As wide as the bowl (2)
The golden ball rolls.
For some, it’s a moment’s thrill, and for others, it’s a ball that carries their entire life.
A ball rolling continuously over the black and red ledge was sparkling in the light from the chandelier.
[I should have come here a long time ago.]
However, regardless of the noisy surrounding atmosphere of the gambling hall, Vlad was only focused on the roulette wheel that was constantly spinning in front of him.
[There is no better place to train your visual acuity and agility.]
The voice was right.
Even now, the ball on the constantly rolling roulette was constantly moving and showing irregular movements.
“······I think red would be better.”
Thinking of the red-haired girl who would soon turn 18, Vlad placed a chip on the number 18.
A straight bet where all odds are placed on one number.
Although he didn’t know what he put there, Vlad followed where the lucky symbol pointed.
[It begins.]
At the sound of Vlad’s voice, Vlad quickly closed his left eye and began to summon an auror.
The rigid body technique learned from Ramund is a technique that strengthens the body.
The golden ball that was spinning vigorously on the roulette wheel was gradually slowing down in Vlad’s eyes.
“hmm.”
Vlad’s blue eyes begin to cut off fleeting moments that ordinary people cannot see.
Vlad’s eyebrows began to furrow as he looked at the golden ball, not knowing where it would bounce.
“······.”
There is nothing as shallow as faith.
Everyone here might have thought that roulette would be played by fair luck, but it didn’t seem that way at all to Vlad, who had his own world where he couldn’t be fooled.
“You cheaters.”
To win a duel, you must control the battlefield.
However, this place was being manipulated beyond control, so even the slightest effort would not work.
It’s a wrong world.
“Lord Vlad.”
Vlad, who was quietly contemplating the emotions boiling inside, heard someone calling in his ears.
“If you had told us in advance, we would have picked you up.”
A gentleman dressed in a neat suit that would not be out of place in a back alley.
Vlad couldn’t stop laughing as he listened to what the manager of the gambling house said.
When Vlad was an outcast in the back alleys, he used to yell at me not to come near him, but now he was bending down and saying he would serve me.
“Is the boss there now?”
“Dice is still waiting for Lord Vlad above.”
Dice from the gambling hall, one of the bosses of the back alley.
When he heard that he was waiting for him, Vlad became aware of his position once again.
The location and status have changed from before.
“Then why are you waiting for me?”
“yes?”
That’s why Vlad didn’t move from his seat.
This is the wrong place and Vlad was a proud man with a just cause and qualifications.
Therefore, the person who should come is not the knight of Shoara, but the owner of the gambling house.
“Tell the boss to come down here.”
The voice had spoken.
The overtaking of the initiative was spectacular.
Do it so strongly that no one can keep their mouths shut.
“Until then, gambling establishments will be closed.”
“······What is that?”
There was a knight who stood tall on the table containing the wrong world.
He was an impressive man with blond hair shining under a fancy chandelier.
“There’s a dealer. “Hands off.”
Vlad walks across the table with long strides, pointing at the blue-faced dealer with the tip of his sword.
Everyone’s attention began to focus on the sight of Vlad walking away, brushing away chips and glasses that caught on his feet.
“Vlad, Lord Vlad!”
The owner of the gambling house, who was informed that the situation had become more serious, hurriedly started coming down the stairs making a crashing sound, but he was late.
Because Vlad’s eyes were already looking at the dark truth hidden beneath the roulette.
“······It must have been fun so far, right?”
The boss of the back alley. Dice in a gambling hall.
He was overcome with a feeling of suffocation as he saw the man smiling viciously at him.
‘You got it wrong.’
The gamblers in the gambling hall were slowly approaching the smiling Vlad in confusion, but they soon had no choice but to retreat.
“Don’t come. “The driver is currently carrying out official duties.”
“hmm.”
“Can I kill these guys? “Do you think that will work?”
Before I knew it, the three men standing behind Vlad were pushing them away with their weapons drawn and fierce force.
“this······.”
It was only then that Dice realized that the new mayor of Shoara had unleashed a vicious dog on him.
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And that dog was a dog that could wander through the back alleys just by smelling it.
Because he was born and raised here.
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The day we broke down Haven’s room and took him out. Vlad was walking down the street, frowning, holding the bottle in his hand.
“Isn’t this what it is?”
“That’s right.”
Haven was following Vlad, holding a small bundle.
The bundle contained everything that Haven had collected throughout her life, but it was also a small baggage that could be carried with one hand even with a cane.
“It’s good to have a good article. Even though they destroyed the room and took out one of the gang members, they actually gave him a gift.”
“······This is not a gift.”
Vlad looked at the strangely sticky and sloshing liquor inside the bottle and savored it as if he was troubled.
“It’s Captain Q. this.”
“Captain Q3 to be exact. “It’s an improved version made by the boss.”
Captain Hoover, one of the back alley bosses.
