Most of the money spent by the academy went to Golden Turtle.
"But do you have anything special you do during the festival, young master?"
"I need to make money."
More important than participating in competitions or enjoying the festivities was not missing this peak season for commerce. Each day of revelry represented potential profit that, if neglected, would never return.
"Let's go to the betting house."
Gerhard had set up a temporary building right next to the stadium where the Magic Tournament and Jousting Competition were held, creating a betting house.
He had posted tournament brackets from the preliminaries on the wall, allowing anyone to place bets.
Entering, it was stuffy with the heat of people. Despite building it quite spacious, the crowded scene naturally brought a smile to his face.
"It's packed from the first day."
Getting rich overnight is something everyone dreams of, and betting at the academy was a legal way to do so.
