Chapter 1212

Damir had bad luck written all over him? As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's attention snapped to him. Those nearby quickly stepped back as if avoiding a plague. Damir was seething with rage. His eyes widened, fists clenched, and the fury in his gaze seemed like it could scorch anyone who met it. "Don't talk nonsense! I've always won when stone betting with Lydia," he snapped. "If I've got bad luck, then what about her?" The crowd nodded and agreed with his point. Sebastian smiled faintly. "Bad luck doesn't just strike anyone. It shows up at the right moment. It wasn't until you ran into me that it latched onto you. "I happen to be skilled in divination, and I saw it. Bad luck all over you. That's why I dared to bet with you, even picking stones at random. Honestly, I could've closed my eyes and still won." Damir's fury only intensified. His fists cracked as he clenched them even tighter. His eyes were burning with such rage it seemed like they might explode. "Why are