mysterious queen" Bernadette.
Odis looked around and saw that apart from a carriage approaching in the distance, all around were homeless people trying to get some sleep. He wondered when the police would come and drive them away.
Although he didn't see Bernadette, he knew the "mysterious queen" was already nearby: "What are you doing here?"
"I'm attending an extraordinary party nearby."
When Bernadette left after the party, she saw Odice "wandering" around, so she went to take a look and found this obviously abnormal murder scene.
Odis asked, "Who killed this man?"
"A 'sheriff'".
As soon as Bernadette finished speaking, the mist beside Odis suddenly churned, forming a figure made of mist.
The figure looked to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with a high nose, a sinister look in his eyes, and a small black spot on his cheek.
Then, the somewhat illusory figure disappeared.
"I've seen his picture," Odis said. "He's a member of the royal guard."
Then he asked, "Can you erase the traces of me standing here?"
If we erase all traces of his presence here, it would be suspicious, so we should just erase the traces of his brief stay here.
Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!
"Can."
Odis immediately felt as if she had become light and airy, like a spirit wandering in the real world.
As he walked away quickly, he said, "As far as I know, the dead man was an informant for 'The Punisher'."
Why would MI9 kill the informant of the "substitute punishment"?
"I don't know," Bernadette's voice drifted around her. "But I have a feeling there's a big secret hidden here, and I'll conduct a little investigation on my own."
Odis paused for a moment, then reminded him, "This is not something you should be curious about."
"I won't investigate on my own initiative," Bernadette said. "I have a feeling that you will be involved in the investigation in the future."
She didn't come to Backlund for sightseeing; she had a premonition that something profoundly impactful might happen in the city, and she was there seeking a promotion.
Just now, she sensed that the death of this informant was part of a huge conspiracy.
She also sensed that she might be implicated in the future, so if given the opportunity, she might as well take the initiative to do some investigation.
"Thank you," Odis said with a wry smile. "I'd like to live a couple more years."
If you get involved in anything confidential, it will shorten your lifespan!
Bernadette suddenly asked, "With your well-connected intelligence network, you should have noticed by now, right? Backlund is brewing something big."
Odis said, "I only notice that the situation has been a bit chaotic lately, and the contradictions between the various parties are becoming more and more obvious."
He knew, of course, that this was due to George III's modest efforts to become a god, and he also knew that with his current power, it was best to pretend he didn't know.
"This is the prelude!" Bernadette said with certainty.
"Let's talk about something else," Odis said. "I'm just a 'low-sequence' person. This kind of thing is too high-level for me to worry about."
"Okay." Bernadette didn't insist: "Then let's talk about the two bookmarks that were lost at the Kingdom Museum that day."
Odis thought to himself: How about we talk about world peace?