2/4
"Damn it, where the hell did this bastard come from?!"
"Quick, quick, look, it's over! Another one of our people was defeated by him. Now master's plan is completely disrupted!"
"What's the odds for the next match?"
"It's still rising. One to five, no, it's already one to seven!"
"Damn it! If these people all bet on this bastard, how are we going to make money?!"
"How about you guys? Did you find any information on this person?"
"Can't find anything. We sent people to follow him, wanting to make contact, but we couldn't even get close. It's like he disappears in the blink of an eye!"
The disguised Freya secretly approached these spectators with anxious expressions.
She used spells to eavesdrop on their conversations.
Odds?
Betting?
Through a few keywords, Freya roughly understood their identities.
