Damien Luan walked to his quiver and was not surprised by the dense crowds of "Wenren".
He stretched out two fingers and accurately picked out the arrow with the word "road" engraved on the handle from a bunch of arrows, his eyebrows slightly raised.
"Are you betting on me?" Damien Luan asked knowingly.
Caleb Lu was in a dilemma: "Prince, why don't I just stop betting... Miss Wenren said you lose every year..."
If he really had to pay a hundred gold coins, he would be heartbroken, not to mention that he didn't have that much money.
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