Davey was opening the door of opportunity for the commoners, who lived pay cheque to pay cheque; he wanted them to be able to enjoy themselves as well. He would stand to gain a lot if they chose to move to the Heins Territory from enjoying it very much.

“Your Highness, I heard that you made a bet with the dwarves and elves.”

“The relationship between them could sour even more if they were the only ones competing. I’m just participating to lighten the mood up a little.”

“But… Monicca is an expensive jewel that is worth so much. Its worth was whatever one determines it to be.” “Don’t worry. I’m not doing charity work or anything. The preparation is complete on my end, too.”

“You’re…talking about the explosive magic stone…”

“Are you worried?”

“How could I doubt anything you do, Your Highness?”

They could only doubt Davey so much. Royal Attendant Bernile and the others all agreed upon the fact that they had no choice but to blindly trust Davey, who always brought unbelievable results no matter what he did.

“It doesn’t matter whether I win or lose that bet. For Monicca… I can just make it again.”

It took about a year to make one Monicca, but Davey’s Pocket Plane was full of failed works.

“Chuckle.”

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