Chapter 111
The gambling boss looked confused after hearing Bravus’s sudden claim. At first, he assumed Bravus was just spouting nonsense to stall for time. But seeing the flicker of doubt in his boss’s eyes, the weakened Bravus hurriedly continued.
"Listen, Boss. In our farming district, there’s a kid named Clayton. He’s really skilled at farming."
The boss still looked disinterested. "And?"
"At first, Clayton was just an average kid—maybe even below average. But ever since his father died, he’s been making suspicious progress. He became incredibly skilled in agriculture, and somehow he’s been advancing his magic tier every year like it’s nothing. Something’s not right!"
That made the boss pause. He vaguely remembered hearing the name Clayton from his underlings, but he’d never paid it much attention. Now, after hearing Bravus’s explanation, he began to sense something odd.
If a seemingly ordinary boy had suddenly become that capable, then something had to be behind it—some hidden power or secret tool. And for someone like the boss, who was always on the lookout for talent and leverage, that was gold.
Still, as intrigued as he was, he remained skeptical. Anything that could accelerate magical growth that quickly likely came with dangerous consequences.
He furrowed his brows, weighing the risk against the potential reward. Sensing hesitation, Bravus pressed harder.
"Boss, you need to act now—before someone else finds out. If you wait too long, you’ll miss a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
Bravus’s words lit a fire in him. The gambling boss’s expression turned serious, as if he were already planning his next move. Bravus smirked inwardly. If his boss really acted, not only would Clayton suffer—but Bravus might finally be set free. One move, two wins.
After a long pause, the boss turned and walked away without a word. Bravus whispered to himself, smiling, "Heh... I may not control his men, but at least I can manipulate their boss."