Remorse After Breaking Up (Sebastian) novel Chapter 1192

"Okay. I'll bet with you," Sebastian agreed without hesitation.

If this had happened earlier, he might not be so confident. But after he found this rough stone, he was confident because he could sense the treasure within the rough stone.

"Brat, you're going to lick my shoes later," Finn said arrogantly with a gleeful face.

"This guy sure has some guts, betting on rough stones with Finn."

"You can't say that he has guts. It's stupidity. Finn is highly skilled in picking rough stones because he's a student of a master. He's just asking for trouble by betting on stones with Finn."

Everyone was sarcastic and looked at Sebastian as though he was an idiot. Obviously, Finn was a regular here, and many people knew him.

Leroy peered at Sebastian and sniggered. "Brat, if you know what's better for you, you should admit defeat now and admit that you're an idiot on your knees."

A sneer spread across Sebastian's face. "If you think that he's going to win for sure, why don't you make a bet with me as well?"

"Since you are asking for it, I'll bet with you. If you lose, kneel and admit that you're an idiot," Leroy said coldly.

"Well, the same goes for you if you lose," Sebastian replied.

"What a joke! I won't lose. Do you think someone like you can beat Finn? You must be dreaming!" Leroy puckered his lips in indifference.

Sebastian turned to Tucker. "Would you like to join?"

"I'll bet on one of your hands," Tucker said with an icy smirk.

"Alright. Please be my witnesses, everyone," Sebastian said to the crowd, sweeping his gaze around the room.

"Rest assured, sir. Everyone has to abide by the bets they make in Halcyon Stone Guild. Otherwise, it's an offense to Gaudium Sacred Ground," a supervisor in Halcyon Stone Guild said.

Next, Finn started to pick a rough stone. From a pile of rough stones, he kept picking and choosing. Time to time, he would pick up a stone, but he would place it back again after scrutinizing it for a while and pick up another stone.

Everyone nodded in agreement. The rough stones here were eliminated stones, to begin with. There might not even be one stone with precious stones within out of 100 stones.

Moreover, the stone Sebastian picked had streaks of white within the gray background. Anyone with a little knowledge knew that this was just a useless stone.

"You can't be sure about that. Maybe I'm lucky." Sebastian then picked up the stone he selected and passed it to the sawyer master.

With his trained hands, the sawyer master wielded the cutter skillfully, and the outer layers of the stone were gradually removed. Within minutes, there was only half of the stone left, but nothing was discovered.

"You should give up now, brat," Finn said and snickered.

"There's still half left. Have some patience." Sebastian remained composed, confident that his judgment couldn't be wrong.

"You're just being stubborn," Finn snapped and snorted.