Tower of Karma

It was only when the Alfreds had only a few facial stripping cases confirmed on Nederdam. As anxiety gradually spread to Ichii as well, the Golden Knight was waving a blade in the arena, the main business.

"The Golden Knight!

Win dramatically with exuberance. Pull them out and learn to the bottom. That's a condition that gets harder because even the opponent has a difference in power, no, there's a difference in power. Understand others through their swords. I didn't know the sword would deepen after that itinerary. Ark's valve.

(Learning from this man's spear today, huh)

And accomplish them without cheering them up.

He was repeating himself without knowing such a job.

"Well, don't lose it, okay?"

Alexis the Golden Knight, Toto. Alfred leaves the stage behind in response to his cheers. Fame is no longer a solid thing. The name is spreading throughout the world.

Rumors are those with tails and spreading.

Information had also arrived here in Nederdam that the Golden Knight was roughing up the 'back' at a time when he was not supposed to be in Estaard already.

Rumors are also beginning to emerge that there are more than one golden knight, etc.

"We're getting scattered. Would you have chosen the path to widen? Then it should penetrate."

"... I know."

"Look at the roots. This country has it."

"Root, is it?

"It's called the Nedeluxe of Spears, a deposition of long history. The foundation of the foundation, find it that should be in everyone, and let yourself feed the sword."

"Yes, sir"

Nederx root. Old and young, the first four shapes everyone has remembered. When putting into action, each personality is smeared, but there is still some residue.

Ark says get it in your hand.

"Well, let's just say we're off today. Yelena, go back to the inn."

"What about the two of you?

"Reflections, I wanted to show you something."

"Okay. Careful, both of you."

What she could have done, too, pulling back honestly. She also understood that she would go somewhere a little dangerous. She herself, during the day, tours the bookstore with Alfred, securing some books, so there's no pullout.

"Good night, Yelena"

"Come on in."

"Yeah, I'm coming"

Even though I felt itchy watching the two of them interact, there was zero smile from the arc. It is no longer the other side of my memory that I had this sight of myself in my youth, but nevertheless the pale sight of the young man was very dazzling and beautifully reflected in the old man.

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Alfred and Ark were watching in one corner at a casino that smelled like the back.

"… aristocracy, its equivalent, is it a rich social place"

"Uhm. The amount of money spent corresponds, so does the rate."

"Will you be fought?

"No way. Then I'll be here alone"

"So?"

"Are you convinced that my eyes made me turn my foot here?

"... I understand. You mean the usual whim."

"That's what it is"

Alfred felt unspeakable when he saw the sparkling lady and gentleman worried. There is no strained air here like an iron fire at the end of the place. The money obtained, the money lost, is not the ratio of the end of the place, but they still have extra capital to make up for it. All I'm saying is play, there's no sadness there.

The same gold is moving, but the view is so different here.

"Hin."

The two looked in the direction of a pitiful scream.

Plenty of captured rare beasts and freshly disputed taken away. Two disappointed men lift their sides on both sides, and the man looks around as if the small animal were hanging around in space. And it would have happened, we both had eyes.

"Ah, my grandpa! Help me."

The man's eyes changed in an instant. It is the eye that found the prey.

"You know him?

"Absolutely!

"Hey, those two. Come here."

My gaze gathers to both of us at once. We mask each other, but we still know to take the look on both sides. I don't think it's going to end.

"... what, the Son of God has fallen this far too"

A pompous and spilled word. I could barely hear you, but I can still tell by the atmosphere.

"Do you know him?

"I am acquainted"

Though frightened, he's still just a little happy to be reunited.

"You seem to be losing a lot. Painting uncle."

"Ha ha. No, you can't win. Don't lose much longer. Come on."

Then quit.

"I love to gamble with that. Grandpa says -?

"I will not bet beyond my boundaries."

"... liar"

"Huh!?

Arc turns around with a reluctant face to the words Alfred blurted and crushed.

"Oh well. Then it's fine that you guys will take his place for the loss."

"Do you call your friends?"

"Oh, my God, this kid's a little frightened"

"I'm scared too."

Two people frightened by Alfred with a slightly irritating tone.

"Okay. I'll take your shoulder. Instead, let me play a little bit."

Alfred's remarks. That catches the attention of the disgusted rich.

"Well, it doesn't look like that guy."

The man smiles like a demon when he sees the look.

"I'm not going to do that."

"Because there was a game that looked interesting. Here we go."

The boy who says Alfred von Arcadia is a demon of intellectual curiosity. When he sees the ceremony, he can't help but unravel it. For various reasons, armed with justice and sometimes kindness, the boy's roots end up there.

