Meanwhile, Wei'en, now the center of attention, looked down at "One-Eye" Adolard pointing up at him and arched an eyebrow.
'I wonder if that innkeeper, Ericon Bascabiru, was blessed by the Goddess of Destiny. His unfortunate prediction actually came true...'
"You, sir," Adolard said, looking at him with a ferocious grin. "Be prepared. After this match ends, it will be your turn, with me, for tonight's third gladiatorial match—a fight to the death!"
[You have been targeted by Adolard Walls's killing intent. Evaluation: Just a weakling! Reward: Survival Points +20.]
'A weakling worth 20 Survival Points?'
Wei'en knew that even if "One-Eye's" strength hadn't reached the level of a Hand of the Kingdom, it wasn't far off.
But he was still far weaker than the Grave Digger.
"A gladiatorial match?" Wei'en smiled, looking at Adolard and nodding. "Alright. I'll be prepared. You should be, too."
The more brilliantly he smiled, the calmer he felt inside.
