After a few more sips and empty plates piling up on the table, I finally decide to ask how much they made on the bets.
Oliver had said he was broke, but I was almost certain the three of them had made enough money to at least breathe easy for a couple of months.
"So? How much did you pull out of that arena?"
Oliver is the first to answer.
"Well, boss… I made five Plates and ten Shards. Not going to lie. I was scared of losing everything, so I didn't bet all of my money."
I tilt my head slowly.
I genuinely wasn't expecting that.
Part of me assumed Oliver trusted my combat ability blindly after everything that happened in Lost Ark. But thinking about it more carefully, that wasn't it. He trusted my decisions. My plans. Not necessarily the perfect outcome of every single situation.
And honestly?
That was intelligence.