In the past, he was a famous sea captain, but now he is old and fallen, hiding in the darkness of Shoara.
However, even after his downfall, there was one passion that still remained in him, and that was to recreate the mermaid’s drink he had tasted in his youth.
“I guess mermaids don’t have tongues.”
“Because they live in the sea, their body structure may be a little different from ours.”
Haben said Hoover was a poor winemaker, but he wasn’t a bad person.
Even when Jorge was there, he wasn’t a boss with a bad reputation, and although he treated him harshly, he was also someone who helped him with his disability.
“Even the new mayor of Shoara won’t touch the captain. “He is a person who is creating his own value for the city.”
“okay?”
“No matter how many bugs there are, there are beneficial bugs and pests.”
Although Haven has not been able to see and experience it with his own eyes, he has seen a variety of worlds indirectly through documents and tasks given to him.
The nature of smuggling organizations that travel to distant places via rivers greatly helped Haben develop his insight.
“Putting you, who has no experience, in a back alley, an area that is most difficult to control, may actually have the meaning of a test. “This is both an opportunity and a crisis.”
“hmm.”
Vlad naturally began to walk slowly, matching Haven’s stride.
There was an aspect of being considerate of him because he had a disability, but it was also because the story coming from Haven’s mouth naturally caught up with Vlad’s steps.
“Then what should we do next?”
Josef did not give detailed instructions to the inexperienced Vlad.
Because I thought that even the experience of asking for advice would be helpful to the young knight.
“I have to let the bosses know like I did today.”
Haven smiled as he looked at the smile of a rose seen far away in the night sky.
“That you came.”
New market, new article.
And a new order.
Haven knew exactly what Josef wanted from Vlad.
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Marcella said she was giving half of the 4th floor to Vlad, and those words were not empty words.
“thanks.”
“······I know this guy too.”
Otar, now a knight’s servant, was thanking Vlad for giving him a room and a job.
“If I keep pickpocketing, I’m sure I’ll die soon, so what can I do?”
“······.”
Vlad rested his chin on the railing on the fourth floor and looked at the boy who was hard at work pushing a stick on the first floor.
A black boy who took over the work he once did when he was a junior.
Vlad prepared a place at Rose’s Smile for Ned, who was Otar’s younger brother and who was also related to him, and Ned was currently living on the fourth floor with Otar.
“Madame is happy. “I got rid of all the people who were causing trouble.”
Gemina approached Vlad pretending to clean and quietly whispered to him, pointing to where Haven was.
“······I didn’t know that Marcella hated it so much.”
At the place that Gemini pointed to, there was a haven with a table where people who came to see Vlad were treated.
“It looks different. “I didn’t know Haven had this side.”
Vlad did not respond aloud to Zemina’s words.
I just nodded and expressed my agreement.
People can only prove themselves if they have a place to demonstrate their abilities.
And now, Haven was not in a dark, fishy room, but was weeding out the idiots in the capacity of the knight’s agent.
After today’s interview, which was probably as long as it had been, he would come to Vlad with a list of people who could be of help.
‘It’s time to come.’
Vlad was chewing the sandwich Marcella made and waiting for someone to come visit him.
Josef said he would support the salaries of a total of four people, and Vlad also knew well that Haven and Otar alone were not enough to carry out the security work in the back alleys.
However, since there have been people who have continuously made their presence known, it will be possible to easily fill up to three people.
“Vlad! “Vlad!”
“what.”
Ned, who had been mopping the floor for a while, hurriedly ran up the stairs and started looking for Vlad.
“Vlad!”
“It’s here.”
Vlad frowned as he looked at Ned, who was so different from his quiet older brother.
“There’s a guest visiting Vlad at City Hall. “One of them has a long chin…”
“Come up, yes.”
Vlad thought there was no way Goth would miss this opportunity.
Even though Bayezid’s stable keeper was a stable job, he knew that Goth was not a person who would be satisfied with just being a servant.
“But there are two.” “Hmm?”
However, Goat came here not alone, but with one more person attached to him.
“who?”
In response to Vlad’s question, Ned quickly moistened his lips with his tongue and began to question himself.
“I have a lot of tattoos and braided hair…”
The position of black people in the North was low and very poor.
However, there was one being that even black people, who were discriminated against because of their skin, did not want to get close to.
“Perhaps not. “Vlad?”
There were two people entering with rose-like smiles along with Ned’s concerns.
A man with a strong impression standing behind a goth who looks somewhat downcast.
He was a man whose presence was so strong that even the employees and Marcella who were preparing for business turned their heads for a moment.
“I like it because it’s a little bigger here.”
A barbarian man who followed Noir, who inherited the blood of a spiritual spirit, down to Shoara.
“The mayor said there would be jobs if you came here?”
Age of the Budaat tribe was grinning as he looked at Vlad, who was looking at him from the fourth floor.
