Kent's eyes narrowed behind the mask. "And what's this stumbling worth?"
The crimson fan closed with a snap. Red Face leaned forward, lowering his voice as if whispering to the heavens themselves. "Sixty-six million mana crystals. Not sixty… not sixty-five… but sixty-six. I like beautiful numbers. Also, we will pay all losses for Golden Rat gambling house."
Kent raised an eyebrow with disinterest.
"Not enough? Hah! How about this—" Red Face's hand danced as if scattering treasures in the air. "—a permanent seat in the Gambling Association. You'll never want for resources again. Every auction, every dice game, every card table will favor you. You'll be one of us."
Kent was silent.
"Still too dry? Fine. Three women—perfect beauties, raised by the Association itself. Cultivated in etiquette, music, and cultivation dual practices. Yours to command, to share your bed, to polish your boots if you want."
The mask hid Kent's smirk, but his silence spoke volumes.
