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Maine's heavy bet immediately caused Ans' value to soar, and his ranking to rise as well. He jumped from sixth place to second place, just behind Allen.
"Two tons of platinum. I hope it's not your private vault, Mr. Main." Horn looked at the butler and nodded.
"Allen, two tons of platinum." The butler raised two fingers and said.
Maine's expression immediately darkened. Horn had been keeping a low profile ever since he had suppressed him politically twenty years ago and his family's ranking had fallen. But today, it was as if he was clearly going against him. He frowned. With his shrewdness, he couldn't figure out the reason. In the previous death arenas, there was no lack of wealthy families throwing money at a certain contestant, but it was rare for someone like Horn to invest 30 million yuan in a youth.
"Ans, two tons of platinum." Maine raised his hand and placed another heavy bet.
At this moment, all the public platforms of the Federation government on the floating island were constantly refreshing the worth of Allen and Ans. Behind the intense competition between the two youths, many people could tell that there was a big shot behind the scenes. This caused some people to follow the trend and place their bets on the two youths. As a result, the scores of the two youths changed almost by the second.
Horn's expression did not change as he winked at the butler again.
"Allen, add two tons of platinum." The butler immediately said.
The banquet hall was completely silent. Bescot, who had been silent for twenty years, had actually made a heavy bet of 50 million Federation dollars for a youth on the surface. This had definitely broken the personal bet record of the death arena. Now, the nobles in the hall looked at Maine with a good show in their eyes. They were wondering if Maine would continue to increase the stakes.
Fine beads of sweat had already seeped out of Maine's forehead. Four tons of platinum was already the largest amount of money he could use within his authority. If he wanted to continue to increase the stakes, he would need the consent of the Family Council. Although he was the Patriarch, he was not without scruples.
"Five tons of platinum, Mr. Horn, I'm very puzzled. With your family's current situation, will you be able to take out this huge sum of money? It won't be an empty check, right? "Maine forced a smile and said.
The butler, Helsing, took out a check expressionlessly and handed it to Altes beside him. "This is an anonymous check from the Bescot family. The withdrawal limit is exactly 50 million yuan. Mr. Altes can collect five tons of platinum from our family warehouse in a few days with a check, or you can use it directly. "
When Altes took the check from the butler, Horn looked at his young opponent and said, "Mr. Main, do you want to continue to increase the stakes?"
Maine took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped his sweat. "No, I'm a businessman. It's too irrational to invest money in a project whose returns can't even match the capital just because you're angry. "
Then, he said to Altaiz, "I'll get my secretary to bring the check later."
"I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave." Maine had regained his previous elegance, but anyone could tell that he no longer had the arrogance he had when he entered the door. Before he left, he turned around and put his hand on Horn's shoulder like an old friend. He leaned down slightly and said, "For the sake of our many years of friendship, Mr. Horn. I have to remind you that Bescot may have a deep background. But in the younger generation, I can't see any capable successors. If there are no opponents in Bescot after Mr. Horn, I will be quite lonely. "
After saying that, he laughed and left.
Horn stretched out his hand and brushed his shoulder. His gaze fell on Allen's head and he said in a voice that only he could hear, "Idiot, the future of Bescot is here. Soon, you will have a formidable opponent, dear Maine Alexander! "
On the left side of the banquet hall, there was a small private room. The wall on one side of the private room was a coated SLR glass. People were in the private room, but they could see what was happening in the banquet hall. At this moment, a tall, well-built man was standing next to the single-lens reflex glass window. Under the rare short black hair was a European face. The deep outline of his face was like a statue of David carved by Michelangelo. His black pupils, high nose bridge, and well-groomed beard all emphasized the dignified temperament of a person in a superior position.
In the banquet hall, the men were generally dressed in decent suits. However, this man was wearing a military uniform and boots, white gloves on his hands, and a light sword on his waist. The scabbard of the sword was platinum, decorated with dark golden patterns. The cup-shaped handguard and the hilt of the sword were silver-white, and the incomparably smooth metal reflected another figure beside them.
"Horn, this old thing, is rarely fierce today. Poor Maine still wanted to pick up a bargain. When he bit down, he found that Bescot's bone was still so hard. " The man in the military uniform smiled faintly. His voice was deep and slightly hoarse, which made his voice even more magnetic.
