The plan was commencing at the moment. Looking at the place named Paradise Resort, it was formed like a tropical beach. There were sands and palm trees, making the guests felt they were at the beach far from the city. For sure, once the magic was involved here, everything could be created
for the people's pleasure. Everyone who could enter Luminos City could also enter Paradise Resort, but there was a ticket fee that needed to be paid. Baston didn't know exactly what was the amount but it must be a lot. He didn't dare to see how much the money spent because it would only make his heart upset.
The fat boy accompanied Luke to the entrance and once they entered, someone approached them. Just by the posture and the face hidden by a mask, Baston and Luke would bet that person was Viktor Anderson. Still, the fat boy knew more that the real one should be at Carpel Inn. Although the one in
front of him looked like the real one and even his gesture seemingly could fool Luke himself, it was just done for misleading. Right now, Baston grasped the important information by himself and he would maximize it to finish the quest.
"Well… Well… It's a coincidence for my nephew to come into this place. I thought a person like you love to stay alone and work hard from morning into night."
"You must be joking, uncle Viktor. We as a noble might work hard in our life, but there's nothing wrong to seek pleasure for ourselves. Not to mention, there is so much wealth in our pocket. It will be a waste if we
can't spend it."
"Yes, nobles are like that, but it seems your behavior is far from it. Not to mention your own background is less…"
Viktor mocked Luke for his low status in the family. The fat boy could feel that his temporary lord tried hard to swallow this anger. If not because of this place, he must surely leap into the fat man in front. Toward Viktor, it seemed there was already a fight even though only insult was thrown at the
moment. To make the matter worsened, his servant suddenly came up from behind. The
man added an insult to Luke which he dared to do it since Viktor was behind him.
"Young master, Luke. Please refrain your insinuating words for my lord. As a noble, you have to keep on eye on your own image plus your family name."
The servant was brave enough to confront Luke directly, even though the man himself had a lower status. If the public saw this moment, they surely hoped the man had a death wish. Unfortunately, the event happened on Paradise Resort usually stayed inside and kept closed unless someone told the story to others. Noticing the ugly expression on Luke, Baston then moved and
confronted the servant. At the beginning, he thought Luke could deal it by himself but it seemed he also must do the job as the servant.
"Excuse me, but my lord was just greeting his uncle before. It's just a simple conversation between the family but you say something uncomfortable from it. This can mean that you dare slander a noble without
evidence. You know the punishment won't be small, right?"
"Who are you?" the man frowned because someone interrupted him.
"Sir Luke is my lord and I'm his servant."
"I see…" the man scoffed secretly, "I'm sorry but I though your lord wanted to provoke my lord so I became overreacting."
"I understand…" Baston nodded thoughtfully, "You are afraid with such flourished lord of yours, he will be shaken in fears. I know that feeling… Sometimes when I was shaken, I almost made everything shake with me."
"What are you talking about?" the man seemingly didn't understand before something struck inside his head, "You! Do you say that my lord is fat? How dare you!"
"What? Of course not!" Baston shook his head, "I didn't say that."
"You clearly say that my lord is fat. For your information, mocking a noble is punishable by law."
"When I say that word? It's a slander from yourself…" Baston pointed to the man before he appeared indignant, "I think you just want to mock me. I know my body is big. People always call me chubby because my size is
larger than usual. Even though so, I hope I can live normally where someone could love me back. I try hard to make girls look at me but they always say I'm out of proportional balance for them. If not because I have a little money on my pocket, everyone will surely stay away from me. Do you know that whenever I try to hold hand with girls, they will try to find many excuses to let go of my
hand?"
From just simple conversation, it slowly turned into an event when Baston mocked himself. The fat boy didn't say the word of fat but simply using many synonym words to replace it. When Viktor and his servant saw
it, they thought this little servant must be out of mind since not only he failed to regain his lord's face, but he also ridiculed himself. Baston didn't say he was stupid but only focusing about how big was his body to everyone. Viktor didn't find it strange until he felt uncomfortable. Every time Baston made fun of his own body, it seemed it also dealt a damage to him in unique way. Although the words were pointed at the fat boy, he who was also a fat man sensed the mocking.
The onlookers were also giggling since whenever Baston ridiculed himself, the fat man Viktor was also included. It was an indirect attack, but it achieved a complete success. Luke didn't know why Baston did
this but after a few minutes, he saw the face of Viktor and his servant didn't look good. He then realized the fat boy had his own plan to navigate this farce into the enemy themselves. The noble boy wanted to laugh but he tried his best to restrain himself, afraid to implicate him more since it was just the first start of the meeting.
