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Abel began to brag a little.

"Most northern nomads are just beggars. The land is poor, and they have no skills to farm. But there are times when they are wealthy."

"When was that?"

"It's when they come back after plundering."

"Aha!"

"Originally, it was the property of the villagers, but what can we do since it's already been taken away? From then on, whoever eats it is the owner."

In fact, it wasn't something that didn't happen at all.

In Abel's memory, there had been a mercenary who only targeted nomads right after a battle.

"Oh, so what happened to those guys?"

'Where is there any mercy for the northern berserkers? They're all dead.'

Of course, the looted goods had been recovered by the villagers because Abel Carriers had no interest in money.

Of course, it wasn't an intentional good deed. It just happened naturally as Abel was beating and killing Peltron's men.

"That's an interesting story. So, how much did you make?"

"I don't want to go into detail, but can you tell me how much you earned here?"

"Ahem! That's a bit…"

"Keep going! I was just kidding. I'd meet guys like that once every few days. Thanks to that, I made a lot of money, and now I'm thinking of starting a mercenary group."

"Haha! So you're destined to become the leader of a mercenary corps. This is an honor."

Count Eplin spoke with a bright smile.

Those compliments and smiles were absolutely false. Would a snobbish noble have any interest in a mercenary leader? It was natural to snort and ignore it.

He was just happy because he thought there was a lot to pick and eat.

'So, how are we going to move?'

Abel activated the beast's heart as secretly as possible.

Because you couldn't play a game while surrounded by red flames.

He turned it up just enough to sharpen his senses.

Then, he could feel the detailed movements of Count Eplin's hands as he collected the cards. He focused all his attention on that.

"Let's get started. The basic bet is 5 goldens, with no upper limit."

Asking for five gold coins from the start, it was definitely a bigger table than the one at the entrance. Plus, it seemed quite dangerous because there was no limit.

Mrs. Sears nodded willingly, satisfied with the rule.

"That's great. It'll be a fun time after a long time."

"I agree."

Abel gave the signal by pushing in a 5-golden chip.

Because Corbin Sears was still dazed. It seemed like he still hadn't recovered from the shock, but he shouldn't be doing this after coming all this way.

As if sensing a subtle gaze, Corbin finally began to move in a fluster.

Finally, two cards came into Abel's hands.

'5 and 7... It's a good start, isn't it?'

Heading ten was a game where the person whose two cards added up to the closest to 10 won.

Abel currently had 12, so it could be said that was a pretty high score.

Arms crossed, Abel looked around as Viscount Eplin moved the statue on the table.

"First bet. Would you like to start, mercenary captain?"

"Let's do that."

Abel pushed half of the chips he had— a whopping amount of 200 golden coins.

Then, the sound of the wind could be heard here and there.

First, Corbin Sears whispered with a surprised expression.

"Is it okay to spend that much from the start?"

"So what? If you're confident, then go for it."

The average monthly salary for employees at the Medias shopping mall was about 2 goldens.

In fact, this was also one of the ones that made quite a lot of money.

But didn't Abel just bet 100 times that amount at once?

It was only natural that not only Corbin, but also Viscount Eplin and Mrs. Sears, were surprised.

"It comes out like this because there is no upper limit. I'm dying."

Mrs. Sears slid the card forward.

But Count Eplin wrung his hands with a conflicted expression.

'What? From the beginning? This is really disappointing.'

Abel was using technology for just 200 gold?

One, that never happened.

Count Eplin immediately threw down the gauntlet.

"I'm dying. You're so full of spirit."

"Me too."

Soon after, Corbin Sears also gave up, and Abel ended up winning the first round.

They played a few more games after that, but the people at the table didn't seem to be very good.

There were quite a few instances where Abel would win several times.

'What? I unexpectedly have this talent?'

When preparing for the police exam, Abel used to play online poker to kill time.

He had barely learned the rules, so losing was a daily occurrence.

But what about now?

Abel won consecutive games as if he were a world-class poker player.

Before he knew it, there was a pile of chips worth over a thousand gold in front of him.

"Haha! The mercenary captain is really good at games."

"I'll do this board last."

While Earl Eplin looked at the chips enviously, Mrs. Sears tidied up the place.

Finally, Count Eplin, who had won the previous round, dealt the cards.

Up to this point, there was nothing unusual.

"Call."

"Please open it."

"Huh?"

"Uh?"

Everyone couldn't help but tilt their heads.

Mrs. Sears, who was about to stand up, also sat down again.

"All ten?"

