"I agree to the bet, but I hope I don't die in the joint military exercise. Otherwise, all the money I spend will be wasted."
Adrian tossed the pass from one hand to the other before lazily turning and walking away.
As he walked, he said, "Transfer the money from my account, Lancelot. You handle it."
Although Adrian had his back to him, Lancelot still gave a standard military salute.
"Yes, Young Master."
"Oh, right."
Adrian stopped and turned around as though he had only just remembered something.
"And don't even think about paying off your debts by currying favour with nobles. No noble will pay for your lost bets, and I mean it."
Eli: "..."
It was likely that the scene just now had caused some misunderstanding.
He wanted to explain that he had no improper thoughts about Curtis.
But even if he explained, he probably wouldn't be believed.
After Adrian left, Lancelot continued helping Eli with the registration process.
