Travels to the Holy Light Continent

"Father, what do you think we should do about this matter?" my father asked.

"Our Great Qin will decide the outcome by martial arts. You go and tell the king to either let Murakami Saburo apologize to our third brother, or we will decide the outcome by martial arts!" said Grandpa.

"Father is so smart. This way we can not only get rid of the Fourth Prince but also protect the reputation of our family. It turns out that the old ones are the wisest!" said the mother flattering him.

Grandpa happily accepted the mother's flattery, but my father was worried, "Dad, the third child is only five years old, and Murakami Saburo is seven years old. What if..."

"There's no such thing as a surprise. All you do every day is practice martial arts or train soldiers, and you don't even know your son's level. Third brother, tell your father if he has confidence?" Grandpa said.

"Grandpa, there will be absolutely no problem if it's one-on-one." I promised.

My father reported my grandfather's decision to the king with deep doubts. The king had nothing else to do, so he directly let me and Saburo Murakami compete in the National Stadium.

On the day of the duel, Murakami Saburo and I stood on the arena. Murakami Saburo was wearing armor and holding a sharp sword, while I was simpler, wearing a primary magician's robe and holding a half-meter-long magic stick.

"What do you think? Sofia, do you want to bet on something?" Murakami Motoyasu said with a smile.

"Let's bet! You open the plate!" said the mother.

"How about this, my son wins at 1:1.5 and your son wins at 1:5?" Murakami Motoyasu said with a smile.

"I bet Murakami Saburo a hundred gold coins!" the king said first.

Upon hearing this, the mother angrily asked, "Your Majesty, are you so displeased with my third child?"

"Haha, just for fun! Don't take it seriously!" the king laughed.

Other ministers also placed bets on Murakami Saburo. Seeing this, his mother was furious and said to Murakami Motoyasu, "I'm betting my third son 1,000 gold coins. Do you dare to accept it?"

(Here we have to talk about the exchange rate on this continent. One gold coin is equivalent to one hundred yuan in China. As for why, I will tell you the reason. It is easier to calculate this way.)

"If you dare to play, I dare to take it!" Murakami Motoyasu said with a smile.

My mother heard me and shouted to me in the audience, "Third brother, I've bet a thousand gold coins on you. You can't lose. If you dare to lose, I'll take it from your lifetime pocket money!"

I was speechless. I called a timeout to the referee and ran to my mother and said, "Mom, since you have already placed a bet, can you put my New Year's money on it as well?"

"Well, I'm going to leave that for you to marry. Do you know how much it costs to marry a wife now?" the mother refused tactfully.

"Mother, please don't lie to me. Let me put it this way. I've calculated that from childhood to adulthood, I have received almost 500 gold coins as New Year's gifts. You bet on it for me. If I lose, you pay for me. If you win, you keep my New Year's gifts and I only take the winnings. How about that?" I said with a smile.

The mother thought that this method would not make her lose anything, so she smiled and said, "Deal! If you lose, you really won't have the money to marry a wife!"

After that, the mother said to Murakami Motoyasu, "Add another 500 to my third child!"

Murakami Motoyasu regretted his decision after hearing this. In fact, the relationship between the two families was pretty good. Otherwise, Archbishop Murakami would not have cast a spell for his mother when she gave birth to him, even though he had extorted his father's hard-earned money for five years. He didn't want to make the relationship between the two families too tense, but now it seemed that he was in a difficult situation.