Black Sail

Because Gren just entered society, she doesn’t understand the rules of the street at all. However, in the Imperial City under the Emperor’s nose, there’s nothing like Foot-washing City, only high-class individual Minstrels frequenting upscale venues.

Galen also made quite a bit yesterday. Compared to Gren, who spends money like water, it could only be considered a small win but it’s enough to take the deputy leader and some childhood buddies out for some farm-to-table-style chicken, the clucking kind.

It’s just a shame Gren was so clueless, dragging the two to a pricey lounge bar to count all night, pondering over a 400,000 grand plan, giving both of them dark circles under their eyes.

It’s way past midnight, damn it, it’s three-thirty because they still had to rush to the martial arts competition the next day to watch live, only a few hours of sleep, crashing at a booth sofa in the pub to catch some Zs.

They really do take gambling as a career.

If you made 4,600 Golden Dragons, you’d definitely consider it a career.

Gren is young, full of energy, doesn’t matter how she messes up, she could sleep on a long bench draped in newspapers.

Galen and the deputy leader, both born in the year 65 of the Holy Spirit Calendar, were tortured senseless.

Resulting in yawns throughout the afternoon, at the Continent Martial Arts Competition, didn’t sleep well but the atmosphere was overwhelming, and the energy kicked in.

Ordinary folks betting on fifty Golden Dragons, might involve a villa in the Guiyuan district, that could get fiery.

Two thousand Golden Dragons, that’s a super large bet, the head of this bank location must personally handle proceedings.