Chapter 112. Epilogue: Evran and Lenore pt. 9

Harold was fooled by my words. He diligently visited the circuit and bet big on every round.

I spread my men and assigned them to disguise themselves as people who were used to betting and approach Harold to give him advice on this and that. Which car would go the fastest, or which racer was the most favored.

As a layman in the world of car racing, but with a strong gambler’s soul, of course Harold would be easier to trick.

The first two wins made Harold arrogant and he boasted that he was a skilled player who was hard to beat in betting.

"Stupid guy," said Biand, rubbing her cheek hard.

"Hey, hey, chubby girl, you’ll get your cheek sore if you rub it that hard!" I said, catching her hand. "And your cheek is clean. There’s nothing here."