revealing the Benjamin the cause of the commotion.
At the center of the steaming crowd, was a stage that looked like a ring. Inside, there were two mercenaries, brandishing swords and stabbing at each.
Their faces were painted with weird colors and they wore totem mask. Their facial expressions could not be seen but there was a clear intent to kill. They seemed to have fought for a long time as their body armor now bore many signs of fresh damage. The stage was covered with bloody footprints.
Suddenly, the mercenary on the left struck and stabbed clean through the chest of the mercenary on the right. After a few quivers, the mercenary on the right crumpled to the ground. The surrounding crowd let out a mixed scream of excitement and disdain.
Benjamin had a revelation at the sight. And here he was wondering about what it could be...
The daily activities of the illegal mercenary organization were underground deathmatches.
Two mercenaries would enter a ring and fight to the death. The hot blooded crowed would place bets by the sides. Through this violent blood gambling, wealth flowed around into this unknown underground square, slowly filling the pockets of important figures.
Although he was slightly disappointed but upon further thought realized that it made sense. After all, what could be more exciting than seeing people fight to the death? Of course, the quick money that could be made was equally exciting,
"This is merely a casino. Was there any need to be afraid?" Benjamin asked Will.
"Shh... lower your voice." Will pulled at his cloak, clearly jittery, "I had a run in with those people over there. Don’t let them see me or I will be torn apart."
Oh, I see.
Benjamin nodded and continued, "So... How much could I earn if I participated in one round?"
He hadn’t forgotten the purpose of this trip.
The house always had tricks up their sleeves, so betting was not an option. Hence, Benjamin felt it would be better if entered the ring. Once he earned the cash he would leave.
He saw it with his own eyes, those participating in the death match resorted to many tactics to hide their identity. He could do the same. As long as he kept a low profile and was discrete, then nobody could discover his identity.
"S-sir, you plan to take part?" Will’s jaw dropped.
"If not? Do you plan to?"
Will quickly shook his head in horror.
"If you would like to try, then go ahead…" He shrunk into his cloak, "About the reward... It is also my first time here. I am not clear with the details, it’s better for you to ask someone from around here."
Alright then...
After Benjamin heard what he had to say, he realized he could no longer depend on him. He looked around to find someone that looked like one of the staff. He did not hesitate and dragged Will over to ask about the situation. However, half a minute later, his mouth was frowning in disappointment.
One round was only a hundred and fifty gold coins.
What more could he say? The price was actually decent, and it was a huge amount to the participating mercenaries but Benjamin could not fight twenty rounds in this place.
The rule was a fight to the death. One lost and it’s your funeral. In other words, a continuous run of twenty wins in a place like this is would be an unbelievable record. If Benjamin dared to do so, and to do it within only a month’s time, the main organizers would rip him apart.
Hence, the most he could do here was five to six rounds, cashing in less than a thousand gold coins.
After thinking it through, Benjamin was on the verge of leaving.
However, he suddenly thought of what Will had said. He then asked the staff once more, "About that "Seven Days of Hell" activity, what is the reward for that?"
Chapter end
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