Flender said helplessly, "Little Gang, you shouldn't have agreed to them so quickly. At the very least, you should have waited until we arrived. They said some great noble had placed a heavy bet, so the sum must be enormous. If we'd negotiated properly, they should have paid a greater price."
Master snapped irritably, "When did you become so mercenary?"
Flender gave a bitter smile. "A single coin can stump a hero. Do you think I want to be?"
Master said, "If we win this time, our earnings will already be considerable. Ten thousand Gold Soul Coins is a huge sum. I've already decided that one thousand for each child will be enough, while the remaining three thousand will stay with the academy to support my arrangements for their third stage of training. Do any of you have objections?"
That final question was not directed at Flender or Zhao Wuji, but at the Shrek Seven Devils.
The seven of them shook their heads almost simultaneously. They all knew something of the academy's financial situation, and none of them lacked money. Over the past month of spirit duels, not only had their points risen, but they had also received corresponding earnings. After winning more than five consecutive matches, every additional victory earned one hundred Gold Soul Coins. After ten consecutive wins, that amount became two hundred. Flender had even mentioned the day before yesterday that every one of these children was now wealthier than the academy.
Master raised a hand and tapped the cloth dossier spread across the table, his expression grave. "All right, we can discuss those matters later. First, let's study your opponents. For you, this will be an extremely difficult spirit duel."
The white cloth was bordered with embroidered gold thread, with the emblem of the Soto Grand