Black Sail
Chapter 580: CCI. Gambling Freak (6.5K)_3

Chapter 580: CCI. Gambling Freak (6.5K)_3

The vice leader nodded, also considering whether to gamble on the Continent Martial Arts Competition, with so much savings maybe three or four Golden Dragons, what if his fortune multiplies to ten thousand?

The vice leader chuckled foolishly, it’s pretty much like betting on a horse, this way the drawing stage must be watched carefully, picking a good horse.

Galen entered the telephone booth, closing the door behind him.

Telephone booths in the Imperial City are enclosed, the glass is frosted to protect privacy, and they have strong soundproofing. From outside, you can only see black grids and frosted glass, just enough to discern if someone is inside.

Gren crouched cautiously on the ground, surveying the surroundings like a thief.

Between the eyebrows, there was some resemblance to Doringger, obviously kin, quite handsome.

Having noticed Galen enter, her naturally large Carzilan eyes widened even more.

"What the hell are you doing, can’t you see someone here? Get out immediately."

Gren took out a somewhat petite revolver from the leather bag hanging at her waist, aiming it at Galen, yet she seemed to have never killed anyone before, her hand trembling slightly, breathing rapidly.

Galen raised both hands to indicate surrender, dammit, these indistinguishable kids are the scariest, not wanting to kill but reactive, easily provoked to pull the trigger.

"I’m helping you, providing you with cover."

Galen was speechless, his goodwill mistaken for donkey liver and lungs, if not for seeing her as an underaged girl, oh, who would bother.

He shook his head, still inserted a coin, dialed Duguli’s area code, added the Black Sail Stronghold manor number, got connected quickly.

But he was just chatting aimlessly with the Black Sail dog pirate operator, making inappropriate jokes.

The pointless conversation lasted more than twenty minutes.

At three copper coins per minute, Galen thought the cost was really high, spending more than a silver coin, today’s spending was downright bleeding.

"They should be gone, are you okay?"

Galen hung up the phone, looked at Gren.

Unexpectedly, this person looked tough with tattoos, the upbringing must be really high, listened for about half an hour to the vulgar talk, many words unheard of before.

Due to the extremely scarce entertainment on the pirate ship, East Sea Pirates’ jokes are among the few in the world that can match Northern Realm Prison jokes as unmentionable existences.

Galen, as a local Alan, thought the call was quite dull, just pretending, but the opposite operator really hooked him, the East Sea indeed full of talent.

Gren was stunned, jaw couldn’t hold its weight, drooping like a cartoon character, face so flushed it seemed like steam would come out.

Galen dumbstruck, concluded she was indeed a pure well-bred rebellious heiress.

"Um, thank you..."

Gren stood up, tucked her unique side bangs behind her ear.

"Besides, are you brain-dead or lacking common sense, your look is quite eye-catching, better disguise a bit, at least cover your head."

Galen was speechless.

"Who asked you!"

Gren stormed outwards.

"Hey, where are you headed? If going inside the arena, buy me a ticket, I’ll provide cover."

Galen said intending to swindle some money from this heiress, looking tough, she might actually be quite dumb.

Gren blinked, pushed open the booth’s door, glanced outside, still somewhat afraid, feeling a vague dependency on Galen, "Sure, you can help strategize, I don’t understand fighting stuff, don’t know many people."

Though it requires some cost, Gren believed even during the drawing stage, one must watch, a necessary investment, also let this dumb guy explain who the competitors are, must pick a few good horses.

Galen chuckled lightly, this girl, too naive.

Twenty minutes later.

Gren bought high-priced tickets for Galen and the vice leader, entering the interior of the Imperial Arena.

The vice leader truly admired Galen, seems like Black Sail doesn’t do child trafficking, but brought a minor along.

Even with a high-priced few Golden Dragon tickets, it was just standing spots around the edge, next to a large pillar.

Unlike the audition sites in various Alan locations, a large city arena has several venues running non-stop.

The capital’s Imperial Arena has only one venue, a so-called three-dimensional stage, supports large-scale cultural performances, can be transformed into a ring for two-person one-on-one, no need for such a large area, several dozen acres are sufficient.

Considering the corner position’s view seats, far from the ring, details might be unclear, everywhere are crystal projection screens, the Alan Royal Court can completely afford such Magic Energy Industry scale.

"In such corner positions, might as well watch in the outside plaza, it’s all crystal projections anyway."

Gren felt the money wasted, Alan Royal Court really knew how to fish for money, the audience stands could be how many times larger than the ring, looking at the people on stage seemed like ants.

"Not coming in just gives those chasing you a chance, doesn’t it?"

Galen played with the top-tier ladies at Cloud Palace, a person with perspective, indeed the place was crowded, the momentum impressive.

The drawing had already started.

Pure machine lottery, the director switched the lens to the machine and the first competitor stepping forward.

The machine resembled a slot machine, only three digits, 0 to 999, totaling a thousand people, spinning rapidly, when to pull the lever, when to stop, pulling thrice. What number drawn, fight that number, already drawn numbers will be excluded by the system, each round follows this, those drawn, don’t need to draw again.