[WP] Chapter 31 "Captain of Eight Guns" Rades

[WP] Chapter 31 "Captain of Eight Guns" Rades

The corridor floor was covered with red carpet, and the staggering group of people, led by the waiter waiting at the second-floor staircase, went straight into the second room on the left.

The room was quite large, and the gas lamp was turned to the maximum power, illuminating everything in the room. But in the same way, just leaving the chaotic environment downstairs, the normal scene at this moment showed a distorted feeling.

The interior of the room looked like an ordinary reception room, but the huge gambling table was placed in the center.

The tabletop was wider, and there were more seats. There was also a wine cabinet against the wall, as well as two women with heavy makeup and inappropriate clothes. Neither the drunkard nor the waiter who was acting as the dealer noticed Shade, who shouldn't be there, and the group moved to a new room to continue their enjoyment.

Shade stood beside the sofa and tried not to attract attention, trying to find an opportunity to slip into the corridor.

He was thinking about whether he should use the ability of "ignition" to create some small troubles to attract attention. At this time, he heard the drunkard he had just supported say to a man with a scar on the corner of his mouth, who was sitting on the sofa with his head down:

"Captain Rades, tell us more about how you shot yourself in the head eight times in an attempt to commit suicide when you were captured by those Southerners to be loyal to the kingdom!"

The drunkard laughed loudly, and the mocked Captain Rades lowered his head and said nothing, just looking at his boots dully.

"Rades has just been redeemed, so let's not talk about this. Why not find a pistol and let him demonstrate it to us, hahahaha~"

The man holding three cards at the card table turned around and said, and the room was suddenly filled with a joyful atmosphere. Shade took advantage of the opportunity when everyone was laughing and making fun of "Captain Rades," who had just returned home after being captured, and successfully left the noisy room and returned to the corridor.

The walls and doors were well soundproofed, and Shade could hardly hear the laughter in the room after walking a few steps. He walked forward along the wall. There was no one in the corridor, which was conducive to his actions.

Although he didn't know where the little Franklin was, according to the records of the previous detective, there was an escape ladder on the second floor of the Lucky Southern Cross Club that led directly to the outside world, so Shade was not worried about being caught.

But thinking this in his heart, he turned the corner and saw a man wearing a uniform that was different from the clothes of the casino guard downstairs.

Shade walked forward with his chest and head held high, not letting himself show any timidity. But even so, he was stopped by the man:

"Sorry, sir, please wait a moment. I don't think I've seen you before."

He stretched out his hand to grab Shade's shoulder. Although Shade had no experience in close combat, his instinctive dodge was unexpectedly successful. This made him realize again that the enhancement of the ring wizard is comprehensive.

"Yes, I was invited up and just went to the bathroom."

He explained.

"But isn't the bathroom over there?"

The man pointed to the direction the detective had just walked from and gave him a puzzled look:

"You're good at it."

"The bathroom over there is broken. The vomit of those drunks blocked the toilet. Oh, I don't want to describe that scene to you."

Shade was quite impressed with his agility, but the man who stopped him still frowned.

"Sir, you are not a guest on the second floor, right?"

Although it was a question, the tone was affirmative.

Shade smiled awkwardly. There was no need to continue to quibble. Fortunately, he didn't have any dangerous items on him, and he didn't do anything bad in this club:

"Well, I was just curious about the second floor. Just now, when guests were going upstairs, I followed them up and left the club immediately. I understand this."

Something unexpected happened, and Shade didn't have to fight with the gangsters who opened the casino for half a pound. As he said that, he wanted to retreat but was stopped again by the next sentence of the man who blocked his way:

"Don't run around in the future. The second floor and above are all VIPs. You have to follow the rules when playing here. You don't have to leave. You can continue on the first floor. Wait, you are not here to find the 'poor' Franklin, are you?"

He frowned.

"Okay."

Thinking about the current situation, Shade thought there was no need to lie. The other party was still a reasonable person for the time being.

"If you are talking about a young man with small eyes wearing a gray hat, a sailor shirt, and freckles on his face, yes, his father asked me to take him away."

"Did his father send someone again? Come with me, pay back the money he owes, and you can take him away."

The man waved at Shade and led him along the corridor.

"You should have said it on the first floor. For guys like this who owe gambling debts, we are still worried about how to find someone to pay them back."

The guy who opened the casino was surprisingly reasonable.

"I'm wondering how much he owes."

Shade asked this crucial question. The accountant promised that if his son owed money in the casino, the detective could advance the money and the money could be reimbursed, but Shade himself didn't have much cash.

"1 pound, 6 shillings, including interest and his food and lodging here these days; two pounds, you can take him away."

The stakes on the first floor were not big. Little Franklin could lose so much in two days, probably because he didn't bet on the right bet once. But these were none of Shade's business. Mr. Franklin could pay the debt within 10 pounds, and Shad just had 2 pounds.

The man said again:

"Of course, since you are here for his father. Then, just like last time, if you are willing to give us three pounds and six shillings, the casino can give you a receipt for five pounds for you to take to the father of the 'poor' Franklin."

Shade took several seconds to react to what the man meant. He had seen this kind of thing in his original world, but he was still shocked by the business acumen of the guy who opened a casino in the other world. He thought about it and shook his head.

"Thank you for your kindness, but forget it this time. It's a long-term plan."

He just felt a little sympathetic to Mr. Franklin, who was about to move his family, and thought that he didn't need to make money this way. The man leading the way didn't care but agreed with Shade's opinion:

"That's right, it's a long-term plan. Anyway, the 'poor' Franklin will come again."

Shade admitted that he had very evil ideas about the club's so-called "debt repayment," but, little Franklin was just forced to help wash dishes in the kitchen, and he would be let go after washing enough dishes.

When the man led Shade into the kitchen, he happened to see a fat man in chef's clothes, who knocked the young man with small eyes to the ground with one punch. The thin-looking little Franklin fell on the ground full of Rhodes cards, and the blood from his teeth falling out splashed on the surface of the cards.

At the end of the kitchen, there was a bloody pig's head, and the steam pipe was spraying hot steam towards the pig's head. The fat chef seemed to be dealing with it just now.

"Stop beating him; someone is here to redeem him."

The man leading the way said lazily, first waving his hand to dispel the kitchen smell in front of his nose and then stretching out his hand for Shade to give him money. Shade also stuffed the two-pound note that he had prepared long ago into the man's hand and then pulled up the little Franklin on the ground.

"It was your father who asked me to."

"Mr. Nit, he can't leave now. This damn kid wanted to escape and bit me."

The chef said angrily, stretching out his chubby hand to show the bloody tooth marks on it:

"Give me half a pound, otherwise he can't leave."

(End of this chapter)