Minerva, rummaging in her bosom, took out the bond she had received from South Eymond and shook it.

�Can I have a bite too?�

All four of them stopped their hands at the same time.

�What are you doing?�

Sirone tried to stop him from gambling, but Minerva was already moving with her chair.

�I will formally introduce myself.�These are �card game people�.�It is the specialty of the ivory tower.�It is also a famous place for tourists to take photos.�

The owner shouted from the kitchen.

�It�s a specialty of the White Inn!�

Minerva checked the tide of the card game.

�Fourteen years ago, gambling madmen, four of the best gamblers in the world, entered the ivory tower.�And I made a bet.�Who will win the game?�

�Which game is it?�

�Exams, life, whatever.�However, the preferences of the participants are different.�Those who must take and those who must give, those who want to end the game and those who want to keep the game.�

Sirone took another look at the �card players�.

�Who do you think will win?�

�Of course, the one who wants to steal it����.�

Sirone shook her head.

�No one wins.�

�Isn�t it ironic?�But this is life.�For the game to end, one side must be out of balance.�

said Minerva, placing the bonds on the table.

�I will guess the winner of this round.�If you lose, you can keep all this money.�

the bald old man asked.

�����What if you win?�

�Then stop playing.�There are no more �card players� in this world.�

The man with the red beard who was sitting across from me said.

�good.�Who will win this round?�

�Hmm, let�s see����.�

Watching Minerva carefully examining her hand, Sirone swallowed too.

�It breaks the balance.�

If someone intervenes and causes a rift in a game that is perfectly meshed with good and evil and good and evil.

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