Sam didn't say anything immediately and just looked at the Regiment commander as if he was thinking about it.
The Regiment commander thought that Sam was afraid and he started egging him.
"What now, Sam? Aren't you all powerful and claimed that the army is full of trash, why don't you prove it? If you don't then, get ready to face martial law."
Sam took a deep breath and looked at the Regiment commander with an expression as if he was hesitating.
"I have two conditions."
"What are they?" Regiment commander is quite sure that Sam is going to propose some impossible condition, so that he can back off without losing much face.
"I want ten times the wager, and my bet is ten million spirit stones."
When the Regiment commander heard this, he confirmed his earlier theory of the conditions. After all, the 100 million spirit stones, is not a small amount and it is more than the annual budget of their regiment.
