The gamblers went mad. Almost all of them, who weren't monster tamers, rushed to surround Ainsley and started to offer things they used as their betting chips.
"I use a 2-stars precious herb, good for nurturing one's soul! Pick me!"
"No, no, pick me! I'll bet my piece of land at the outskirts. It's definitely worth a 3-stars treasure!"
"Tch! You and your empty land can be called a treasure? Move on! I have this sacred fruit that can expand one's energy core by 2%!"
The gamblers tried hard to please Ainsley and get themselves picked. However, not all gamblers did that. In fact, a certain boy stood still on the spot with his eyes wide open.
This...no! This can't be! How could this be?! That nobody from the Sloan Family can do something so miraculous?
Allowing non-tamers to contract a monster... is against the norm! That's impossible! There has never been such a case before!
