Chapter 2347 Bigold & Dulas

Chapter 2347 Bigold & Dulas

Date: Unspecified Time: Unspecified Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Trophy Section, Duel Realm, Crafting Sector, Venue: Chaos Dwarven Forge. The silent dance between Wyatt and the Judges continued for quite some time. The spectators and Chaos Dwarfs waited patiently, as though such delays were a common occurrence. Meanwhile, the female dwarven staff attending to Wyatt occasionally threw sharp glares in his direction, her expression growing increasingly sour. She seemed to have taken offense at being called "talkative."

"I don't talk a lot. I was just trying to be considerate of your feelings," she finally blurted, crossing her arms in indignation. Her tone was defensive, but her natural chatterbox tendencies made her words spill out rapidly.

"Uh-huh," Wyatt replied, the sarcasm dripping from his voice. He barely glanced at her, his focus still on ignoring the Judges. He knew he could simply acknowledge their presence and move things along for everyone's benefit, but where was the fun in that? Smirking at his own mischief, he decided to prolong the game.

Turning to the female dwarf, he said, "Contact the other contestant. I want to discuss the distribution of the income we get from this duel."

The request startled her, and she blinked, momentarily caught off guard. It was standard for the winner of a duel to receive 3 percent of the income while the loser got 2 percent. But Wyatt wanted it all. Of course, greed played a part—who didn't like more money? Yet, his true intentions ran deeper. He wanted to teach the unnamed Chaos Dwarf a lesson it would never forget, especially considering its obsession with wealth seeing how it wouldn't pay offerings to Devil Merchant Code. Moreover, it served as a perfect distraction from the Judges, who were testing his patience.

He planned to see how long the Judges could keep up their antics. After all, he knew they couldn't harm him as long as he adhered to the Duel Realm's rules and regulations. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Dulas hesitated, her confusion evident as she frowned. Slowly, she lifted her head, only to see her uncle glaring at her from across the colosseum. Her jaw dropped, and she immediately slapped her forehead in realization.

"Switch to mental conversation mode, you fool!" Bigold barked, waving his arms dramatically to emphasize his point. Mortified, Dulas scrambled to adjust her codex, her fingers fumbling over the controls.

Meanwhile, Wyatt stood to the side, watching the chaotic exchange with mild amusement. His lips curled into a small, sardonic smile as he shook his head slowly. 'I suppose not all Chaos Dwarfs really as smart as their races reputation in the Myriad Realms,' he wondered, his mind replaying the dwarf's blunders.

After being thoroughly scolded and lectured by her uncle, Dulas finally got a definitive answer. She hurried over to Wyatt and reported, "The other contestant has agreed to the winner-takes-all arrangement for the income from the duel. I've made the changes. It's now official—you can't change it without the other contestant's agreement."

"Thank you, Dulas," Wyatt said, teasing the young dwarf.

Dulas looked at him with wide, pleading eyes. "Please, don't ask me to help you with your crafting. I really can't be much help to you, especially since you're challenging Uncle Bigold—I mean, the other contestant."

"Don't worry, I won't," Wyatt replied with a smirk. After a brief pause, he added, "However, if you ever need someone to help you with your crafting, you know how to find me." His tone was light, but his mind wandered to the thought that if the Chaos Dwarfs didn't fully appreciate the potential of their younger generation, perhaps he could.

"But I really don't!" Dulas exclaimed, frowning. "I have no idea who you are or even what race you belong to, let alone how to find you."