The man beside him whispered, "Tommaine's blessing, just his and Horn's bets, we'll take 10% of the commission, which is also a considerable amount of income."
"However, Horn is old after all. I'm afraid he already regrets being provoked by Maine to place such a heavy bet. "The man smiled faintly.
The man in the military uniform said, "Just by listening to this, Vincent, you can only be a clerk and not someone like Horn."
The man beside him was stunned and hurriedly lowered his head. A trace of dissatisfaction flashed through his eyes, but his tone was incomparably respectful, "I'd like to hear more."
"If you've read Horn's life, you'll know that this old fox never makes meaningless investments. Do you think a mere Maine can make him lose his sense of proportion? That's too high of Maine. Back then, Horn only gave Alexander a chance to take advantage of it, not because Maine was capable, but because he suffered a heavy blow and was disheartened. That's why his family's ranking slipped. " At this point, the man in uniform paused and said, "Otherwise, three Mains would not be Horn's match."
"Look, there must be a reason why Horn put so much money on that youth."
"Your Excellency is wise." Vincent said respectfully.
Then he said, "In your opinion, which youth has a higher chance of winning this year's death arena?"
"Who knows? Even the little fellow that Horn thinks highly of might not be able to win. After all, there are too many unexpected things in this world. "The man in uniform walked towards the other door." Besides, this is just a child's game. Once every two years, let the untouchables on the surface have a little hope. This way, their eyes will be on the game and they won't care about anything else. "
"Something I don't want them to care about." He emphasized, "Our real stage is on the battlefield of the Outer Realm, my dear Vincent. I heard that our General Greed is coming back. I hope she can bring me good news. "
"General Windsor Bellow is young and capable. She will definitely not disappoint you."
Opening the door, the man in the military uniform seemed to have thought of something. "Oh," he said, "Vincent, I'll invest 100 million in our little Allen in my own name later."
"Your Excellency also …"
"No, this is a tribute to Horn. Bescot has been silent for twenty years. Looks like he's going to make a move. I'm very happy, that's all. "
Leaving these words, he walked out of the door. The clerk lowered his head behind the door and whispered, "Yes, Your Excellency Mobius."
The man in military uniform was the current President of the Federation.
The rain continued to fall from the sky on the Babylonian floating island. In the training center building, Allen was still rolling on the ground by Hughton in order to practice the "spin" technique. The world seemed to be unchanged, but in reality, everyone's fate was changing rapidly.
At the weekend of the third week, the rankings were updated again. Allen was still firmly on the list, but Lucy had slipped to third place. Ans caught up from behind and rose several places in a row, closely following behind Allen.
This time, Allen received a set of light armor for individual battlefield defense, a precious Origin Energy Stimulation Potion, and other miscellaneous rewards. Of these rewards, the first two were the most precious. Text. Individual defensive light armor could be split into tactical suits and armor components, which provided additional defense for Allen. The Origin Energy Stimulation Potion, as its name suggests, can stimulate the user's Origin Energy to increase its length.
In addition to the previous berries and stamina strengthening potions, Allen finally formed the fifth Origin Energy vortex on the weekend of the third week. But when he walked out of the training area, he looked depressed.
Hughton took a sip of wine and asked, "What's wrong, kid?"
"Mr. Hughton, I've already formed the fifth vortex of Origin Energy." Allen said.
Hughton looked him up and down. "That's a good thing. Why are you still as depressed as if you've lost all your money?"
"But, it's too slow." Allen sat down and the youth sighed, "According to what you said, you need at least nine Origin Energy vortexes to break through the first barrier. It's only a week before the start of the death arena, but I only have five Origin Energy vortexes. "
"Be content, little brat." Hughton shook his head and said, "Your growth rate is already very fast. Besides, there is no shortcut to Origin Energy growth. You can only accumulate it through time and diligence."
"Is there no faster way to grow?" Allen raised his head and asked unwillingly.
Hughton put down the wine bottle and said, "It's not that there isn't, but most people don't like that method. But it doesn't matter to you. Even if you don't like it, you will come into contact with it very soon. "
"What method?" Allen's eyes lit up. Right now, as long as he could refine nine Origin Energy vortexes as soon as possible, he was willing to try anything.
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