Swordmaster’s Youngest Son

There were those among young nobles or martial artists who often idolized the power and culture of the white wolf tribe. They were usually fools who approached recklessly, drawn to the white fur, blue eyes, strong body, and energy, only to meet their ultimate fate as a meal.

White wolf tribe doesn't like humans. To most of them, humans were inferior beings, toys, and snacks.

"I've always dreamed of talking to a White wolf tribesmen! Wow, your fur is so cool. Can I touch it?" Jin exclaimed with sparkling eyes, and the White wolf tribesmen's impression wrinkled.

‘Was he just an idiot? I thought he smelled dangerous enough to make my fur stand on end...…?'

The White Wolf Tribe looked down at Jin, who was laughing, for a while.

"Put your hand away."

"Oh, I apologize for being rude. Sorry about that. By the way, what do you want to talk to me about? Ask me anything."

"Hmm, no. It seems like a mistake."

"What? What do you mean?"

"I don't know."

As the White Wolves returned to their place, Jin smiled shyly. The people who flirted with him looked at Jin with pity.

'Phew, I almost got tired before the operation even started. From now on, I have to press down more on the energy of the Plutonian tribe.'

He wiped his chest inwardly.

'I must definitely kill all of Kinzelo’s subordinates during the operation.'

If he left them alive, they would undoubtedly go back to Kinzelo and talk about 'someone with dangerous energy.'

It was okay if people knew about his disguised appearance, but if there were rumors about the unique energy of the Plutonian tribe, Jin could be caught anywhere.

He spent two hours checking the enemies on the even-odd and dice game table. Fortunately, there was no sign of the White wolf tribe, and no one suspected Jin.

'I should go see my companions now.'

The marble game table, where his companions were, was full of onlookers. Alisa was hiding in the gap, while Kashimir and Enya were nervously placing bets.

'Everyone's disguise is well done.'

Even Alisa, who was worried about her extraordinarily large body, was perfectly disguised. She had put on a fake mustache and was dressed in men's clothing.

“Oh, have you thought of me already? I knew you would come, young master.”

Syris naturally wrapped her arm around Jin's shoulder, and showed him her palm with something writing on it.

(Item will be exchanged at the 2nd floor central card table.)

“Now it's your turn to tell me your name, young master. Didn't I only tell you?"

Julia, no, Syris, who tightly hugged Jin, was really good at acting. She was perfectly portraying a promiscuous woman who was obsessed with gambling and entertainment.

Jin was also experienced in acting.

Jin grabbed Syris' hand, which had writing on it, after moistening his fingers with the remaining water in his glass, and then gently rubbed her palm with his finger to erase the writing.

“My name is Vamel, young lady.”

Clack! Clack!

Kashimir and Enya's marbles collided on the round table.

Syris pretended to explain the marble game and started explaining the detailed strategy that her companions had already planned.

“First, two marbles go up on the board.”

“Like the young lady and me now?”

"Yes."

Only Jin and Syris go up to the 2nd floor first, meaning they are the ones who will steal the item.

"Then, when the other marbles start running, the dealer's obstacles start appearing. There are too many variables, there are obstacles to avoid, and throw bigger marbles to break through. I usually prefer to break them."

“I think I like that one better.”

It means they should kill the enemies who block them while stealing the compass.

“You have to choose the marbles that break the obstacles and the marbles that run to the finish line. Even if you use almost all marbles to break the obstacles, you can run alone if there is only one left.”

Syris' gaze was subtly directed towards Enya as she spoke.

Finally, Enya is appropriate to run away with the compass means. Jin’s companions concluded that Enya would be least suspicious of any situation.

Enya felt the complete opposite of Syris. Unlike Seris, who swept away the stakes as soon as she entered the gambling den and showed off her stunning beauty, Enya was like an ant.

She had always played the role of a hot pants who bet only small amounts with a restless face. No one looked less composed than her.

"Is the explanation enough?"

“Is there anything else I need to be particularly careful about?”

"Don't hesitate too much or waver if too many marbles that remove obstacles are broken. You can't miss the opportunity. That's why the scums always lose money."

It means that even if a comrade is injured or killed, the mission would fail if one became engrossed in the emotion. Jin made eye contact with Syris with a calm face.

"It's good advice. I feel like I could easily become an expert."

In this way, Jin talked about operation with Syris until around ten o'clock at night. Then, he repeatedly lost money to Syris and showed signs of irritation.

“Ha, is the young lady a god of marble game? How can you not win a match!”

Onlookers clicked their tongues.

It wasn't just a buck or two. The money Jin lost to Syris was already going beyond thousand gold coins.

Jin was a rare type of rich sucker who lost a thousand gold coins in just a few hours at this gambling den.

“Well, it seems that young master is not good at marble game. Didn't I tell you to give up and go drink?”

"Hmph! You just want to drink alone after winning like that?"

"Are you really regretting losing a few gold coins? You have a chance to have a drink with Julia alone until tomorrow morning, you know?"

