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‘No, no. If you’re going to write it like that, I’ll just give it away!’
3 If you knew blue, you could have brought the chocolate fountain to the withered rose bush. The owner of the gold and silver room came back with a wad of paper while I was thinking of what I could do with 3 Blue Eyes. It seems like she ran, and her forehead is sweaty, peregrine and bone.
“Now! I brought all the lottery tickets issued this week. There will be a little money left in the 3 Blue Ah -”
“It’s a change.”
“Key, you’re cool, my sister!”
I followed the chic Veronica’s tone and built up a nose. Look, the owner of the gold and silver room Oh, that’s Lagrange.
‘Of course I’m a poor girl.’
But Veronica bought a small backpack on the spot, pressed the lottery ticket tightly, and handed it to me. I hugged a fairly heavy backpack in front and smiled.
‘If this is enough, you might really win.’
“Sister, thank you uh. Sister you are the best.”
“I like this.”
Veronica’s aura turns yellow as I greet me while hugging my legs.
I couldn’t see my own aura, but I could be sure that even my aura now sparkles with joy. It seems to know why the aura of pleasure is yellow. Because the crack is yellow. Money is the best.
“I have that much money too!”
Yuric, who was watching Veronica and me, with a fat face, popped up. I did not answer right away and waited for his next word.
“I don’t have it now, but I do have it. Really.”
“Joe Kette.”
‘Suddenly boasting some money.’
I shrugged at Yuric’s words and then fixed my backpack.
I wanted to see the gambling room before I went out, so I found a game I was used to to look around.
“No, I want to try that.”
The game I pointed at was very simple, unlike the gambling board played by professional gamblers.
When the merchant hides a ball under the cup on a low table and moves the cups dazzlingly to change the order, it’s time to guess which cup the ball is hidden under.
‘Of course there is a trick.’
I was mixed with grotesque children who gathered in front of the merchant.
I said earlier that children couldn’t come to the gambling house, so I felt like they were the kids working at the gambling house.
Some of them were holding trays with cups on them, as if they were bringing drinks to customers.
“Marco, can you guess this time?”
As if the game was about to begin, a girl wearing the same uniform as the boy sitting in front of the table raised her voice as if excited.
It wasn’t an extremely rare name, but it was definitely the name of the only heroine in’The Men’s War of the Roses’.
‘I’m alive…….. . She said where she had heard of Saint Dena.’
Charlotte was a saint with a strong divine power, but she was from a slum. Her identity was as low as the pearl in her mud was her nickname.
Although Dietrich later devoted half of LaGrange’s property to the imperial family and bought a title for Charlotte.
‘No way I’m going to meet the heroine already.’
I answered again and again, pulling out a piece of cloth that was covering the table. Then the ball rolls toward me with good timing.
“Wow ah!”
The children, admiring my talent, opened their mouths and began clapping.
‘I finally found it. My talent!’