If Percy could not beat the purple-feathered beast, they would regain what they betted. However, if Percy won, they would be able to make a quick fortune.

Bokir coughed before he glanced at Anderson. He was eager as well but was worried that he would get angry if he bet on Percy. After all, they just had a brief conflict-and an intense one at that. Him betting on Percy would mean he was siding with the enemy.

He would not be willing to voice out his intentions, but he did not want to lose out on a gamble that was a sure win either. It was not just Bokir, but Omas had a similar expression on his face as well.

Bokir gulped. He had a conflicted expression on his face as he struggled to decide if he would go. If he went, he would offend Anderson. If he did not, he would lose out on a clear opportunity that was plain to see. He was reluctant to do so, so Lourian felt incredibly conflicted.

Compared to Omas, Bokir was a lot more impatient. Even if Omas was thinking the same thing, he had much better control over his emotions.

little profit he could either. So, Omas felt like he would

Bokir. Sure enough, Bokir constantly glanced at Molie with a guilty expression. It was practically written all over

two of them were doing at all. Even if he did, he would not care. Molie was never affected by others, no matter what he did. The moment he decided on something, he would ignore everyone else even if they saw

and the others, who were

they had on Percy. The more all those warriors acted impatient and rashly,

as if they were looking at mere

in disdain, “These pests aren’t even

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