An Understated Dominance (Maria Vittori) novel Chapter 2211

"I…"

Abigail's words left Ruby speechless, and she blushed. Ruby suddenly realized she was too naive.

Grudges and alliances often defied reason in the martial world—either kill or be killed.

If Luke intended to kill Abigail, then it was only natural for her to defend herself by retaliating against him. Her actions were justified.

Furthermore, as Abigail pointed out, those who acted solely for profit were hardly virtuous. Therefore, it was not worthwhile to advocate for justice on their behalf.

"Ruby, judging by your demeanor, you're likely new to the martial world," Abigail began. "Holding onto your good intentions is commendable, but you must choose your allies wisely. Blindly playing the role of a saint will only bring harm to yourself and others."

She offered a knowing smile. "Let's let bygones be bygones. There's no need to let tension brew between us over strangers' affairs. Come, let's continue with our drinks."

Then, she lifted her glass and nodded toward Ruby.

Ruby hesitated briefly before raising her glass and downing its contents.

As the tension dissipated after the brief commotion, the atmosphere in the tavern returned to its former merriment as if nothing had happened. Laughter and chatter resumed, accompanied by the clinking of glasses.

Meanwhile, members of the Mystic Arts Order swiftly cleaned up the aftermath outside the tavern.

With the streets littered with bodies and blood, they worked diligently to erase any traces of the night's violence. Even if their actions were in self-defense, they had to ensure no lingering consequences.

For them, preserving their reputation and ensuring their gambling activities could continue uninterrupted was paramount.

As the night swiftly progressed to morning, the atmosphere at Sacred Wrym Summit remained lively.

Even at this early hour, the venue buzzed with anticipation as crowds filled every available space. They were eagerly awaiting the start of the tournament.

To capitalize on profits, Abigail invested a significant sum to secure a prime spot. She had set up ten gambling tables to accommodate the growing number of gamblers.

With an extensive range of wagers available, covering everything from match outcomes to timing and fighting styles, the variety offered was unparalleled.

Additionally, she had arranged for crates of celestial stones to be delivered overnight from the Mystic Arts Order for the preparations.

In contrast to the trivial disputes on the previous day, Abigail appeared resolute to leave a lasting impression this time.

With tens of thousands of spectators, including elite members from various major sects, gathering at the Sacred Wrym Summit, there was ample opportunity for profit.

For Abigail, cultivating these potential gamblers would lead to untold wealth. She naturally had taken precautions just in case.

Sacred Wrym Summit had turned a blind eye to the gambling activities as long as they didn't disrupt the tournaments.

This provided Abigail with the perfect environment to make a profit. Thus, her new round of harvesting commenced.