Chapter 93: Getting the little cub

When Damien stepped out, one lucky man had managed to get five points after so long. And when he received his gift, some people exclaimed.

It was a black dagger, with white inscriptions on its hilt. The dagger glistened with the light, its sharpness and lethality obvious even from afar.

The young man had a satisfied smile on his face as he held the dagger. Although he hadn't managed to win the ultimate prize, getting a dagger with a good quality wasn't a bad thing either.

Some men were envious seeing the dagger in his hands, compared to the Red fox cub, the temptation of a good weapon was higher for men.

So, more men joined the game.

When Damien approached the stall owner with the required coins payment, “I will play.”

The stall owner stared at him intently.

He has seen his fair share of people and he could be considered to be well-versed and experienced. He had seen people who would pretend to be mysterious just to attract attention, but the man before him, he could not see through him at all.

His back was ram-rod straight and with the mask on his face, the stall owner couldn't even tell what he looked like.

And his aura, the stall owner could feel that he was suppressing his aura, and it made him curious.

Who was this man?

Even dressed in commoners attire, his aura was enough to push the people in front of him aside.

The audience watching the show also stared at Damien in curiosity, wondering if he would be different from the other men who had just attempted the game.

None had been able to consecutively land the arrows and knives to the centre of the two boards.

Hitting the centre wasn't impossible, but it was difficult considering how far the distance is.

Hazel watched Damien with a faint glow in her eyes. Damien was casual, he held the five small knives in his left and took position.

Compared to other men who were serious, he seemed very casual as though this was just child’s play and of course, it was to him.

But the men who had seen how difficult the game was, didn't think so.

They sneered at Damien's pretentiousness, feeling that he was merely showing off.

“I want to see how many points he will win, he seems casual.” A woman commented, but the man beside her sneered.

“Can't you see that he's just pretending? I have played the game and I can testify to how difficult it is.”

Hazel heard their discussion and smiled meaningfully. She could not help but wonder what their expressions would be if they realized that it was their Alpha standing before them.

The thought made her chuckle and at the same time, Damien had thrown his first knife.

The crowd went silent for a brief second. The first knife hit the centre.

“That is impressive, he hit the centre on his first try.”

But some men still think that it was due to luck.

Damien did not waste time. His wrist moved swiftly, and in no time, the remaining four knives were thrown, and they hit the board with a low bang.

“Eh?”

“What am I seeing?”

“The five knives seem to hit the centre? How is that possible? I know how difficult the game is.”

Not just the crowd, but the stall owner was surprised. Afterwards, a bad feeling rose from the bottom of his heart, especially when he saw Damien starting the second game.

‘He wouldn't win, right?’ The stall owner thought to himself, feeling somehow unsettled.

Damien did not waste time dawdling, he held the bow calmly, his posture straightened and his shoulders steady. It was a simple hunting bow, but slightly won out from use. Most people needed time and a little moment to test the bow and get used to it, but Damien simply ran his fingers along the string before selecting an arrow.

If the other participant’s posture is said to be crude, then Damien’s was like a feast to the eyes - elegant and casual.

Even with his features hidden, some ladies had brightened eyes when they stared at him.

Then he drew the bow, making the strings stretch and the wood bending in a perfect arc.

Then he released the string.

A second later, the arrow struck the center of the board with a thud. Damien took another arrow and under the crowd's watchful and shocked eyes, he released the string again.

The crowd erupted.

“No way!”

“Did you see that? Is that luck too?”

“Who is this man? He is so handsome.”

“Handsome? Can you even see his face?”

“Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.”

Hazel watched Damien in a daze, a strange thrill bubbling within her. Damien in this way was really attractive and different.

When he drew the last bow and it hit the center, the stall owner's jaw dropped open.

The crowd erupted into cheers and shocked exclamations. A small smile appeared at the edge of Hazel's lips as well.

Damien placed the bow down calmly as Hazel approached.

“Your turn to pick the prize.” He said and Hazel nodded.

“As expected of the great Alpha, you always seem to attract attention wherever you go.” Hazel commented meaningfully and Damien raised his brow.

He turned around and saw several women, both young and middle-aged, staring at him with bright eyes. Even someone as calm as him still felt goosebumps trickling his skin at the sight.

The stall owner approached them with a forced smile, “Congratulations, as the ultimate winner, you’ve won the biggest prize.”

The stall owner suddenly regretted ever allowing Damien to partake in the game. If he had known, he would have found an excuse to chase Damien away.

Now, his hold coins are gone. Without the temptation of the fox cub, the crowd would definitely reduce.

But he had no choice, he couldn't go back on his words, could he? He wished he could.

“Here is your price.” The stall owner brought the cage over and handed it to Hazel without thinking of it.

Hazel’s eyes lit up.

But she failed to notice the human-like relief that flashed in the little cub's red eyes.