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314 Wager

All in all, Faxul was being an excellent King, and he seemed to be a natural at it. More than anything, the pure happiness that he seemed to get from seeing people benefiting from his actions was something that was unmistakable.

Of course, Daneel noticed this because it was something that he also felt. Hence, he was overall happy with the decision of having Faxul take the throne of the Black Raven Kingdom.

As for any trouble that might arise in the future, he was confident in the countermeasures he had placed.

Smiling awkwardly because of the surprise from seeing this pleasant change, Daneel said, "How are your soldiers? You do know that I'm not going to go easy on you, right?"

"They are ready. I've been training with them myself, and actually, I wish that I could partic.i.p.ate."

At these words, Daneel shot a guilty glance at his friend and rubbed his nose sheepishly.

After all, not everyone could have such powerful clone and camouflage techniques to be able to fool everyone and partic.i.p.ate under the guise of someone else.

Although Faxul was definitely not capable of this, Daneel had long had the suspicion that the other kingdoms might try something similar to obtain victory.

Still, he wasn't afraid in the least bit.

Turning back towards the crowd, both of them sighed together as they realised that they had a long week ahead.

All of their enemies, all in one place. And both rulers weren't so naïve as to think that no trouble would come.

Yet, they were determined to handle everything in the best way possible so that the Olympics would be talked about everywhere for as long as possible.

Faxul knew clearly just how much this meant to Daneel, from the effort he had put in to everything he had done to make it as big as possible. Hence, he was ready to help in every way he could to make the Olympics a grand success.

"Want to make a bet?", he asked, surprising Daneel whose thoughts were also on the days that were going to come.

"Oh? Since when do you make bets?"

"It's a long story. In short, one of my commanders is very avid in placing bets that he seldom loses. I've picked up the habit. So, do you want to place one or not?"

Feeling relaxed for the first time in weeks, Daneel smiled again and said, "Yes. But the wager has to be large. We are both Kings, after all."

"Very well. And let's use Lanthanorian currency. I bet 10,000 Gold Lans that Axelor is going to make some sort of trouble. And, another 10,000 Lans which say that Axelor will be in the second place."

Daneel raised an eyebrow on hearing this. If Faxul had placed this bet three days ago before his meeting with Queen Arafell, Daneel might have backed off, saying that he was not ready to take it.

Yet, after that meeting, he felt something from his gut instinct that told him that the Giants were not to be underestimated.

Even if the Giants were out of the equation in the most crowd-pulling event, he suspected that they had something up their sleeves.

Hence, he said, "The first is a no-brainer, so there is no way I'll accept. But the second – you have a bet. I'm not going to say who might come in second place, but I'm pretty sure that it won't be Axelor. Do we have a deal?"

Faxul had only brought up the matter of this bet to lighten the mood and relax a bit before they dived into all the responsibilities together. He hadn't expected Daneel to take either bet, so he was quite surprised on hearing his answer.

Of course, having no intention of giving up so much money, he said, "Yes, we do. In my Kingdom, we spit on our hands and shake. Have any interest in doing that?"

Daneel looked at his friend oddly as he heard this, as this was also something that they did back on Earth.

a.s.suming that it was just something formed by some sort of coincidence, he nodded as he had always liked the feeling of raw manliness that came from seeing things like this happen in the movies.

Yet, as he shook his friend's wet hand, he realized that it only looked good but didn't feel so.

Immediately using water to clean his hand, he asked something casually.

"What about the first place, though? No wagers on that?"

This question actually made Faxul chuckle, before he turned around and prepared to walk away after leaving behind an answer that made Daneel grin.

"There's probably no fool on this continent who would have any doubt that Lanthanor is going to win if they have known you for any period of time. Congrats in advance. Don't make me eat my words."

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The next day, at the crack of dawn, Norcet, his son and the Mage all woke up and quickly freshened themselves before wearing their best clothes and heading out of their quarters.

Joining the large group of people who were already heading to the stadium, the three chatted among themselves, excited about the opening ceremony that would be held before the games began.

"Watch everything closely, son. This is something that will be talked about for decades, and I suspect that you will even be telling your children and grandchildren about it. When you do so, I want you to have all the details possible."

With chests puffed out with pride, the trio made their way to the stadium, with their heartbeat increasing and their blood beginning to boil, knowing that this would be a spectacle that they would never forget.