Chapter 82: The ripple of one fight
It was in the afternoon when Lucen was declared the new champion. When he left with Faust, the ordinary people, the spies, the merchants, and the nobles started moving.
Each one of them left with different purposes, but they all had the same person in their minds, and that person was Lucen Thornehart.
The way he fought with different styles was so incredible, and the fight at the end with Faust was unforgettable.
His clash with Faust, in particular, was retold with dramatic flair. Some swore they felt the ground tremble as the two moved. Others said that they moved so fast that they could not keep up with their eyes.
On the side of the ordinary citizens, they went back home and recounted what they saw to their families.
Others went to the local taverns to recount the match to friends, while some began striking up conversations with strangers in their excitement.
A noble child fought against a hardened warrior and won. Not only that, it was the rumored talentless son of the Iron Duke who did it. The way he moved in most matches was like a dance.
On the side of the spies, they returned to their various masters and reported back to them. They recounted what they saw without embellishing anything. Their masters started to rethink a few things and ordered them to continue to monitor Lucen.
As for the merchants, they started weighing the pros and cons of what could happen due to the event in the underground arena. The crest on his coat was not of the Thornehart family but of the growing popular Thornefang.
It was already guessed that Thornehart had something to do with Thornefang, but seeing Lucen’s crest, it was already a fact that they were behind Thornefang.
They now had to make a choice opposing Thornefang, which means opposing the Thornehart Household, or support and ally with Thornefang.
Some merchants immediately began drafting letters, weighing alliances and calculating what trade routes might benefit from Thornefang’s expansion. Others quietly withdrew from deals with Edrim Lysark’s camp, sensing his influence beginning to fade.