Ten’s ordeal did not end there. Despite having paid Henry one million gold, he had yet to settle the spectators’ share of the payout. Of course, it was nothing compared to what he owed Henry, but it was still quite a lot. No matter how small an amount the spectators may have betted, the odds had been one-hundred-and-twelve to one. This was not something that could be taken lightly.

“...This is driving me crazy, for real,” Ten murmured quietly to himself, pressing his hands against his forehead. He was just now reading the report on the comparatively lesser, but still significant payouts.

“Seems like things are looking tight?” asked Henry.

Even though Henry was the culprit behind Ten’s current predicament, he continued to act completely innocent.

“Once the payouts are settled, the operating expenses are gonna be tight… I might have to declare bankruptcy soon.”

“That’d be troublesome. Take this.”

“...This is?”

Henry held a sack containing a hundred thousand gold. Ten took the money sack and began looking back and forth between Henry and the money sack in confusion.

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m not giving you any handouts. This is just a loan.”

With that, any hopes Ten had were dashed.

“Considering how much you actually owe me, just a little bit more debt won’t matter, will it? Whether your debt is ten million gold or ten million and a hundred thousand, it’ll be the same to you regardless.”

“Well, that sure is comforting.”

“Ain’t it? So, just work diligently and pay it all back. I can wait as long as you...