Chapter 93 - As wide as the world (2)

The golden ball rolls.

For some, it's a moment of excitement, and for others, it's a ball carrying their whole life.

A ball that continuously rolled on the black and red edge shone in the light of the chandelier.

[I should have come here a long time ago.]

However, despite the noisy atmosphere surrounding the gaming hall, Vlad only focused on the roulette wheel spinning constantly in front of him.

[There's no better place to train your visual acuity and agility.]

The voice was right.

Even now, the roulette ball, which continuously spun, moved constantly, showing irregular movements.

"...I think red would be good."

Vlad placed a chip on number 18 while thinking about the red-haired girl who would soon turn 18.

A straight bet where all the odds are placed on a single number.

Although he didn't know what he had placed there, Vlad followed where the symbol of luck pointed.

[Begin.]

At the sound of Vlad's voice, Vlad quickly closed his left eye and began to summon his Aura.

The stiff body technique learned from Ramund is a technique that strengthens the body.

The golden ball vigorously spinning on the roulette wheel gradually slowed down before Vlad's eyes.

"Hmm."

Vlad's blue eyes began to interrupt fleeting moments that ordinary people couldn't see.

Vlad's eyebrows began to furrow as he watched the golden ball, unsure where it would bounce.

"…"

There's nothing as superficial as faith.

Everyone here might have thought that roulette would be played thanks to good luck, but Vlad didn't think so at all, as he had his own world where he couldn't be fooled.

"You cheats."

To win a duel, you must control the battlefield.

However, this place was being manipulated out of control, so even the slightest effort wouldn't work.

It's the wrong world.

"Mr. Vlad."

Vlad, silently contemplating the emotions boiling within him, heard someone calling him in his ear.

"If you had informed us in advance, we would have picked you up."

A knight dressed in a stylish suit that wouldn't look out of place in an alley.

Vlad couldn't help but laugh as he heard what the gaming house manager said.

When Vlad was a beggar in the alley, he used to shout at me not to come near him, but now he bowed and said he would serve me.

"Is the boss there now?"

"He says he's still waiting for Mr. Vlad upstairs."

Dice from the gaming hall, one of the alley bosses.

Upon hearing that he was waiting for him, Vlad became aware of his position once again.

The location and status have changed since before.

"So 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 Soara, but the owner of the gaming house.

"Tell the boss to come here."

The voice had spoken.

The suppression of the urge was spectacular.

Do it with such force that no one can keep their mouth shut.

"Until then, gaming establishments will remain closed."

"...What's this?"

There was a knight standing over the table containing the wrong world.

He was an impressive man with shining blond hair under an elegant chandelier.

"Dealer, remove your hands from there."

Vlad strode across the table, pointing his sword at the dealer.

All eyes in the place began to focus on the image of Vlad, who walked without hesitation, removing chips and glasses that were in his way.

"Vlad, Mr. Vlad!"

The gaming house owner, who was informed that the situation had become more serious, began to hurry down the stairs making a loud noise, but he was too late.

Because Vlad's eyes were already looking at the dark truth hidden under the roulette wheel.

"...It must have been fun until now, right?"

The alley boss. Dice in a gaming hall.

He was overcome with a choking sensation as he saw the man grinning brutally at him.

'You got it wrong.'

Players in the gaming hall approached slowly and confused to the smiling Vlad, but soon they had no choice but to retreat.

"Stop. The knight is busy with his official duties at the moment."

"Hmm."

"Can I kill these guys? Do you think that'll work?"

Three men stood behind Vlad, drawing their weapons and pushing fiercely to move them aside.

"This is..."

Only then did Dice realize that the new mayor of Soara had unleashed a fierce dog.

And that dog was a dog that could roam the alleys with just a sniff.

Because he was born and raised here.

***

On the day I wrecked Harven's room and took him out, Vlad walked down the street, frowning, with the bottle in hand.

"Isn't this what it is?"

"That's right."

Harven was following Vlad, holding a small bundle.

The bundle contained everything Harven had collected throughout his life, but it was also a small piece of luggage that he could carry with one hand even with a cane.

"Knights are useful. Even when they wreck a room and take one of our members out, they give us a gift."

"...This isn't a gift."

Vlad looked at the strangely sticky and sloshing liquor inside the bottle and tasted it as if he were concerned.

"It's Captain Q. Right."

"Captain Q3 to be exact. It's an upgraded version made by the boss."

