The Understated Dragon Lord

Before Grant could respond, Daniel kept going.

"Look at me from head to toe. My look, my vibe I'm just a country doctor! Magic is so complicated, and there's no way I could do it. I'm definitely not a wizard!"

"Country bumpkin! If you're not a wizard, then how come my stomach hurts? How could I embarrass myself in public like that? It has to be you who poisoned me. You're trying to ruin my life! You're a wicked sorcerer!" Grant spat out, his accusation filled with anger. Daniel let out a cold laugh at Grant's ridiculous claims.

After the laugh, he replied casually, "Grant, the reason your stomach hurts, and why you made a scene earlier, isn't because I poisoned you. I'm not a wizard and I have no idea how to poison anyone. No, what's happening is that you're suffering a bit of divine retribution. Because you refuse to accept defeat, this is God's way of punishing you! If you kneel and apologize, you'll be fine. But if you keep this stubborn act up, God's punishment will only get worse, and you'll find yourself in an even more embarrassing situation."

"Ha!"

speaking, Grant felt another twinge in his stomach. Feeling it was time to react, he shot Daniel a furious glare and demanded,

you at

refusing to kneel, then God's going to start punishing you again. You've already had two warnings. The third one is bound

two bouts of embarrassment, Grant was starting to feel intimidated. He thought it over carefully before deciding to throw in the towel. Gritting his teeth

up, he shouted through clenched teeth, "If you've got guts, keep gambling with me! Winning 80 million doesn't mean you're too scared

"Ha!"

million, maybe even a billion from you. So far, I've only won 80 million, which is just a tenth ta of my goal. My mission tonight is to win at least 800 to 1,000 million from you! So, I'm still going