Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 621

Up in the grand mountain villa, the old men watching the livestream burst into boisterous laughter.

Silas laughed the loudest. "Haha, I bet the moment that girl hesitated, she was thinking about kicking him in the face! She probably wanted to boot him right off the stage."

When she was little and tagged along with him to the martial arts dojo, anyone who underestimated her age and recklessly provoked her got exactly that kind of treatment.

The fact that she even had the mental bandwidth to worry about her opponent dramatically slitting his throat or splattering her with blood proved she wasn't the least bit nervous.

Alistair chimed in, "No, she was definitely thinking about how to poison him mute for running his mouth."

Whenever other noises disturbed her while she was compounding medicines for him, that was exactly what she would threaten to do.

Poison you mute if you don't shut up!

Magnus shook his head. "You're both wrong. She was definitely thinking about shoving a handful of mud into his mouth."

Whenever he criticized her pottery skills, she would run off to the back of the mountain and yell at the birds—did she really think he didn't know?

"I'm right."

"No, you're not. I am."

"You're all wrong, my guess is the right one."

The three old men, whose combined ages easily exceeded two hundred years, argued endlessly, each insisting they knew their apprentice best.

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Meanwhile, at the Cloudcroft City medical auction venue.

Stella Hawthorne and Kyohei Sano officially began their challenge.

Stella reassured him gently, "Sir, don't worry. I guarantee you'll recover faster than that other gentleman. If I can't cure you, I'll personally compensate you with a million dollars. How does that sound?"

The man wanted to nod enthusiastically, but the agonizing pain in his neck restricted him to words. "I like the sound of that. Alright, young lady, I'll trust you."

He then leaned in slightly, his neck still cocked at an awkward angle, and whispered, "You better do your best, Miss. Don't lose to Sano. Frankly, I'm not a fan of people from Rubinia Country."

If this young girl failed, he'd get a million dollars and could just go back to the hospital. A stiff neck wasn't terminal, after all; he'd be fine eventually.

He might as well put his faith in her.

Stella whispered back, "Deal. Thanks for trusting me, sir. I definitely won't drop the ball, because I'm not a fan of people from Rubinia Country either."

The man sitting beside them, who was currently being treated by Sano, overheard their exchange. Glancing up at the man applying a hot towel to his neck, he quietly asked: