"I told him that when he puts on this mask he will become Sabo. With power comes a price. The real Sabo will not give up his dignity. I'm sorry to embarrass you."
Sabo kicked the body away and smiled at Lorenzo, but that smile frightened Lorenzo, he had never thought it would be like this.
"Surprised, right? The real Sabo is a deformity, a dwarf."
Sabo didn't seem surprised by Lorenzo's surprised look, or perhaps he had seen such looks too many times in his life and had become accustomed to it.
He stretched out his short arms, his body twisted by the accumulated flesh and fragile bones, his internal organs squeezed into this narrow body. He was panting slightly because of the sword swing just now, and his thick fingers struggled to grab the blood-soaked cards. He looked so bloated, but he didn't seem to care.
"I hope you are not offended by my stand. After all, I am the master of Green Shark and want to rule a group of desperadoes. The dwarf's body is not very useful and it is difficult to intimidate my subordinates, not to mention that I am a Viking... Viking dwarfs are ridiculous, right?"
Sabo said calmly, it was obviously a very sad thing, but when he told it it didn't sound like his own story.
"Rather than being ridiculous, I think it's... great. It's pretty impressive to lead a group of desperate criminals with a body like this."
Lorenzo said sincerely.
Sabo was not happy about Lorenzo's praise, but spoke calmly.
"What about you? Mr. Lorenzo Holmes, I'm curious why you are so confident that you can beat him. If the goddess of luck deviates from you by a little bit, your head will explode completely. This is not just something that can be done by luck and fearlessness."
It was a gamble on the brink of death, like dancing with death, and only pure madness could control it.
"Eyes. His eyes."
Lorenzo pointed to his eyes. His gray-blue pupils were bright and the bloody gambling table was reflected in them.
"That guy wanted to win so badly that he went crazy. As a boss, he should be able to intimidate everyone, but that domineering attitude is too cowardly. I have studied acting. He is not a qualified actor, and of course not a qualified gambler. A real gambler will not back down. The chips in his hand are all he has."
Lorenzo had seen through the substitute a long time ago, but he thought it was just a small boss who was not worth worrying about. But obviously the situation became complicated after the real Sabo appeared.
"You seem to like gambling, but I've never seen you in a casino."
Sabo didn't seem to have any hostility. He asked while shuffling the cards. The music in the hall continued. People were immersed in the warm prosperity. The death of the substitute did not attract anyone's attention.
"Gambling is a good thing. It can turn the tables. Even a single coin can win the kingdom."
Lorenzo replied, rubbing his fingers gently on the brand new butcher's coin.
"But a friend of mine once told me that luck is limited. The luck a person has in his life is fixed. Maybe you should be hit and killed by a carriage today, but before you are hit and killed, you luckily fall down and thus escape the attack of death.