Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"How is this possible! Holy crap... Is that rune swordsman brain-dead? Why does he have to fight two people at once? Can't he just run away?"

"My money, I've staked half my fortune on it."

"No, I have to find a way to escape."

"How could this be? Our Giant Spirit Clan is actually no match for a Mechanic?"

The mercenary who opened the betting shop was laughing very happily.

When An Ran first found him, he thought he had stumbled upon a big, foolish fish.

Now it seems they really are amazing.

"The recently famous Time-Traveling Strategist? I'll go check out the Silent Land after this mission is over," he muttered to himself.

The battle at Skyhold lasted for nearly three days, ultimately ending in the defeat of the Li Luan faction.

After this war ended, the situation of the Giant Spirit Clan's civil war gradually became clear.

As long as Chick and his team don't make any mistakes, they will eventually achieve final victory.

On such a joyous day, Tsukiya finally took off her heavy helmet.

Breathing in the fresh air outside, she was in a great mood.

"However, it's almost time for us to part ways for now."

Chapter 63 I Have a "Big Treasure"

There's only one month left until the Supreme Conference of the Exiled Empire.

Now that Ciqiya has returned to normal, she has no reason to stay by Anran's side any longer.

Even if she wanted to stay there, it wouldn't work; it would take at least twenty days to get from the Rose Star Sector to the conference location.

If any unexpected events occur in the middle, even a month seems a bit rushed.

"I am leaving."

"Let's go."

"I'm really leaving."

"Let's go."

"I really want to..."

"Then you can stay."

"Cut~"

Ciqiya pouted.

Since An Ran isn't planning to go with her, there's nothing that can be done.

After muttering a few complaints, she had no choice but to leave.

Riding in her small, round flying vehicle, Tsukiya's figure quickly disappeared into the starry sky.

"Whoo~"

An Ran breathed a sigh of relief.

This way she could send the Crimson King away, but to avoid Tsukiya's surprise attack and to give herself more security, An Ran observed for several more days.

She wasn't idle these past few days; first, she went to recoup the money she had earned—no, she went to get it back.

Although this amount of money is far less than what Chick gave her, it's enough to replace the hands of the upgraded Guardian before the material was changed to VC02 metal.

Still pretty good.

"Old Ke, let's have the opportunity to cooperate again in the future."

An Ran tiptoed and patted Christopher, the mercenary she was cooperating with, on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

To avoid making An Ran feel awkward, the 1.9-meter-tall mercenary could only bend down and laugh awkwardly to himself.

As he watched An Ran walk away, he had to admit that An Ran was quite an interesting person.

A few minutes later, after An Ran had completely disappeared from sight, he called over his henchman.

"Go tell the Giant Spirit Clan that we're canceling the commission and we don't want the money."

"what?"

The mercenary, sporting a striking head of white hair, stared in astonishment at his boss.

"No way, boss?" He opened his mouth, unable to close it for a moment. "If we cancel the commission now, how much money will we lose?"

Christopher said nonchalantly, "We won't lose money. The money we made from that bet is enough to cover our round-trip travel expenses."

"but……"

The white-haired boy was puzzled.

Gambling is an extra source of income.

The commission is almost complete. If I leave now, all I'll get is the deposit.

"No buts, let's leave tonight."

Is this a fight to the death between the giant mermaids and the giant spirits?

The young man on the white horse was stunned.

The knife he was holding slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Completely oblivious, he asked, "Then where are we going?"

Christopher said, "I found being a mercenary pretty boring. Even though it's lucrative, it's just too tedious. Let's go to the Silent Lands first."

The white-haired boy was even more confused: "There are so many rules in a quiet place, what's so fun about going there?"

"Have you heard about the Stranger's Gladiator Tournament?" Christopher asked.

The white-haired boy nodded.

"Let's go take a look at this first."

"Uh……"

Not really.

Watching the game costs money.

Wouldn't it be even more foolish to give up such a large sum of money just to watch the game?

Do I look like someone who's short of money?

The white-haired boy shook his head.

Christopher gave a cryptic smile: "That settles it then. Let me tell you, this is a great opportunity to make a fortune."

"emmm..."

With the investment from the Flora Noor Group, the competition hosted by Enron and Tsykia gained even greater fame.

For a time, it even overshadowed the gladiatorial tournament held by the Mech Spirit Clan.

The revenue sharing from broadcasting alone is an astonishing figure.

For matches like these, the odds from outside the betting market are staggering.

Christopher was determined to make a name for himself here.

He also planned to take the opportunity to see what kind of organization the Time-Space organization was.

Cheek did not force Christopher to stay.

At this point, the situation of the war was very clear; even if a powerful mercenary left, it would not affect the overall situation.

During this period, Messer organized several strong counterattacks.

But the fist, which had been clenched with all its might, struck the hard steel plate and bounced back.

The short-lived war at Skyhold had a significant impact on Mersell's reputation.

"They actually condoned those disloyal mercenaries?"

Many people began to have opinions about Meisel after having such thoughts.

It would have been fine if Messer had won the war with those mercenaries, but the problem is that he lost.

He lost more than just a war.

And then there's the prestige I've built up.

This made Chicco, whose reputation was already not very good, very happy.

"Many people call me a reckless fool or an idiot, but I call this 'great wisdom appearing as foolishness'! Alas, there are indeed few truly intelligent people in this world, and even fewer who can understand me."

Chik sat cross-legged on the ground, revealing a profound and aloof demeanor.

"..."

Those high-ranking members of the Zhuiyuan branch, whose status was similar to his, all suppressed their laughter.

Those who practice martial arts have extremely high control over their muscles, which means they have received professional training.

If I say I won't laugh, then I won't laugh.

After a while, Chick said, "Now it's time to deal with Messer once and for all."

Returning to a serious demeanor, everyone in the conference room sat up straight and began a heated discussion about the tactics for the final battle.

Do this, then do that.

Anyway, we discussed it for a long time.

But in the end...

When the fighting actually started, Cheek realized that they only needed one tactic.