Baston secretly smiled because he happened to have a means for embarrassing Viktor without pointing those words to him directly. By just ridiculing his own fat body, Baston could make Viktor to resemble himself and felt shame on it. Sometimes, people could overthink about every word they heard, not to mention the opponent was also a noble. People with high status always interpreted the words in different view, making what Baston said to describe more than what the fat boy intended to do. Because of this, everyone could say the fat boy only talked about himself yet the point of conversation could spread to nearby person, inflicting the shaming indirectly. Viktor was
fuming with anger but he could only stop Baston from further talking.
"Enough!" the fat man snarled, looking at Baston before he moved his sight to Luke, "You better watch what your servant do with his mouth before he makes a mistake."
"You don't have to worry about it," Luke replied happily, "Whatever he did will be bore by me, not you. As the outsider, you only need to watch."
Viktor harrumphed and quickly went away to the deeper side of the resort. His servant wanted to rebuke, but he was afraid he could only make it worse. In just simple conversation before, he thought he had the
initiative yet it was grabbed by Baston perfectly. If the man dared to confront Luke and Baston again, the result might be the same since the fat boy was too cunning. While both of Viktor and his servant disappeared from the sight, Baston started thinking about the information he got.
From what he knew, Viktor should be waiting at Carpel Inn at the moment. The fat man in here should be a fake one, but despite knowing so, there wasn't any difference from the real one. Judging on Luke's reaction, the
noble boy must feel the fat man was really Viktor and no one else. Baston pondered if this fat man was really good of impersonating the real one because every
gesture was seamlessly fine without any rigid movement. It looked like this fake one had been doing this for years, making every move of him looked no different.
At first thought, Baston guessed Viktor used the same method as him which using the puppet as his replacement. He didn't know if there was any specified magic in this world. However, he soon rejected the idea because it would leave a trace of magic if Viktor used puppet. Unlike the fat man, only the old book could mobilize such obscure things in this world. His puppets weren't perfect from the beginning, so let alone for the others. The fat boy couldn't guess correctly so he needed to monitor what happened for now.
Paradise Resort was big with many entertainments to enjoy inside. There were 2 most popular venues in here. The first one was casino where people gambled with their money. Few people won greatly but most people would lose terribly. There was no way the casino operated on loss despite many
rich people coming here everyday. At the beginning, they would give hope, making people to think the chance of winning wasn't too bad. Once people went deeper, the casino then would grasp their fates and took the money. Surely, they would let one or two won while the rest would lose to offset between the profit and the loss. Baston knew this method and others must also know it too, but the difference was how could they resisted not to gamble and got all the
money.
Money could blind the sight of people and most of them didn't mind because they thought the risk was equal to the gains. That was why people around lamented of their unfortunate moments when Baston accompanied Luke to walk along the venue. Only a handful people won and be happy while the rest either could only sigh or scold their bad luck. The fat boy heard more
complaints and negative remarks during the escort.
"Damn it! I'm almost there…"
"No! It's just a little bit more…"
"I can't believe I keep losing. One more tries then. I swear this is just the last one before I leave this place…"
"No way! My luck is the worst today! I will be going to here tomorrow once my luck becomes better…"
"What a bad luck! I'm going to sell my heirloom then. I can't believe I can't win big from this place while my opponent has already won one…"
So many losing yet people hardly stopped from this. Their gambler mentality made them having difficulties to think rationally. Slowly, they would hand over their money until they came back into their senses. At that time, whether they still had any money left, no one would know. Only they
themselves could stop those addicted feelings before it was too late. Baston might pity them, yet considering the one who could enter Luminos City must be a wealthy person, there was no need to care.
"The casino is just for the beginner…" Luke started, "Only the coliseum is the place where people dare to bet the big one."
"Another most popular venue beside this one, right?" Baston asked which Luke gave a nod, "You really want to finish your uncle at there?"
"Yes, there's no other way. Either he died or I died. One of us must disappear from this world since there is no way we can live together again. Besides, there's no possibility that I will forgive anything happened before."
"Good. Giving kindness to your enemy is the same as giving yourself a future threat," Baston agreed then he gave a piece of paper to Luke.
The noble boy was confused before he read the words inside his head, "The real Viktor should be at Carpel Inn. The one in Paradise Resort should be the fake one."