“What, what is that? That’s a royal straight flush.”
“Ha, not only is there a stipple, but there’s also a rotiple? What kind of situation is this?”
“I thought Max was definitely going to win this time. That guy has no luck at all.”
The onlookers were speechless at the high paddle that rarely appeared.
Even in that noisy atmosphere, Max just stared blankly at the man's pack.
‘That’s ridiculous, how could someone like that...’
It had been almost three years since he had been visiting a casino, but he had rarely seen such a pattern. Naturally, he had never caught it.
“But how...”
Max was just muttering in a daze, unable to believe that such a thing would come out at this particular time.
'...Are you laughing?'
The man's lips, briefly visible under his deeply pulled-down hood, were elongated.
Judging by the way one corner of his mouth was unusually raised, it wasn't a smile simply born of joy at having earned a large sum of money.
It was a mocking smile. A smile that mocked him, saying, 'How does it feel to lose this time, when you were so confident?'
A spark flew into Max's eyes, which had been unfocused.
“Hey, let’s play another round!”
It wasn't a question of money anymore. It was a question of pride. If he were to accept such an insult and then back off without taking any revenge, how could he call himself a man?
But the man just collected the money indifferently as if he didn't care.
“Didn’t you go all-in on this round? I thought you had no more money to bet.”
“Since the stakes are already high, let’s play one more round!”
Max, who was glaring at the man with a red face, gestured to the casino owner.
“Hey, boss! Here, let me borrow some money. Just bring me thirty gold coins.”
The money lent out at the casino, also known as the "gemblers," was a notorious loan with an interest rate of up to 10% per day, but at the time, there was no other way.
“What, thirty gold coins? Even if it’s just a small sum, that’s a bit much. Maybe if you put up some kind of collateral.”
“Damn it, you’re talking like collateral! Don’t you know who I am? Paying back a small amount of money like this isn’t even a job!”
“Even so, thirty gold coins...”
The owner, who had been expressing his discomfort for a moment, soon nodded his head and said, “Wow.”
Thirty gold coins was a large sum of money that could easily feed a commoner for seven years, but Max was the owner of the famous Spence workshop in the area.
As long as he has a son who is famous as a genius potter, his money will never run dry, so he will not have to worry about being robbed of his money.
“Yes, I’ll lend it to you. But I’ll raise the interest rate to 15%. If I’m lending you this much money, I should also get that much risk pay.”
“Hey, you sly bastard. Yes, so hurry up and bring me the money!”
Max accepted the conditions without complaint, even though he was gritting his teeth at the owner's behavior.
“Yes, here. This time, let’s win big.”
The owner smiled and handed Max a bag of gold coins. Max unwrapped them and roughly counted the number, then got straight into the game.
'You annoying kid! Just wait and see. I'm going to win this game and see you crying!'
Max clenched his fists as he watched the man leisurely accept the card.
But...
“Oh, it’s Full House? That guy Max, he’s suddenly getting good at cards.”
“Oh, that guy is a poker player. He lost again.”
Pando, who had resolutely vowed revenge.
“Oh, Steeple? Are you really going to win this time?”
“Oh, you were wrong. That guy is Backstiff.”
Next step.
“Well, this time it’s one pair.”
“Oh my, that guy is two pairs.”
Then the next board.
“Oh, it’s straight.”
“Yeah. That guy is back straight.”
In the next round, the next round, Max couldn't seem to find the winning opportunity.
Whether he had a high or low hand, he would always play a hand that was one level higher to sweep up the pot, so it was really crazy and Max was going crazy.
“Ahhhh! What the hell!”
Max, unable to control his anger, slammed the table, turned around to look at the owner, and shouted.
“Hey, boss. Bring me thirty more gold coins! This time, I will win no matter what!”
“Thirty more? That won’t do. Even for you, sixty gold coins is difficult.”
“Oh, who stole it? I said I’ll pay you back soon! I’m the owner of Spence’s Workshop, owner!”
Max pounded his chest and tried to explain who he was, but the owner just shook his head firmly.
“Well, I told you not to. I lent you the thirty gold coins I gave you earlier because of your son. No matter how small the debt, what kind of business would lend you that much money? This time, it absolutely won’t work.”
“Is this really the case? How much money have I contributed to this business so far! Are you treating me like this?”
“You know everything about this place, so why are you acting like this? Why don’t you just go to the store? You can just get some advance payment from the customers lining up to buy pottery.”
“Hey, sir!”
Max, who had failed to convince the owner, sat up, swearing harshly.
“Hey, you’re not thinking of giving up on me just because I got some of that, are you? Don’t go anywhere and wait. I’ll bring the money right away. Let’s have a big fight.”
“Oh, you’re such a proud person. Well, let’s do that. Let’s just have fun here for a few days. I asked for such a big fool, so I feel bad about leaving so quickly.”
“What? A fool? This kid, for real!”
Max lost his temper and attacked the man who not only took all his money today but also sneered at him, calling him a sucker.
The owner, who saw him, hurriedly stopped Max.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Don’t you know that fighting is prohibited in our workplace? If you swing that fist, you’ll never be able to set foot in our workplace again. Is that okay with you?”
There's no way it'll be okay.
This casino was Max's only pleasure and playground.
The only one in the Spence family who has no talent for pottery and cannot make pottery himself, hiding behind his young son and living a life of luxury, can enjoy the only place where he can do so.
Mac couldn't lose a place like that.
Eventually, Max had no choice but to put down his raised fist.
“Oh, shit!”
He vented his anger by timidly kicking the chair and then shouting at the man.
“Anyway, just stay here and wait! I’ll chase you to the ends of hell, so don’t even think about running away!”
Max, who was leaving the casino in such a huff, furrowed his brows at the unexpected sunlight pouring down.
“What the heck, it’s morning already?”
Normally, he would finish up the game and go home around dawn, but today, he was a little late because he was feeling a little competitive.
Max, who was unable to leave the casino due to the unfamiliar light, finally took a step forward after a long time.
As he was walking briskly down the alley, a few people who recognized him whispered.
“What, isn’t that Max?”
“I guess he was at the casino until morning today.”
“Oh my, that poor thing. The young son works late into the night at the workshop to feed his family, but instead of helping, the father spends all day going to the gambling house and blowing money.”
“It’s just pitiful, just pitiful.”
They were all meant to criticize him, but he simply spat and ignored them.
'My son earned money, so what's the problem if I want to spend some of it?'
And the money Reese earned was practically his own. How could he have had such talent if he had not been his son in the first place?
It was because he was of his blood that he was able to inherit the Spence family's talent.
'Without even knowing anything.'
So he quickened his pace without feeling even a hint of shame.
Max had to hurry up and go to the store, take the reservation order, collect the deposit, and then go back to the casino.
Before that cocky bastard who raked my money in runs away.
However...
'What are those?'
Max, who finally arrived at the shop attached to the workshop, couldn't help but have a puzzled expression.
There was a line of knights standing in front of the store.
'There's no way the knights would have come to buy things like porcelain...'
It didn't even seem like local knights.
Max, who had been tilting his head repeatedly, approached the one who seemed to be their leader and asked cautiously.
“Excuse me, but I wonder why you came to our store...”
“Oh, are you the owner of Spence’s workshop?”
“Yes, that’s right, but...”
When he nodded hesitantly, the leader bowed politely.
“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time since you left, but I finally get to see you. My name is Arthur Jaden. I came on the orders of His Highness the Crown Prince.”
“Yes? His Highness the Crown Prince?”
Max's eyes widened.
“Ha, not only is there a stipple, but there’s also a rotiple? What kind of situation is this?”
“I thought Max was definitely going to win this time. That guy has no luck at all.”
The onlookers were speechless at the high paddle that rarely appeared.
Even in that noisy atmosphere, Max just stared blankly at the man's pack.
‘That’s ridiculous, how could someone like that...’
It had been almost three years since he had been visiting a casino, but he had rarely seen such a pattern. Naturally, he had never caught it.
“But how...”
Max was just muttering in a daze, unable to believe that such a thing would come out at this particular time.
'...Are you laughing?'
The man's lips, briefly visible under his deeply pulled-down hood, were elongated.
Judging by the way one corner of his mouth was unusually raised, it wasn't a smile simply born of joy at having earned a large sum of money.
It was a mocking smile. A smile that mocked him, saying, 'How does it feel to lose this time, when you were so confident?'
A spark flew into Max's eyes, which had been unfocused.
“Hey, let’s play another round!”
It wasn't a question of money anymore. It was a question of pride. If he were to accept such an insult and then back off without taking any revenge, how could he call himself a man?
But the man just collected the money indifferently as if he didn't care.
“Didn’t you go all-in on this round? I thought you had no more money to bet.”
“Since the stakes are already high, let’s play one more round!”
Max, who was glaring at the man with a red face, gestured to the casino owner.
“Hey, boss! Here, let me borrow some money. Just bring me thirty gold coins.”
The money lent out at the casino, also known as the "gemblers," was a notorious loan with an interest rate of up to 10% per day, but at the time, there was no other way.
“What, thirty gold coins? Even if it’s just a small sum, that’s a bit much. Maybe if you put up some kind of collateral.”
“Damn it, you’re talking like collateral! Don’t you know who I am? Paying back a small amount of money like this isn’t even a job!”
“Even so, thirty gold coins...”
The owner, who had been expressing his discomfort for a moment, soon nodded his head and said, “Wow.”
Thirty gold coins was a large sum of money that could easily feed a commoner for seven years, but Max was the owner of the famous Spence workshop in the area.
As long as he has a son who is famous as a genius potter, his money will never run dry, so he will not have to worry about being robbed of his money.
“Yes, I’ll lend it to you. But I’ll raise the interest rate to 15%. If I’m lending you this much money, I should also get that much risk pay.”
“Hey, you sly bastard. Yes, so hurry up and bring me the money!”
Max accepted the conditions without complaint, even though he was gritting his teeth at the owner's behavior.
