Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1240

In the span of just half a month, the number of killing points that were bet on Darren's victory in the duel had reached tens of millions. There were a number of people who wanted to place their bets, but since not everyone could afford the one million killing points, the Gambling King lowered the minimum bet to ten thousand killing points. This was the reason why so many people had joined in.

"Darren, it's been half a month, and the number of killing points that were put on you winning the fight has far surpassed that on Caleb. He is running on only a three million killing point bet on his victory," said Murphy worriedly.

"There is no need to rush." Darren smiled and said, "Master Murphy, do you still have any killing points on you? If we bet more killing points, we could make a fortune."

"Darren, don't think too far ahead. Think about how to win the battle first." Murphy shook his head, trembling with a queasy feeling in his gut.

"Don't worry about it. I have the confidence to easily win that battle. At the very least, I can guarantee that the Gambling King won't be able to play any tricks on me behind my back," Darren said boastfully.

"So, what's your plan? Now that the killing points bet on you winning the fight are many more than the bets on Caleb."

If Darren managed to win this duel, the Gambling King would lose ten times the killing points people had put in on the bet! That was to say, unless the number of killing points bet on Caleb exceeded several hundred millions, the Gambling King would play tricks behind Darren's back.

"It's not a big problem. If I get seriously injured, the people who placed bets on me will definitely be antsy about taking their money back, and thus increase the bet on Caleb."

"What are you going to do about that?"

"You'll find out pretty soon."

After Darren said this, he quickly soared off.

Later, Darren found Lindsay and asked her to summon General Kerr.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

"I have something very important that I need you to do," said Darren, very sternly as he gave Kerr the instructions.

"Yes, sir!" Kerr nodded and took his leave.

Darren then went to Murphy and asked, "Master Murphy, do you have many friends in the surrounding area?"

"Why do you ask, Darren?"

"I want to ask you to invite the warriors from the different forces to a banquet. Let's enjoy ourselves for a change."

"What the hell are you pulling here?"

"Haha, let me tell you the truth. I've arranged for one of my subordinates to attack me and seriously injure me while everyone is enjoying themselves at the banquet." Murphy immediately understood why Darren suddenly wanted him to hold such an event. The more people that knew that he was seriously injured, the better.

"Alas!" Murphy gave a heavy sigh and said, "You've been so secretive with me lately. I thought you had some kind of grand scheme ready. But it turns out that you've really just arranged for someone to attack you? Nobody's going to believe you even if you try to pretend to be injured. They'll know. Otherwise, if you do actually injure yourself, you will not be able to defeat Caleb on the day of battle. This plan is completely useless."

Murphy was at a loss for words. He was terribly disappointed that Darren had been planning this for such a long time in secret, only for it to turn out to be so utterly pointless.

"Look, Master Murphy."

When Darren spoke, he stretched out his hand. A dark aura was flashing in his palm.

As Murphy felt this aura, his expression suddenly changed and his eyes grew in shock.

"You! How did you obtain a fiendish aura?!"

There was a flicker of suspicion and hostility in Murphy's eyes as he stared daggers at Darren, awaiting a quick explanation. In the Primitive Wilderness, the fiend race was the biggest enemy of the humans. Almost all the humans hated the fiends to the core.

"Master Murphy, calm down. Allow me to let you read my memories." Darren then sent all of his memories about how he had transformed into a fiend directly into Murphy's mind.