"Where are you going?"
Garrick frowned. Ahead, Kastor had suddenly appeared.
"…what's it look like?" Garrick scoffed. "I'm off to enjoy my hard-earned riches. Hahaha!"
Kastor frowned slightly.
"Where's the money you borrowed?"
Garrick narrowed his eyes, remembering the terms he had agreed to before Kastor handed him the money.
Twenty thousand golds was a fortune. Unfortunately, a fortune he did not possess. One condition, of course, was that he wasn't allowed to drink for a year. The other was that he had to return the money he borrowed.
"Bah, take your cheap little loan back." Garrick grinned, tossing over a sack. "I'm filthy rich now! Do you understand!? Rich! Hahaha!"
As Garrick burst into laughter, Kastor's gaze shifted toward the remaining sacks.
"…and my cut?"
Garrick froze. He blinked several times as though convinced he had misheard.
"Your what?"
"My cut." Kastor said. "I invested in your bet."