"I don't mind spending money. But as a gambler, my pride won't allow me to end like this. I may not know how to play marbles, but in other gambling games, young lady won't stand a chance!"

"Oh, you're confident in other games...?"

Ah!

Sighs of lamentation could be heard among the onlookers.

They realized that another sacrificial lamb had emerged.

"I have to make young lady suffer a crushing defeat at least once to satisfy my conscience."

"Looks like your spirit is still intact. What game do you want to play?"

"If it's cards, young lady can never beat me."

“The card game is on the second floor. Let's go, young master Vamel.”

With a wicked smile, Syris stood up, and the onlookers crowded around them, eager to witness the handsome fool surrendering all his assets to Syris and becoming a weeping mess.

Naturally, most of the people who had been on the marble table rushed to the second-floor card table. However, Alisa, Enya, and Kashimir did not leave the marble table. They had plans to carry out a distraction mission on the first floor.

The two of them took a seat next to the central card table where the deal between Zipfel and Kinzelo was taking place.

At the central card table, Zipfel representative was disguised, while Kinzelo’s representative, Chukon Todlerer, sat with a bare face, easily recognizable.

'It looks like the master of the Magic Tower, but I don't know who it is.'

As the onlookers at the table next to me began to get excited, whispers started circulating among them. Now, ten o'clock was approaching, and they had to exchange coins and items on the gambling table. However, the sudden influx of people nearby made them uneasy.

The representatives of Kinzelo and Zipfel, who were on the first floor, came up and informed the organizers about the situation. They reported that there seemed to be a nerve-wracking conflict between ordinary gamblers who had made their way up from the marble table.

‘There are 20 minutes left. Until Zipfel took out a compass on the card table.'

In twenty minutes, when the items came out, Jin and Syris would launch their surprise attack. It was crucial to make Jin lose all his bets at exactly that time and make the onlookers retreat.

‘When the onlookers leave with frustrated expressions, I'll slip away, and Syris will pretend to leave first. Then I'll follow slowly, and as the compass moves on the gambling table, I'll fire flash cannon...’

Syris will take care of the flow that makes him lose all his money in exactly 20 minutes.

However, just as Jin and his companions painstakingly planned this operation for six months, their enemies would have prepared contingency plans for all sorts of variables.

‘If we kill Chukon Todlerer or render him unable to fight, there will be no problem going down to the first floor. The probability of Zipfel’s representative being a mage stronger than Chukon is low.'

The person who appeared to be Zipfel’s representative did not seem to be over 30, even accounting for disguises. Jin did not know of any mage stronger than Chukon at that age.

Chukon, the Great Mage of Anz.

He reigns as an absolute ruler of the Great Plain of Anz on the northern continent. Unlike Kidard Hall, he was also a person that Zipfel was eager to bring to him at one time.

It was because of his unique defensive magic, famous for his 'extreme defense'. Eventually, Chukon became a member of the Dark Magic Society and now sat on the opposite side of Zipfel at the card table.

“Two hundred, and another two hundred.”

"Call."

Jin's stake started to run out at a moderate pace.

'When the flash cannon explodes, Kinzelo and Zipfel will inevitably suspect each other. But they will quickly identify me and Syris as the culprits. The confusion should last around 10 seconds.’

I had to deal with as many enemies as possible within that time.

"Hmm."

Chukon, who had been watching the losing side with sharp eyes for a while from the central card table, shook his head.

"I guess everything bothers me now that I'm getting older. I wondered if they were the thieves prepared by you.”

“Haha, you are saying something strange. Sir Chukon. If we just wanted to take the goods, would we go to such lengths? We could just refuse to return it. They're just gamblers who have nothing to do with us."

“Don’t be pretentious, Carl Ziple. Aren't you putting on a play on this island because you're cautious too? If you returned it officially, Runcandel might catch a whiff, and if you don't, we might have leaked information to Runcandel and Vermont."

“Your words are sharp, Sir Chukon.”

"I'm just saying this because you break the alliance clause and act so shamelessly without even apologizing. I have no idea what your father is up to.”

“If you get a chance, ask yourself. I don’t know if you have the guts to go find my father.”

"That's a cute sound. It's time. Bring out the item. We need to confirm it."

Jin and Syris couldn't hear the voices of the two people. The crowd was too noisy and the distance was far.

However, there were no problems with the execution of the operation.

'It's ten o'clock.'

The stakes are all gone. Jin lowered his head like a person who had lost his country, and Syris stood up from her seat with a face that seemed to have expected it.

"Unfortunately, it's over, young master. I've lost interest too. Let's just forget about drinking together."

Tick-tock, as Syris left the table, the onlookers naturally followed her.

The card table emptied in an instant. Jin glanced up and saw a bag of gold coins in the middle of the central card table.

A bag of gold coins mixed with a compass. Jin could also see Chukon opening the bag and pulling out a golden compass that was a little bigger than a gold coin.

'Now!'

Jin stepped on the table at once and threw himself into the center card table.

In his grasp, a white flash cannon was swollen, ready to explode at any moment.

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