Chapter 743: Racing Match

When Levin heard this, he immediately pushed Jeb in front of him.

When Jeb really walked in front of Gilbert, he immediately felt the aura of this child in his eyes.

His movements unconsciously became timid. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't squeeze out a word.

It wasn't until Levin pinched his lower back that he asked in a panic, "I see that you run quite fast, and I can run quite well too. Do you want to compete with me?"

After saying his request, he added urgently, "I'm just asking. I'm not forcing you or something."

"Okay." Gilbert nodded and agreed.

"Really?" Jeb widened his eyes and said happily, "Thank you."

After listening to his thanks, Gilbert shook his head and said, "But if you lose, you have to give me your dinner."

He had long been unwilling to share a meal with Austin.

"Ah?" Jeb was slightly surprised. "Tonight's dinner, or every day?"

"Every day." Gilbert said simply.

"Gilbert." Austin stopped him. Did this kid really want to steal someone else's dinner?

"Forget it if you don't agree." Gilbert said as he looked away.

Abel was already gathering a team and ordering everyone to prepare to set off. Gilbert had to return to his original position.

"Alright, I promise you." Jeb shook his head at Austin and replied.

"Alright. Let's compete before the meal." Gilbert didn't wait for a reply before he turned around and walked forward.

"He's not very sensible yet..." Austin hurriedly explained, but Jeb interrupted him halfway. "Since we made a promise, we have to be able to afford to lose. Moreover, I might not necessarily lose." Jeb said with a smile. After saying this, he followed Levin back to the back row of the team.

Austin stayed in place alone. He was stunned for a long time. Finally, he held his forehead and sighed.

The news of the match between Gilbert and Jeb quickly spread among the marching troops.

Even Devitt and Claremont, who were holding the line, heard the news from the soldiers' small talk.

"I didn't expect Gilbert to agree to such a request." Devitt said.

"It's good to have such activities from time to time, to liven up the atmosphere in the army. I think it will be quite interesting." Claremont said with a smile.

"You just want to watch the show." Devitt said with a smile.

"I still have a serious purpose. I want to see how strong this gnome is." Claremont added.

"How can we tell who is stronger through this match. Whoever faster will win." Devitt shook his head and said.

"Not necessarily. Although the goblins are naturally faster than humans. But we are soldiers who have joined the army for a year, so our strength is much higher than ordinary people. If the gnome can barely win, then I will accept it. With his tiny body, if he can outpace his opponent by a long distance, then I don't think an ordinary gnome will have such ability." Claremont analyzed in detail.

"Mm, what you said does make sense." Devitt nodded and said, "So far, other than being able to observe the terrain, Gilbert doesn't seem to have shown anything in front of us."

"Do you think this match is interesting now?" Claymore smiled at Devitt.

"Yes, we should go and take a look." Devitt said.

Under everyone's expectations, the marching schedule finally came to an end. Except for the people who were arranged to set up tents, all the other soldiers gathered near the venue that Gilbert and Jeb had chosen for the match.

They were prepared to watch the match.

The venue was a flat piece of yellow soil. Jeb and Gilbert were about 500 meters away from the finish line at the jungle.

"Let's not talk too much. So many people have come to watch our match. Let's not waste any more time." Jeb said as he stood on his own track.

Levin stood in the middle of the two.

"After I count down to one, the match start." Levin said as he raised the flag.

Jeb and Gilbert turned to him and nodded. Before Jeb made his preparations, he glanced at Gilbert on his right and found that his expression was calmer than usual.

"I can't let you underestimate me." Jeb thought to himself.

"Three!" Levin waved the flag in the air.

"Two!"

"One!"

When Jeb and Gilbert rushed out, the distance between their shoulders was only a few millimeters apart.

However, in the blink of an eye, Gilbert had shaken off Jeb by a large margin.

Even though Jeb was desperately chasing after him, he still did not shrink back in the slightest.

In the end, this match ended with a crushing victory for Gilbert. When he crossed the finish line, Gilbert directly pounced on Austin, who was waiting for him.

"Ouch." Austin called out.

"I won." Gilbert's face was still red. After all, this was a high plateau, and he couldn't catch his breath while running.

"Congratulations." Austin said with a smile.

"You can eat more tonight." Gilbert said to Austin proudly, still hiding a part of his childish nature.

"So that's why you're doing this." Austin suddenly realized.

After Jeb crossed the finish line, he silently walked to Gilbert's side and sighed. "I'll give you all my dinner from now on."

"Forget it. Our army isn't so poor that we can't even afford a dinner for one more person." a sentence came from afar. Jeb raised his head in fear and saw Devitt and the others walking over with a smile on their faces.

"I'm sorry, Gilbert. I forgot to arrange it for you over the past few days," Claremont said. "Let's choose a smaller bet in the future. If he doesn't say anything and starves to death like this, our losses will be huge."

Gilbert glanced at the three of them and nodded.

"Disperse, disperse. Hurry up and help. Do you still want to eat early?" Abel said to the surrounding soldiers.

The soldiers who wanted to come over hurriedly left. Levin also hurriedly came over and pulled the exhausted Jeb away.

"I didn't expect you to actually win against Jeb. He can be considered to have quite a strong footwork in our army." Devitt praised.

"It's nothing. There are many of my people who are faster than me." Gilbert said with a calm expression.

"It seems that our understanding of the gnome race is still too little. The advantage of race is indeed not to be underestimated." Abel sighed.

"If you want to understand the gnome race, you just need to understand me." Gilbert said with a cold smile.

Devitt looked at him.