Amelia laughed, "I've never been to a casino, so I don't know the rules. I only know that small bets are fun while big bets harm the body. If you lose too much, I'm afraid Miss Johnson will have trouble explaining to your family."
After two matches, Amelia had clearly grasped how much damage Zachary's Mage could deal, the accuracy of each skill, how much gold he would lose when using skills, and how much experience would be consumed. She didn't want to bully a girl who was obviously younger than herself in this way.
Three hundred thousand should be enough to teach a lesson.
What's more, the novelty of the game had passed, and she found it no longer attractive.
However, Zachary was stubborn. He sneered, "You think you're a god after winning just two matches, Amelia Foster? You're too arrogant. I have plenty of money. You don't need to worry about me."
