Chapter 10 (1/2)

Chapter 10

I walked in right away.

The destination was where Baldwin spent all his fortune. There was a man there who was still gambling.

There were also Knights who carried the name of Lutens around him.

Perhaps Baldwin had even put his own Knights as the stake.

I shook my head and sat down with a plop.

I sat down by the table where the man was sitting, and threw down the chips I had exchanged. All the gold coins in my hand had already been exchanged with chips.

To relieve Baldwin’s grudge, I had to gamble and get the money back.

Of course, from the same guy who’d drained his money in the first place.

“What, a Pilgrim? Priests are now even allowed to gamble, hahaha!”

I didn’t know the guy’s name.

However, seeing how he had exhausted all of Baldwin’s fortune, he must’ve had a knack for gambling.

“Lord Valtherus cares only for swords. Gambling is not prohibited.”

The man’s eyes changed.

He seemed to have realized that I didn’t have good intentions.

“I know what you’re thinking, but you’d better go home. I’m stronger than I look. I’ve had a knack for gambling since I was a kid, so I’ve never lost money. I don’t want to steal money from a Pilgrim.”

“There are many things in the world that you can only know once you experience them. Whether it’s gambling –”

Or something else.

When I didn’t back down, he looked at me like he was having fun and fiddled with the dice.

“Pilgrim, Pilgrim. I don’t know if you know, but the eldest son of a noble family who was gambling with me just an hour ago died after squandering his fortune. So I don’t want to keep going and take even a Pilgrim’s money right now.”

“Is that so.”

“He said he came here to earn money for his family that was in the middle of a war. I stole that kid’s money, and his life too, so…. I don’t want to do this again.”

War can be a great source of money. But it also costs a lot of money.

“He had no talent with swords, and no charisma to command an army. The only thing he had was a talent for gambling, and the only thing he wanted was to help the family by winning a lot of money.”

So go back, I heard his voice like this.

“So, don’t try anything wrong, and go back. I don’t want to rob money away from a Son of God.”

This kind of a situation was beyond my knowledge.

All I wanted was the stacks of chips around me.

Dozens of those stacks of chips.

That’s what the Corpse Grace desired.

“Let’s see your skill.”

“If you say it like that… let’s, see what a priest’s gambling skill can be like.”

He shoved a chip with a sullen face as if he had drunk too much.

“Master, he’s called Ged. He’s a gambler nobody in Tristar can beat!”

Ignoring the noisy Bruns –

I threw the dice.

“Roll.”

“Yes.”

The dealer placed two dice in a wooden cup and shook them.

Dakak, dakak.

Soon, the cup landed on the table, and a number was spat out of Ged’s mouth.

“Six.”

Two dice in total.

So you just need to spit out a number up to twelve.

If you get close to the correct answer, you win money, otherwise you lose money. If both participants are not close, the dealer gets the money.

It’s a simple game.

“Nine.”

The same chip was placed and the number was said, and the cup in the dealer’s hand was lifted.

Ged looked at the dealer once.

The dealer knocked on the cup and opened it.

Two dice appeared soon.

Three and three.

The total was six.

“Oh, I was lucky.”

It was the guy’s victory.

It was a simple and clear game.

It was a method that had to be based purely on luck, so it was simple, but it was fun.

I lost half of my money in one match, but I smiled.

“It seems that the Pilgrims have no talent in gambling because they’re always busy with searching for swords and practice.”

Instead of answering, I placed all my chips and Arsando hanging from my waist on the table.

“What are you doing?”

“Just this much isn’t enough if you’re a man.”

“… A good sword.”

Arsando’s blue edge flashed sharply.

“It’s a Life Sword. A rare one. One of these swords can buy you a house.”

Life Swords are not common.

This might be enough of a stake.

However, the man made a gesture as if this wasn’t enough.

“More than swords, I want miracles performed by Pilgrims…”

The Knights of Lutens that I met recently said the same thing.

The territorial battles still hadn’t seen an end. Although there were sufficient munitions and they were progressing towards victory, but the long war was ruining the territory.

It seemed that Callius wasn’t the only one who wanted to raise the stakes.

“I see. But do you have enough wealth to afford that?”

Ged’s eyes fluttered slightly.

“I’m serious.”

As the stakes increased at once, spectators gathered one by one.

He glanced at the onlookers and then rested his back to the chair.

“Of course.”

Dozens of bundles were placed on the table as if waiting for this moment.

Thump, thump!

All the chips he had picked up today.

“I have some talent, so if I change all of these, it should be more than enough for your ransom. It’ll be about a thousand gold coins. Plus.”

Tuk. He pulled out a couple of blank cheques.

The two cheques, each signed by him, were valued the equivalent of a thousand gold coins each.

Three thousand gold coins in total.

It was the sum total of his property.

“As expected of the city of nightlife. I was bored because I thought there were no outstanding men in Tristar, but this turned out to be a lot of fun.”

At this point, I was curious about the identity of the guy.

I thought he was just a gambler, but that wasn’t quite right.

“Bruns.”

“Yes?”

“You shake it.”

“I, what do you mean?”

Ged’s eyes changed.

“It’s just putting dice in a cup and shaking it, anyway. It doesn’t matter who does it.”

When I asked if it weren’t so, Ged’s mouth twitched.

“Or do you think I’m going to cheat? I swear on my sword and my God. Unlike others, I won’t play any tricks.”

“… Good.”

Dakak. The dice were thrown into the cup.

Dakak, dakak, dakak.

Only the sound of the dice shaking inside the cup broke the silence.

Thud.

The dice cup went down.

A beat passed in silence.

Three dice.

The numbers were from 1 to 18.

Callius’ gray eyes, which had been closed all this time, gleamed.

“Two.”

“Two? Hahaha, hey, Pilgrim. Were you just looking for a place to stay?”

Number, two.

There were three dice, but calling the number 2 was such an absurd thing that it seemed like you didn’t even know the rules of the game.

Ged laughed and shouted his choice.

“I’ll say three!”

Number, three.

Soon the dealer’s hand moved.

The cup was lifted. The spectators murmured that it was absurd.

They thought that the Pilgrim who didn’t even know the rules would have the same fate as that person from the Lutens family.

But the moment the cup was lifted –

All the onlookers were flabbergasted.

“Ugh!”

One of the three dice in the cup had landed on top of another.

The dice stacked in a layer of two showed one, and the third dice also indicated the number one.

“Lord, the dice say two! It’s the Pilgrim’s victory.”

Wow!!

Cheers rang out.

In a single game, Callius had earned more than three thousand gold coins.

‘Phew.’

There was something I could put my trust in.

It was possible because it was a dice game.

I’d concentrated my divine power in my ears and raised my auditory acuity by several times. The sound of dice hitting, the angle of the cup the dealer shook – everything was in my range.

It was an answer I’d come up with after calculating everything.

Because this dice up itself had been tampered with from the beginning.

Of course, it wasn’t just because I’d concentrated my divine power on my ears.

[Bard’s Blessing]

Grade – Epic.

Best musical talent.

Callius’ one and only talent.

It was because of Bard’s Blessing.