How to Live as a Half-Dragon

078. teacher caught (1)

Semain’s arena.

It is a mysterious place where the joys and sorrows of many people cross each other day by day.

And this wasn’t just the story of the parties whose battle fee was different depending on whether they won or lost.

Excluding them, since most of the people who bet money on the game were together, it was common to cheer, get frustrated, and sometimes cry and laugh together.

However, a strange guy appeared in the arena of Semain about a couple of months ago.

The guy who laughs alone when the reverse magnification explodes and most of them are crying.

Even so, he never bet more than one silver coin in a match.

The kind of guy who even watches games he didn’t bet on until the very end, then suddenly disappears when the game closes.

It was the appearance of such an unusual man.

“hey… . Where is the teacher caught in the ninth round?”

“The caught teacher… .”

“what… ? yet… ?”

The man who had been secretly leaking the pick of the red teacher to the receptionist frowned.

It was because of the information that the red teacher hadn’t bet the stakes yet.

At the reception desk, the man who decided to wait a little longer without betting money turned around and walked away.

Then he checked the arena lobby.

The arena was noisy and rowdy as usual, but there were several of his kind that were only visible to those in the know.

People wandering around the reception area, stomping their feet with anxious eyes.

They are of the same kind as themselves.

Perhaps he is the one waiting for the red teacher’s pick.

“… Over there is a fire moth.”

Of course, not everyone knows about the rumors of the red teacher.

Newbies like moths still bet money on their own.

This is information that only veterans who are knowledgeable know.

Grid, a man who had endured for decades in the arena, went to the corner and waited for the red teacher.

’15 minutes left… .’

Grid, who saw the clock attached to one side of the reception desk, started calculating where to hang it if the red-haired teacher did not come.

‘I think it’s great… .’

Great was a newcomer to the arena this year.

A fighter who had a victory in his debut match, but lost the last 4 out of 5 matches in a row.

However, even if he was a fighter with such a poor record, the veteran Grid thought he would win.

Although Great’s opponent had been in good spirits recently, it was because his compatibility with Great was not good to judge based on his information.

Originally, before the arrival of the red teacher, Grid survived for dozens of years with only his own judgment.

Because of that, I had my own pride and pride.

And it still remains today.

However, the reason for entering after seeing the recent picks of red-haired teachers is simple.

You could call it insurance.

This is because nothing gives you more psychological stability than the fact that a master with a good win rate holds the same position as you.

It was then that Grid had been thinking about such a series of thoughts all along.

‘come!’

A red-handed teacher appeared.

The handsome boy, like a scion, quickly caught everyone’s attention.

Even if it wasn’t the speculators who were waiting for him, the boy’s appearance was extraordinary enough to look back at least once.

10 years.

No, even after 5 years, a handsome boy of about 155 cm who would capture the hearts of women headed to the reception desk.

The pick he chose, called teacher red-haired because of his prominent red hair, was great as expected.

‘It must be natural.’

Grid, who quickly ran to the reception desk and had the pick leaked by the staff, looked at the stairs leading up to the bleachers.

As always, Grid, who finished betting with one silver coin and watched his exit, said.

“Twenty gold coins, bet the Great.”

* * *

caught teacher.

So, the handsome boy Xian watched the ninth round match and sighed.

Did the Great lose?

Of course it wasn’t.

It’s been quite a while since Xian went to Semain’s arena.

Watching every game every day has already passed half a year.

Now, unless you are a rookie, you can predict the outcome of most matches without even watching them.

Because it had so much information.

But that wasn’t the problem.

It was about two months ago that Xi’an’s win rate rose sharply.

The problem was that since this time, most of the wins and losses were guessed, so rumors spread among the veterans in the arena.

“It’s only 1.8 times… .”

Originally, today’s ninth round was a normal match only when the multiplier was 5 times or higher.

That would be the case, because the Great was, from anyone’s point of view, an inverse magnification.

However, as veterans who knew the rumors of Xian started walking along, Xian was caught.

It was adjusted to a mediocre multiplier as a large amount of money was poured in.

It wasn’t just today, it was like this every time.

‘Not to mention the normal magnification, the inverse magnification can’t exceed 2x… .’

Even if he won all 12 games in one day, he could not eat much except for fees and living expenses.

‘That’s why I can’t raise the bet amount.’

There was a time ago when I couldn’t stand it and raised the amount.

But even that soon ran into problems.

It was a problem to lose a lot when the prediction failed as much as the amount was large.

No matter how high the win rate is, Xian is 70%.

That’s also true, because even if most of the rains went as predicted, it didn’t always go as expected.

It was a law that the win or loss could change due to unexpected factors such as the condition of the day or a sudden injury.

