Izelle looked bitter, crossing his arms and said, "I bet on Anger, three million gone. Next time, you better tell me in advance."
Duke laughed, "I was just guessing blindly, you should know better than me."
Izelle replied helplessly, "There's no choice, it's all about luck with these things."
The light in the gladiatorial arena was still bright, and the cheers had not yet died down.
He leaned back against the stone railing, slowly sipping the Silver Leaf Dew.
The drink was very cool, perfect to soothe the heat of the entire evening.
After the gladiatorial arena show ended, the three of them began to leave.
When the carriage left the arena, the night was already deep.
Izelle's servant was already waiting outside the South Gate; a Wendler family carriage with deep red patterns stood quietly by the roadside.
Izelle put on his cloak, waved to Duke and Annabelle, and smiled at Duke, "Lost three million tonight, next time I'll follow your lead."
