Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1239

"You aroused my curiosity, boy. I don't want you to die." The Gambling King's eyes lit up. He cocked his head to the side and continued, "I'll take care of this round. I'm offering odds of one to ten for you, and one to one for that old man." The Gambling King's rules were always simple.

"Well, sir, it seems as though you don't have confidence in me. Is that why you make such an offer?" Darren furrowed his brows and questioned.

If the Gambling King were serious, upon winning, Darren's ten thousand points would multiply to one hundred thousand.

"With all due respect, you're only at the middle-level of the Domain God Realm. How does that inspire confidence?" the Gambling King pointed out.

"Darren, it appears as though he isn't aware of your real strength," Murphy stated with a shake of his head.

"No, he knows." Darren's face fell. "I'm afraid I'm in trouble this time," he said to Murphy through his spiritual sense.

"What? What do you mean?" Murphy was utterly confused.

"Think about it. The Gambling King is addicted to gambling. He must have investigated both sides' background thoroughly to calculate his odds of winning. I believe he already knows about my real strength," Darren explained.

"Then why did he make such odds?" Murphy was unable to figure it out.

"It's simple. He deliberately created such high odds to encourage more people to bet. I speculate that he will make a plot to let Caleb win. In this way, he will make a good fortune here." Darren sighed somewhat worriedly.

"Oh, now that makes sense. He bears no good intention toward you." Murphy's eyes widened with surprise when he understood. He hurriedly suggested, "Let's stop here. We will quit."

"No, I won't." Darren shook his head before he continued, "This is the only way to get rid of Caleb and not get others involved. I have no choice but to agree.

As for the wager, as long as sufficient people bet on Caleb, the Gambling King won't hurt me. In fact, he may even secretly help me," Darren speculated.

"But the problem is that anyone who wants to participate will investigate Caleb and you. If that happens, most people will bet on you. After all, the strength you can display is a whole realm higher than your cultivation base level, and I don't believe that Caleb could have accomplished that had he been in your shoes," Murphy analyzed.

"Let's not worry about all that. I think I know how to turn this around. Perhaps I can make a fortune as well," Darren answered with a confident grin.

"Really? I can't wait to hear the details!"

"Okay, but later." Darren then ended their conversation.

"Murphy, aren't you going to bet one million on your little buddy?" the Gambling King raised his eyebrows and questioned.

"While I'm confident that Darren will win, I won't bet. I'm not interested." Now that Murphy had learned how the game would work, he didn't want to increase Darren's risk. He knew that if too many people bet on him, things would get complicated, and the Gambling King would do something sneaky to earn more points.

"Master Murphy, how many points do you have? Bet them all on me!" Darren prompted. He sounded confident of himself.

"Are you sure? Darren?" Murphy frowned and asked. He couldn't figure out what Darren was up to.

"Come on. You need to believe in my strength. Don't need to worry about the rest." Darren smiled mischievously as he prompted Murphy.

"Well, okay. Don't let me down." Although he didn't know what was going on in Darren's mind, Murphy trusted him enough to follow.

"I have one million and five hundred thousand points. All for Darren!" Murphy exclaimed.

"Well, since you're the first to place the bet, I have a surprise. Let's register two million points for you," the Gambling King said generously. But, the broad smile on his face told a different story. It was clear that he regarded Murphy's one and a half million points as something he had already earned.

"Wait a moment," Murphy shouted after he took out his points.

"I'm sorry, but a deal is a deal. You can't take back your points now," the Gambling King growled.