"You know what? A few days ago I managed to win a bet!" cried Master Orsley excitedly.
"Bet? What bet?" asked Namara in surprise.
"It's related to your battle with Castor. If you win then I will not only not lose a bag of gold coins, but also get a mysterious stone," said the old man happily.
"So you bet on that battle too? Why don't you use me as a bet?!" Namara protested in annoyance.
Master Orsley chuckled. "That's impossible. How could I possibly have the heart to give you to someone else? You are my stubborn student after all."
"Hmmm..." Namara just mumbled incoherently.
"Okay. Don't be mad. I believe you will win. And look, you really won!" cried Master Orsley. "I heard you were sick? How are you feeling now? You don't look sick."
"Of course I'm cured," Namara replied irritably. "How did you come so late? Don't you care about me anymore?"
