"So we have to gamble with time too, right?"
Shade understood that he was definitely going to miss Miss Goode's visit. He could leave now, but there was no telling when he would be able to come back again. With the Year-End Festival approaching, he did not want to leave such a hidden danger in his home.
But time really was the only suitable stake he had at the moment. He would never gamble things like his lifespan, abilities, or soul. If it were not necessary, someone as disgusted by gambling as he was would never use this place.
"I do not have many stakes, so I only want to know how to prevent people who come to my house from accidentally entering this place again."
Now that he had confirmed there really was a hidden door on the 1st Floor, as long as he could ensure that door caused no further incidents, Shade would have plenty of time to deal with it later.
The bald man replied:
"There are many effective methods, but some are simple and some difficult. How much are you willing to stake?"
Shade tested the waters:
"Will these clothes do?"
The man across the gambling table only smiled without speaking, leaving Shade no choice but to say:
"Then two hours of time."
When the other party still said nothing, Shade raised the stake again:
"Three hours."
"Very well. The rules remain the same."
He pointed to the remaining deck beside him:
"There is no need to cut the cards again this time. How many cards will you take before standing?"
The noisy sounds within the thin fog formed an almost perfect backdrop, one that easily stirred people into greater excitement. After the first round, Shade had already understood that destiny could turn toward either side