King Belmont stroked his dark purple beard, staring intently at Dyon's figure.
The ranked geniuses watched Dyon as well. Aside from those who had seen him in action at Chaos tower, the others were curious to see if he could really do this.
Zabia leaned toward his wife, Ulu. "This is the boy, right?"
Ulu nodded.
"Let's see if he can do something other than talk then… It's not as though he can use that tall warrior in this battle."
Elder Den snorted, "Here." Throwing a betting array toward Dyon.
"This isn't big enough." Dyon frowned, "Ah, no matter, no matter. Just one more question though. Say I bet more than the other bidders can cover, who will compensate me? After all, the odds are against me something like 1 in 10000, I'm worried about wasting my time with this bid."