"This is a rare sight."

All four players' cards ended up being 10.

This allowed the player to choose between two options.

"Would you like to take it out? Or would you like to ask and get a double?"

People's choices were mixed.

No one would have the heart to back down from here.

But Corbin Sears wasn't there to gamble.

To begin with, there wasn't much money exchanged for chips.

"I will let go."

"Then the remaining three will have a rematch?"

Abel nodded at Count Eplin's words.

Mrs. Sears, who was supposed to be the last one, also expressed her intention to participate.

"I can't leave this board. Please give me some more chips."

Soon, the table was filled with chips amounting to almost ten thousand goldens.

That was because everyone was truly committed to the final game.

"Okay, let's go."

Swish. Swish!

The cards turned quickly.

Abel was more alert than ever.

But even though a huge amount of money was involved, nothing unusual could be found.

Isn't this gambling fraud?

Clearly, there were many questionable aspects to Count Eplin's actions.

He would always stop by here, and he would always come out with a lot of money.

No, what kind of casino would give such benefits to outsiders?

If it were a modern casino, Abel would have been banned from entering long ago.

In that case, it was right to see this person as a player active here.

'My hand is 15. It's mediocre.'

It could be said that it was a bit low to place a strong bet.

Abel took a quick look around, and it seemed like none of them were doing very well.

Complex expressions and a heavy atmosphere filled the air.

Finally, Mrs. Sears opened her mouth.

"All in with 1,000 goldens."

"Huh!"

A sigh burst out from Count Eplin.

Despite her worried expression, her bet was bold.

But it seemed like no one would back down.

"I get it. I have to dig a little more, but I only have 5 gold left."

Count Eplin was also almost all-in.

Since Abel was running low on chips, he called the clerk and exchanged some more gold coins.

When the call hit exactly one thousand golden coins, it was time to open the deck.

"I'm 16."

Mrs. Sears' score was lower than expected.

Abel turned the card over right away, and it was at that very moment.

Sharak!

The movements of Count Eplin, who was caught in the heart of the beast, caught his attention.

He wiggled his fingers, pretending to open the bag.

At first glance, it seemed like a natural behavior, but not to Abel.

"Hey, Randy Eplin."

"Yes? Do you know me?"

"You finally show your true colors at the end."

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With a line that sounded familiar, Abel touched the back of Count Eplin's hand...

He didn't stab him with a dagger; he just grabbed his hand quickly.

The open hand of the suspect showed 14.

In fact, the winner of this game was going to be Viscount Eplin.

Before Abel revealed everything, he spoke.

"I'll bet all my money and my hand that there's a card stuck to that palm. What's yours?"

"Ugh! Why, why are you doing this?"

As Abel pulled it violently with his great strength, something pure white appeared in his palm.

"Mrs. Sears, that's why you lost money."

As expected, a card fell out of Count Eplin's hand.

It was a ten with red berries depicted on it.

The original hand this guy had was 17.

He had changed it to 7 and made it look like he had won by a narrow margin.

That way, the people would come back with money and challenge again.

"Now, wait a minute. What did you just say?"

Then suddenly, Mrs. Sears jumped up from her seat and asked a question.

Now it seemed like she didn't care about winning or losing the game.

She was just surprised that a mere mercenary knew his true identity.

Instead of answering,

Abel observed Corbin's reaction carefully. It seemed that Corbin no longer cared about the outcome of the game. What truly startled him was the fact that a mere mercenary had uncovered his true identity.

Instead of answering Corbin's unspoken question, Abel glanced around the room and calmly remarked, "It seems like there is enough evidence."

Corbin Sears rose from his seat, his movements deliberate and tense. Slowly, he removed his leather helmet. Beneath it, bandages covered his face, which he unwound with methodical precision. When his face was finally exposed, his identity was undeniable.

Mrs. Sears, who had been silent until now, gasped in shock. Her face turned pale as she stammered, "H-honey? Why on earth are you…?"

But Corbin didn't even spare his wife a glance. His demeanor remained cold, his tone mechanical, as though the situation had already been resolved in his mind. He addressed Abel in a detached, businesslike manner.

"Everything is clear, Your Honor," Corbin said flatly.

Abel nodded, his expression impassive. "Take care of everything," he instructed with authority.

"Yes," Corbin responded without hesitation.

The cold atmosphere in the room contrasted sharply with the fiery determination burning in Corbin Sears' eyes. Despite his outward composure, it was clear that this was not the end of the story.

Abel silently observed, already calculating his next move.

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