The gambling boss looked confused after hearing Bravus's sudden claim. At first, he assumed Bravus was just spouting nonsense to stall for time. But seeing the flicker of doubt in his boss's eyes, the weakened Bravus hurriedly continued.
"Listen, Boss. In our farming district, there's a kid named Clayton. He's really skilled at farming."
The boss still looked disinterested. "And?"
"At first, Clayton was just an average kid—maybe even below average. But ever since his father died, he's been making suspicious progress. He became incredibly skilled in agriculture, and somehow he's been advancing his magic tier every year like it's nothing. Something's not right!"
That made the boss pause. He vaguely remembered hearing the name Clayton from his underlings, but he'd never paid it much attention. Now, after hearing Bravus's explanation, he began to sense something odd.
