Chapter 1822

"There's no need to rush," Turek said leisurely. "You have to make a bet with me first." Sebastian frowned. What was this old man up to? But he simply asked, "What kind of bet?" Turek pointed at his shoes. "We'll bet on whether I can sell these shoes for more than ten million immortal stones. If I succeed, you get me a good jar of wine. If I fail, I'll tell you everything about Prince Fritz." Sebastian pondered for a moment. "Fine. I'll take the bet." At that moment, they were standing in the middle of a lively city, bustling with people and filled with the constant sounds of hawkers shouting. Turek swaggered toward the bustling streets, but his steps were unsteady. After walking just a few paces, he was already panting heavily. Sebastian just couldn't stand watching any longer. "Let me take you there." Saying this, Sebastian grabbed Turek by the shoulder. Turek's face instantly turned pale, and his body trembled uncontrollably. He clenched his eyes shut and kept muttering un