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The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 99

Looking into the direction Marsha pointed, Ludwig found lack receiving a bag full of fedulings from someone else, and he showed it off to the crowd.

The bag was probably filled with about 5000 fedulings.

Seeing how Marsha stared at the fedulings, Ludwig could not help but wonder that Marsha seemed to be a miser?

If that was the case, she might be able to start from it…

“Ludwig, are there rewards for winning the battles here?” At that time, Marsha’s words interrupted Ludwig’s train of thoughts.

Ludwig returned to her senses, and she nodded as she answered, “That’s right.

The more you win, the higher the reward.”

Then, Ludwig gave a rough description of the battle arena’s rules.

It was pretty simple.

The warriors that joined the competition would receive an appearance fee, and if they won, they would get a monetary reward.

The better the accomplishment and the higher the chance of winning, the pricier the appearance fee would be.

Of course, the monetary reward would also be more lucrative.

“You were training behind closed doors before this, so you might not be aware that Jack had only competed for six days, and he fought in eight battles.

However, he never lost once.

His opponents were all knocked out in one hit.

Hence, he’s nicknamed, One-Punch Jack,” Ludwig explained to Steven, and she watched Jack walked down the arena.

“Ludwig, do many people in Evergreen Town know about this battle arena?” Marsha suddenly asked.

Ludwig showed a smug expression and answered, “Yes.

Not only in Evergreen Town but all the Oceans Chamber of Commerce’s businesses.

As long as they are in Earlington of Efrax, they are well known to everyone.

However, the battle arena is fascinating, so it attracts more attention.

Hence, its popularity is comparable to casinos and brothels.”

“Ah, I got it!” Marsha nodded, “Jack’s doing this as not only can he hone his skills in actual battles, but he can also quickly make himself famous.

Thus, he can also easily leave an impression among the DarkMoon Sect’s disciples when the time comes.”

At the thought of that, Marsha commented, “Ludwig, since the battle arena is open for the public, I should be able to join it too, right? I’m a warrior, and it fits the requirement.”

“You want to join it too?” Ludwig looked at Marsha in surprise.

She did not expect that Marsha would suggest such a request.

Ludwig’s little mouth widened slightly, and her expression was charming.

“That’s right!” Marsha nodded and laughed, “Ludwig, didn’t you say before that the winner can get a lucrative amount of fedulings? Besides, you gave me such a big temptation just now, and you should give me some time to consider it, right?”

Ludwig pondered for a moment, and she instantly understood what Marsha meant.

If she gave Marsha an insane amount of money, then Marsha would be indebted to her.

Thus, when Marsha wanted to refuse Ludwig’s offer again, he would not be able to do so directly due to that favor.

Furthermore, Marsha could earn the fedulings through his capabilities in the arena, and at the same time practicing his martial skills through actual combat.

Besides, just as he said, he needed some time to consider her offer.

“Alright.

Of course, you can join.” After understanding Marsha’s intention, Ludwig naturally would accept Marsha’s suggestion.

But, she still warned him carefully, “Before you enter the battle arena’s competition, you must know that you’ll have to sign a life and death contract in advance, and you’ll bear all the consequences.

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