The beast arena was tied to the gamblers' interests—many nobles had staked their fortunes, even their lives, on the outcome.
"While there's still time before it starts, I might as well just buy her."
Phield made the decision immediately. A silver fox demi-human wasn't a rare race—several thousand gold should be enough.
Before he could speak, someone suddenly pointed at contestant number one and shouted,
"Sister! I finally found you! Damn you bastards—that's my sister! I'll pay one hundred thousand gold—let her go!"
Laughter erupted all around.
"Another one looking for family."
"Not easy to track someone down here. How touching."
"I can't wait to see him break down."
The host wagged a finger. "No. Once someone enters the arena, no matter who they are, they cannot be released. Otherwise, you'll become the enemy of everyone present. You can take the corpse back afterward, though—heehee."
So buying her out wasn't an option.
Phield frowned. Was he supposed to jump in himself?