“Yes, here. This time, let’s win big.”
The owner smiled and handed Max a bag of gold coins. Max unwrapped them and roughly counted the number, then got straight into the game.
'You annoying kid! Just wait and see. I'm going to win this game and see you crying!'
Max clenched his fists as he watched the man leisurely accept the card.
But...
“Oh, it’s Full House? That guy Max, he’s suddenly getting good at cards.”
“Oh, that guy is a poker player. He lost again.”
Pando, who had resolutely vowed revenge.
“Oh, Steeple? Are you really going to win this time?”
“Oh, you were wrong. That guy is Backstiff.”
Next step.
“Well, this time it’s one pair.”
“Oh my, that guy is two pairs.”
Then the next board.
“Oh, it’s straight.”
“Yeah. That guy is back straight.”
In the next round, the next round, Max couldn't seem to find the winning opportunity.
Whether he had a high or low hand, he would always play a hand that was one level higher to sweep up the pot, so it was really crazy and Max was going crazy.
“Ahhhh! What the hell!”
Max, unable to control his anger, slammed the table, turned around to look at the owner, and shouted.
“Hey, boss. Bring me thirty more gold coins! This time, I will win no matter what!”
“Thirty more? That won’t do. Even for you, sixty gold coins is difficult.”
“Oh, who stole it? I said I’ll pay you back soon! I’m the owner of Spence’s Workshop, owner!”
Max pounded his chest and tried to explain who he was, but the owner just shook his head firmly.
“Well, I told you not to. I lent you the thirty gold coins I gave you earlier because of your son. No matter how small the debt, what kind of business would lend you that much money? This time, it absolutely won’t work.”
“Is this really the case? How much money have I contributed to this business so far! Are you treating me like this?”
“You know everything about this place, so why are you acting like this? Why don’t you just go to the store? You can just get some advance payment from the customers lining up to buy pottery.”
“Hey, sir!”
Max, who had failed to convince the owner, sat up, swearing harshly.
“Hey, you’re not thinking of giving up on me just because I got some of that, are you? Don’t go anywhere and wait. I’ll bring the money right away. Let’s have a big fight.”
“Oh, you’re such a proud person. Well, let’s do that. Let’s just have fun here for a few days. I asked for such a big fool, so I feel bad about leaving so quickly.”
“What? A fool? This kid, for real!”
Max lost his temper and attacked the man who not only took all his money today but also sneered at him, calling him a sucker.
The owner, who saw him, hurriedly stopped Max.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Don’t you know that fighting is prohibited in our workplace? If you swing that fist, you’ll never be able to set foot in our workplace again. Is that okay with you?”
There's no way it'll be okay.
This casino was Max's only pleasure and playground.
The only one in the Spence family who has no talent for pottery and cannot make pottery himself, hiding behind his young son and living a life of luxury, can enjoy the only place where he can do so.
Mac couldn't lose a place like that.
Eventually, Max had no choice but to put down his raised fist.
“Oh, shit!”
He vented his anger by timidly kicking the chair and then shouting at the man.
“Anyway, just stay here and wait! I’ll chase you to the ends of hell, so don’t even think about running away!”
Max, who was leaving the casino in such a huff, furrowed his brows at the unexpected sunlight pouring down.
“What the heck, it’s morning already?”
Normally, he would finish up the game and go home around dawn, but today, he was a little late because he was feeling a little competitive.
Max, who was unable to leave the casino due to the unfamiliar light, finally took a step forward after a long time.
As he was walking briskly down the alley, a few people who recognized him whispered.
“What, isn’t that Max?”
“I guess he was at the casino until morning today.”
“Oh my, that poor thing. The young son works late into the night at the workshop to feed his family, but instead of helping, the father spends all day going to the gambling house and blowing money.”
“It’s just pitiful, just pitiful.”
They were all meant to criticize him, but he simply spat and ignored them.
'My son earned money, so what's the problem if I want to spend some of it?'
And the money Reese earned was practically his own. How could he have had such talent if he had not been his son in the first place?
It was because he was of his blood that he was able to inherit the Spence family's talent.
'Without even knowing anything.'
So he quickened his pace without feeling even a hint of shame.
Max had to hurry up and go to the store, take the reservation order, collect the deposit, and then go back to the casino.
Before that cocky bastard who raked my money in runs away.
However...
'What are those?'
Max, who finally arrived at the shop attached to the workshop, couldn't help but have a puzzled expression.
There was a line of knights standing in front of the store.
'There's no way the knights would have come to buy things like porcelain...'
It didn't even seem like local knights.
Max, who had been tilting his head repeatedly, approached the one who seemed to be their leader and asked cautiously.
“Excuse me, but I wonder why you came to our store...”
“Oh, are you the owner of Spence’s workshop?”
“Yes, that’s right, but...”
When he nodded hesitantly, the leader bowed politely.
“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time since you left, but I finally get to see you. My name is Arthur Jaden. I came on the orders of His Highness the Crown Prince.”
“Yes? His Highness the Crown Prince?”
Max's eyes widened.
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