"Shall we do this?"

"... Vante Ann, huh? You lose, you take it away."

"Yeah, I don't mind."

As the odd gaze gathers, Alfred's chosen game is' Vante Ann '. The rules are very simple and just keep the total number of cards close to' 21 '. It is a popular game on this occasion, with a single hit with the dealer, simple and out-of-the-box deep.

(Always on the player side ahead. If you can't go beyond '21', the longer you go on, the more disadvantageous is the game called the player side, right?)

Still, Alfred chose this game.

"Is it a game with no big wins? Though healthy."

"The young man being drawn over there, I recognize him somewhere"

"I thought so too, but there is no way that he is naked here. It would be an aerial resemblance to others. That's impossible, such as staying so young in the first place."

"Oh, you're quite sumptuous."

"Are you surprisingly used to playing?

Alfred goes on to play the game with these hands, but naturally this is the first time he's played the game. The rules themselves grasped while they were watching, and they also memorized the player's standing behavior, so the game goes on without staring.

"Repetition of winning or losing. Plain, hey. As far as I'm concerned, one shot reversed! I think the game feels better."

"... he won't let you gamble."

"You're doing exactly what you're doing right now, aren't you?

"Then I guess that game, it's not gambling for that kid"

"... heh. - That sort of thing."

Gradually, the winning balance leans toward Alfred. Win or lose, that accuracy jumps as the game progresses. The twitch widens the difference, and the guests watching the game are stunned, with the dealers on the playground side distorting their faces.

"You're smart."

"He's a genius."

And - we win it all at once until we shuffle the new deck.

"Shall I be present?"

"Sounds interesting."

A few people, the game starts about the same table. Simply use the same deck for more than one dealer-to-player situation.

It's no different than gameplay.

"Whoa, is it getting a little harder?

"It doesn't change. For that kid."

Is Alfred a little worse at the beginning, after all? But as the game progresses, the odds of winning still increase. And prevailed as a matter of course.

"... that's amazing"

"Uhm."

Repeat it three, four times.

"Sorry, sir"

Finally, the playground side practically gibbered up. It doesn't matter whether it's individuals or large numbers. At the beginning, as per the basic tactics, just a little off the middle, and at the end, repeat the bet as if you are clearly seeing the palm of your hand.

And win.

"Hi."

How to increase the chance of winning, which later becomes a method called counting. By memorizing all the cards that came out, he was grasping the rest of the cards, increasing the chances of winning and decreasing the chances of losing. Simple and lucid, but not something anyone can do.

It is too difficult to call it a tactic, and it is hundreds of years before these playgrounds are vandalized and countermeasures are taken to systematize the methods.

"Now I'll pay for his loss"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Excellent."

"It was an interesting game"

past form. You're not interested in the ceremony you've already solved, Alfred had the look of a making laugh. Ark, Yelena, nothingness that only close things can tell.

"Ha ha. No, thank God. Thank God. Thank you so much for getting my clothes back. Mm-hmm. You don't have to be mad at me now."

"You're welcome. You're not very good at gambling, are you?

"Mm-hmm. I used to be good at it, but it was boring. I don't like it now, but it's fun."

After the playground, a man was being guided to a place called 'The Place Now' where he wanted to give back to the two of them. I can't get a bad feeling about this, Alfred.

For some reason, I felt like wearing Zeno's ridiculous face.

"Hey, this is where I live now."

"Hmm, that's great to have a flair for!

"... I'm going back to the inn"

A man who grabs Alfred's shoulder disappointingly trying to turn his heel back. Surprisingly powerful.

"No, it's a boy. It's just a meal."

"Fine! Mr. Ark, don't get sucked in!

"It's a disgrace to the knight if you have to eat."

"Aren't you old enough!

"I've been on active duty my whole life! Gahaha, I prefer hero colors, is!

"Oh, no, Grandpa!

"Come on. Come on. Let's go."

"Um, let's go, let's go"

Dragged by a mysterious man and an arc, Alfred is dragged into the man's residence.

It's a store with exposed women in slightly flashy shades of buildings.

"Yelenaa!"

Alfred's roar melted into the city at night.

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"Kushi."

Yelena rubs her sneezy nose.

But my eyes won't leave the book.

"Nedeluxe healthcare, it's also quite advanced compared to Estado"

I don't have to know Alfred's ordeal, and she absorbs her knowledge like she's greedy.

"Hmm."

There was not even Alfred's letter A in the back of her brain right now.