‘I can’t do that again.’

Xian was deep in thought.

’50 gold is not enough… .’

The money that started with 1 gold had already increased a lot, but there was still half or more left.

As long as it is not a strange situation even if it takes several more months, Xian made a big decision.

actually just one thing.

It was because there was a way to fill 100 gold at once.

‘Was the game with the biggest reverse multiplier tomorrow going to be Barstow’s?’

Having made up his mind on something, Xian looked at Stain next to him.

“What, why?”

let’s do something with me

* * *

Yorba.

He was a new fighter who entered Semain’s arena about half a year ago.

He was originally an S-class adventurer, but he was kicked out for doing something against the client’s request in a convoy mission.

Originally, at the level of an S-class adventurer, he was strong enough to be compared to an apprentice slayer, so it was enough to receive pretty good treatment wherever he went, but his past label was a problem.

As much as trust with a client is very important to an adventurer who eats knives, there was no place to use him who moved against the will of the client even if it was only once.

It was the reason why he, who had been wandering here and there, flowed into Semain’s new fighter.

“sh*t! Don’t be funny Yes, Sibeolgeo… .”

A drunken Yorba headed for the inn.

After entering Semaine, he was winning every day in the arena, but he was not very satisfied with his life here.

It was because he had complaints that anyone other than himself would have acted that way in that situation.

At that time, the request was not something like a convoy mission.

It was a mission to kill two girls who found out the secret of the client under the guise of an escort mission.

Although he was an adventurer who would do anything for money, he had at least vowed not to become a monster.

I didn’t want to be a person worse than an idiot who catches and kills those who ran away in an attempt to survive.

However, the client poured out curses at his words that he would give up after learning the truth of the mission.

So Yorba killed the client.

“f*ck it… . It’s better to have one go than two go after.”

Besides, apart from the simple number of heads, one guy was clearly a scumbag.

Because he treats people like animals just because he has some money… .

“ha ha ha… .”

As I looked at the cold winter moon, tears welled up.

This is why I should not drink or not, but it was not easy every time.

There is nothing to do, the barren three main people are no fun, and their ruined life is like sh*t.

So, it was not difficult to be patient.

It was when Yorba wiped away his tears and staggered back.

I was passing through an obscure road without a single passer-by, and I saw a small guy blocking the road.

Yorba smiled and moved on.

“If it was the same as before, it would be a shame.”

But somehow, after that day, the taste of fists is not the same as before.

I don’t know if it’s because I ruined my life because I couldn’t stand my temper, but if it’s growth, it must be growth.

It was then that Yorba was about to turn around and pass by.

Kiririririk.

A small fellow suddenly rushed in and brandished an iron club.

It was a shame that he had pulled out his sword in time, otherwise it was a blow so severe that his arm would have been broken.

‘If you look closely, it’s not a stick?’

It looked like it had just been swung through the scabbard.

Yorba gave an absurd smile.

“Are you funny? this?”

It was evident that he was belittling himself.

The fact that he didn’t pull out his sword even though he had a sword meant that he could win even if he didn’t draw it, or that he had no intention of killing in the first place.

“Either way, of course, I feel dirty!”

As Yorba swung his sword, the opponent moved away.

“What is your purpose?”

“… … .”

I don’t know why they did this surprise attack.

It was somehow strange that he had chosen himself to be simply trying to commit robbery, but he didn’t know much about other reasons.

“Okay, if you don’t want to talk about it, get hit right away.”

It was an unpleasant night anyway.

Yorba rushed in and swung his tyrannical sword.

However, regardless of how confidently they appeared, the game was tight.

‘This is more than I thought… .’

It was quite strong.

It was to the point where I wondered if I had ever met such an adversary before.

It is possible to infer that it was a young boy or a short woman, but it was difficult to specify other information because the face was covered with a mask.

‘This is the level of an S-class adventurer.’

What was even more bizarre was that I couldn’t get a sense of what he was doing.

The sword became fast, then flexible, and now suddenly heavy again.

“What’s with all these guys?”

The original way of pursuing nothing is revealed in the way of fighting.

But aside from being strong, the opponent in front of me had nothing like that.

It was like a combination of several people. To my great surprise.

Quaang.

“Keugh… .”

Yorba tried to block the opponent’s sword, but lost the sword.

If I had known there would be such a strong blow, I would have avoided it rather than blocked it, but that was defeat.

‘lost… .’

Originally, I was going to dig into the purpose after beating it up, but since I lost contrary to my expectations… . He will play as he pleases, and soon he will be beaten up.

The moment that reminded me of myself.

Leaving Yorba with her eyes tightly closed, the unknown assailant suddenly disappeared.