Arne's words had been difficult to swallow, and they ignited everyone's anger. Everyone started to feel righteous indignation. After the person in front of Fane aired his grievance, his anger never left him as he looked at Arne with gritted teeth.
It was as if he wanted to see how the Deer Pavilion would try to talk their way out of it.
It would have been one thing if he had not pointed Fane out, but the moment Fane became part of the topic, Arne's anger boiled over.
Everything Fane was etched into Arne's mind vividly. He could not forget how Fane had looked at them in disdain, completely looking down on them.
Fane had even won the bet in the end, which caused Arne to hate Fane even more. Arne narrowed his eyes, turning to look at Fane. Anyone could see the venom in Arne's eyes.
He looked like a snake, ready to strike at any moment.
Arne snorted. "This guy was just pretending before this, I can't believe all of you couldn't tell. Even if he won, it's all because he got lucky. He just insisted on trying to go against the grain to make himself stand out.
"It's not convincing at all to use him as an example. His conflict with us before this was just to make
himself known. He's a mere wandering warrior, so how could he be able to tell who's stronger and who'd win?!"
Arne completely diminished Fane's victory and even added snide remarks. He felt like Fane had just been lucky, that he was just an insignificant guy who wanted to stand out. Arne looked visibly disgusted when he spoke, too.
It was as if Fane was just a piece of trash thrown to the roadside.
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