Silas's eyes fell onto Carter, who was making a disgusting face while looking at his friend's win. 'This guy isn't even happy for his friends? Or should I call them minions?'
The announcer's voice boomed loudly through the speakers. "The winner of the second match is Carl."
Silas took his hand to his mouth as he yawned. 'It's time for the third match, mine is after this.'
He looked at Ragnar, who was lying silently in his lap. His hand reached to his head as he patted him. 'Should I go outside for a while to pass the time, or should I take one more lecture of Chiron?'
[Host, why don't you learn from Chiron?]
Silas's eyes widened slightly as he scratched the back of his neck. 'Why are you suggesting that?'
[Host, you have to fight a couple of times today, and your opponents are stronger than you.]
[Don't you think you should do all six techniques and increase the learning process and acquire that skill?]
