Chapter 116 A Bet

Chapter 116 A Bet

"You! So you question my keen eyes!?" Master Jamason's face was red. He could not back down. He needed this money! He had made this sword in order to swindle enough money to pay off his debts. The reason he was staying out of the public eye as of late was because he was running away from debtors! He needed to sell this sword no matter what! He had crafted this sword with the most inferior metal that he smelted down from other rusted swords. n))OVElBIn

He did all of this and put it up for auction using his own reputation in order to skip past the appraisal process in order to make money off these rich fools. But now someone was trying to ruin all his plans!

"I think you are old, and those keen eyes are starting to go bad. I can prove that this sword is nothing more than a decoration. How about we make a bet?" After hearing the name of the man, Master Jamason, Vance remembered that there was actually a quest line that someone picked up to help Master Jamason pay off his debts. He had sold a sword at an auction to originally pay off his debts but still ended up blowing the money on gambling. From what he remembered about the quest he read on the forums, Master Jamason's gambling habit was so bad that he was unable to resist when people asked him to make a bet. He always had that thought that he could make more if he just gambled a little but would end up losing everything.

But the thing about Master Jamason was that he was actually a very skilled craftsman. This was why Vance was making a bet. Since he planned to have a guild house soon, he wanted to have one of the game's best craftsmen work for him.

"A bet!? Sure! What do you want to bet?" Master Jamason fell into the trap without a second thought.

"If I win, I want you to work for me, and I will pay off your debt. You also have to give up gambling. If I lose, I will just pay off your debt. How about it?" Vance's words confused many people. But Master Jamason couldn't help but feel like he might have fallen into some kind of trap.? But the conditions of the bet were too good. Even if he did lose, he would get those damn debtors off his back. He did not mind working for someone if he could escape being stuck in hiding.

"Fine! It's a bet!" Master Jamason agreed. He was not losing anything in this bet.

"Good! Now sign a magic contract." Vance was not stupid, a greedy, scheming man like Master Jamason needed a magic contract to keep him in line.

"Fine!" Master Jamason also did not trust Vance, so he was fine with a magic contract.

Vance jumped down to the main hall from his balcony and walked over to Master Jamason. The two quickly formed a contract with all the details that Vance had stated. Once it was completed, Vance smiled and said: "Now then...."

Vance took out his sword and walked towards the stage. He looked at the big titted woman standing there in confusion and said: "I will now prove that this weapon is a decoration."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Vance walked over to the decorative sword and held it in his hands before tossing it in the air readying his sword, and then slashed out multiple times. The sound of something shattering could be hard as the decorative sword was sliced into multiple pieces and fell to the ground. "Now then... Does anyone want to say that I was wrong?"

Everyone shook their heads. Although Master Jamason was a bit angry that he now had to work for this young man, he was still happy that his debt would be paid off. But what bothered him was the bet. The magic contract he signed was something he could not go against. He would feel intense pain if he tried to gamble again. And if he tried to fight through the pain, he would end up dead as the pain would just grow stronger and stronger until his heart stopped.

He sighed and got up from his seat and walked over to Vance, and bowed his head. "From this day forth, this old man is your personal blacksmith."

"Mmm... Follow me to the VIP room. We have much to talk about." Vance sheathed his sword and began walking away under the eyes of the audience, who couldn't believe that the renowned Master Jamason was now working for some unknown young man.

"Hey, isn't that the young man who almost killed the prince from the foreign kingdom?" Someone asked.

"Now that you mention it.... I guess someone who is married to the princess is not ordinary at all."

While the crowd was talking about Vance, he walked back into his room with the old man following behind him. Vance had the young woman outside get another chair for them before everyone could sit down.

Once everyone was situated, Vance began introducing everyone. "These are my wives, Alice, whom I am sure you know as Princess Alice, Sally, Cynthia, and Miri. And the little fairy here is Mina."

"It's a pleasure. To have so many beautiful wives makes a man jealous." Master Jamason really did feel slightly jealous. His love died long ago. But to see a young man like Vance with four wives made him a bit jealous.

"Now, we will not have a place for you to go right away. So you will be staying at the same inn as us. Tomorrow we will be gone for a few days to secure ourselves a place to live. So bear with the inn for the time being. As for your debt of twenty million, it will be taken care of soon." Vance just needed to sell hsi potions, and he was sure he could make a little over a hundred million easy for them.