After bidding Sera farewell, Sno tossed the six-sided die again. With a rumbling sound from the dice tower, the die fell into the small tray beneath it.
"4, third deck..." Sno checked the chart and took out an eight-sided die, tossing it down. This time, the number displayed at the very top was 8.
Following the Dice Maiden's instructions, Sno made his way to the first-class lounge on the third deck. Hearing that it was not particularly lively inside, he felt slightly disappointed. Everyone knew that most first-class passengers had money to spare. Put bluntly, this lounge existed for them to discuss business and brag.
Of course, there were occasionally unexpected cases, such as the Red Maid, who had bought a first-class ticket but could only stay in the servants' quarters.
Pushing open the door, he saw neither adorable children nor alluring noblewomen. There were only groups of two or three men with bulging bellies or knotted muscles.
This ship did not carry many passengers to begin with. Excluding the crew, there were only a few hundred passengers in total, fewer than a hundred of whom had bought first-class tickets. In this lounge, six out of ten people were actually bodyguards.
It was not that they thought the ship would encounter danger, or that these bodyguards would be of any use if pirates really appeared. They simply used them to flaunt their status. What kind of rich man went out without even bringing bodyguards? How embarrassing would that be?
Sno was not particularly interested in old Loen's Union Jack-style sense of propriety. He casually ordered a drink and took some pastries that looked fairly good from the table.
He could only say that he had not eaten very satisfactorily at lunch, so he treated this as making up for afternoon