The three middle-aged male gamblers were all potbellied, looking thoroughly well-fed and bloated.
They looked nearly identical, even down to their hair color and facial details.
They were, surprisingly, a rare set of triplet brothers.
The men were impeccably dressed, reclining halfway in high-backed chairs lined with soft silk cushions.
With a casual push of their chips, beautiful dealers placed the bets for them.
Meanwhile, voluptuous maids brought their breasts close to their mouths as crimson wine flowed down.
This was extravagant wine served by beautiful attendants, a treatment ordinary people could never enjoy.
As for the sole female gambler, she appeared to be in her thirties. She was exceptionally well maintained, without a single wrinkle on her face, and her skin was as delicate as a young girl's.
On the Endless Continent, preserving one's youth was far easier than extending one's lifespan.
Many noblewomen were actually far older than they appeared.
This noblewoman gambler behaved even more boldly than the triplet brothers.
Anyone able to sit at the same table and gamble against Baron Eddie had to be someone of considerable wealth.
Of course, here, they were all shills arranged by Gold Coin Symphony.
Everyone wanted to see the baron reduced to something as lowly as an ant.
They would personally mark Seaka Bang City with the symbol of destruction.
Seated at the head of the table, Baron Eddie Nickles held a large cup of hallucinogenic poison wine brewed from betel hemp fruit.
This fruit was one of the primary ingredients used to make paralyzing poison.
Even its leaves carried a mild toxicity. Chewing them caused numbness and was accompanied by slight hallucinations.
This poisoned wine kept Baron Eddie Nickles in an intensely excited state.
His reason had been completely suppressed, and his mind was filled solely with the