"AAAND THE WINNER IS... SPEARHEAD!" The referee yelled at the top of his voice drawing cheers from the crowds who hailed Nador.
"Never have I seen a fight as this!"
"You kidding? I'm strangely happy after wasting my entire life's savings on Bloody knuckles !"
"Right back at y'all! I took a government loan and sold my house just to bet it on Blaze finger. Guess who was sent flying the very second the match started? It's fucking Blaze!"
The crowd soon exploded in noise and excitement. The only question Nador had in mind was, "Why SpearHead? Of all names, all they could think of was SpearHead!?" This made him fall into a neigh state of depression.
Without waiting for anything else, he stepped out from the ring and down the stage straight to the betting booth.
The receptionist was in a state of shock, she was also paying attention to the match, plus with Nador's exceptional beauty, it was of no surprise to see her flushed face.
"Good day Ms. I'm here for my profits." Nador spoke with a smile, charming the poor receptionist.
"S-Sure." She stuttered, tapping on the strange device he couldn't comprehend and then gasping in surprise.
"Is everything okay?" Nador asked out of concern for his money, not for the girl. He silently prayed he did not screw up anything with his shitty luck.
"A-A hundred and seventy six thousand Gold Robles is at your account." She spoke in shock. Seeing the nonchalant expression on Nador nearly drove her insane.
'Is he some rich prince or something?' She silently thought. Meanwhile, Nador barely held back his tears as the absurd amount bounced his mind like a pingpong ball.
"*Sniff* I'm fucking RICH!" Alas, Nador didn't understand how wealthy the Elven kingdom was. Ignorance is truly the bane of the human mind.
"I would prefer to withdraw it in cash." Nador spoke with a straight face. He can finally use this resources for the greater good. And that is to get a mansion, probably near the academy.
"This,This would take a while sir, kindly sit back and relax while I contact my superior." She spoke, pointing at the couches in the waiting room. Nador out of happiness chose to oblige and comfortably made himself at home and informally nosediving straight on the two sitters.
Within the inner chambers of the booth, a chubby man is seen having a chat with the merchant who had a fallout with Nador's previous 'incident.'
"Haha! Piggy Boy! You never seize to amaze me!" The merchant bursts into a jest of laughter upon hearing Piggy recount his past.
"Why are you laughing! It was truly a sad story!" Piggy spoke with a sad expression, but instead of stopping to morn with him, the merchant exploded even more.
"Bwhahaha! How can you not notice the difference between semen and Milk!? What took you to the clinic in the first place!? Hahaha! How did a man's 'Milk' taste lik- Hahaha!" The merchant fell on the floor gasping for breath while Piggy shook his head, disappointed at his mouth for spewing such delicate information.
The doors suddenly burst open to reveal the receptionist that attended to Nador with her face etched with urgency and seriousness.
"Sir we have a case of another F-21." She spoke, hiding the message perfectly within that phrase.
Only the merchant seemed to understand as he soon shot up from the ground and dashed out the door with the receptionist following close behind.
"Show me the statistics as well as the reports." He spoke and a file was dropped in his hands. He brushed through the files and soon his neutral face was replaced with a heavy frown.
"Take me to this 'lucky' individual." He commanded with an air of strict authority. The receptionist quickly dashed in front and directed him to the waiting room where a familiar figure laid idle.
At first the merchant's brain began turned full steam on his to reduce his loss until his gaze fell on the face of the individual.
"YOU AGAIN!!" His voice rang in the room, startling Nador who jumped from his position in shock.
"IT'S YOU!!" Nador screamed in shock. He clearly didn't believe the merchant truly owned this stadium... But seeing how the merchant had the air of strange authority along the his face red in anger, Nador couldn't help but show concern for his money.
"YOU DARE WIN A BET!"
"I'M SORRY I BROKE YOUR WALL! JUST GIVE ME MY MONEY!!" Nador immediately came clean seeing the man was about to throw in a fit. His actions threw the merchant into a state of shock and bewilderment.
"YOU STILL ASK FOR MONEY IN SUCH SITUATION!?" The merchant couldn't hold back his anger as his poked the cheeks of Nador in anger. Of course Nador could only play the victim and receive the unnecessary poking of the cheeks.
"FORGIVE ME SIR MERCHANT!"
"HE DOESN'T KNOW MY NAME! VERY GOOD! YOU DARE BREAK A STRANGER'S WALL AND ASK FOR MONEY INSTEAD OF PAYING FOR DAMAGES!!!"
"JUST GIMME MY MONEY!!" The scene appeared comically scripted as they hurled back insults and apologies at themselves. The receptionist barely managed to hold back her laughter as she saw both men on the floor while grabbing themselves by the collar and barking at each other.
They both stopped then sharply turned to the teary eye receptionist with bloodshot eyes.
""GET OUT!!!"" They yelled in unison, sending the startled receptionist away before returning back to the heated apology/argument.
"I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE FOR THE DAMAGED WALL!!!"
"ONE MORE TIME!! I DIDN'T HEAR YOU WELL!?"
"I'M SORRY ALREADY!!!!"
"I FEEL NO SINCERITY FROM THAT APOLOGY!"
"SOOORY!!!!"
An hour later, Nador is seen at the bar, comforting himself with an old vintage wine. Even after the multiple sincere apology, the bastard still had the guts to take a full blown 1700 gold Robles, covering it behind the excuse of taxation and betting policies.
"Haaah~ that kicks the spot." Nador muttered after taking a mouthful of the chilled wine. He could feel the eyes of the surrounding men who gazed at him with hostility. If for one thing, he's grateful for not losing the quest... That second punishment was a little too much.
*Shiver!*
Nador couldn't help but shiver while rubbing his butt, deep in thought when a feminine scent whiffed pass his nose. Surprised, he lifts up his head, but was welcomed by the red notification from the system.
[Ding!]
[AN ANCIENT MONSTER HAS TAKING A LIKING OF YOU... SURVIVE THE ENCOUNTER.]
[Reward: YOUR LIFE!]
"WTF?!"