Captain Hoover, one of the alley bosses.

In the past, he was a famous ship captain, but now he is old and fallen, hidden in the darkness of Soara.

However, even after his fall, there was a passion that still remained in him, and it was to recreate the mermaid 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 bit different from ours."

Harven said that Hoover was a poor winemaker, but not 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.

"Not even the new mayor of Soara will touch the captain. He's someone who is creating his own value for the city."

"Is that so?"

"No matter how many bugs there are, there are beneficial insects and pests."

Although Harven has not been able to see or experience it with his own eyes, he has seen a variety of worlds indirectly through documents and tasks assigned to him.

The nature of smuggling organizations traveling to remote places via rivers greatly helped Harven develop his vision.

"Putting you, who has no experience, in an alley, an area that is harder to control, can actually have the meaning of a test. This is both an opportunity and a crisis."

"Mmm."

Vlad naturally began to walk slowly, matching Harven's pace.

There was an aspect of being considerate with him because he had a disability, but it was also because the story coming out of Harven's mouth naturally matched Vlad's steps.

"So, what should we do next?"

Joseph didn't give detailed instructions to the inexperienced Vlad.

Because he thought that even the experience of seeking advice would be useful for the young knight.

"I have to let the bosses know like I did today."

Harven smiled as he looked at the rose's smile seen far away in the night sky.

"You're here."

A new business and a new knight.

And a new order.

Harven knew exactly what Joseph wanted from Vlad.

***

Marcella had said she would give Vlad half of the fourth floor, and those words were not empty promises.

"Thank you."

"...I know this guy too."

Otar, now a servant to a knight, was thanking Vlad for giving him a room and a job.

"If I keep stealing, I'm sure I'll die soon, so what can I do?"

"…"

Vlad leaned on the railing of the fourth floor, chin in hand, and looked at the boy who was working hard pushing a stick on the ground floor.

A dark-skinned boy who took on the work he used to do when he was a junior.

Vlad had prepared a place in Rose's Smile for Ned, who was Otar's younger brother and also related to him, and Ned currently lived on the fourth floor with Otar.

"The madame is happy. I got rid of all the people causing trouble."

Zemina approached Vlad pretending to clean and whispered softly, pointing to where Harven was.

"...I didn't know Marcella hated him so much."

In the place Zemina pointed to, there was a shelter with a table where people who came to see Vlad were attended to.

"He looks different. I didn't know Harven had this side."

Vlad did not respond aloud to Zemina's words.

He simply nodded, expressing his agreement.

People can only show their worth if they have a place to demonstrate their skills.

And now, Harven was not in a dark and suspicious room, but he was screening out the idiots as agents of the knight.

After today's interview, which was probably as long as it had been, he would come to Vlad with a list of people who might be helpful.

"It's time he comes."

Vlad was chewing on the sandwich Marcella had made and waiting for someone to come visit him.

Joseph had said he would support the salaries of a total of four people, and Vlad knew well that Harven and Otar alone were not enough to carry out security work in the back alleys.

However, given that there have been people who have continually 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 climbed the stairs and began searching for Vlad.

"Vlad!"

"What is it?"

Vlad frowned as he looked at Ned, who was very different from his quiet older brother.

"There is a guest visiting Vlad at the Town Hall. One of them has a long chin..."

"Tell him to come up."

Vlad thought there was no way Goethe would miss this opportunity.

Although the stable keeper for Bayezid was a stable job, he knew Goethe was not a person who would settle for just being a servant.

"But there are two."

"Hmm?"

However, Goethe came here not alone, but with one more person by his side.

"Who is it?"

In response to Vlad's question, Ned quickly licked his lips with his tongue and began to question himself.

"He has many tattoos and tangled hair..."

In the north, the position of people with black looks was low and miserably disadvantaged.

However, even blacks discriminated against for their skin had an individual they would rather avoid.

"Are you sure it's not him? Vlad?"

Two people were entering Rose's Smile along with Ned's concerns.

A man with a strong impression standing behind Goethe who looks somewhat downcast.

He was a man whose presence was so strong that even the employees and Marcella, who were getting ready for business, turned their heads for a moment.

"I like it because it's a little bigger here."

A barbaric man who followed Noir, who inherited the blood of a divine spirit, to Soara.

"The mayor said there would be work if I came here?"

Agge from the Budart tribe smiled as he looked at Vlad, who was watching him from the fourth floor.

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