The seven of them lit up with delight, staring greedily at the chips before them.
"Lord Werther, can I cash in these chips without gambling?"
Morgans, president of the World Economy News Paper, was the calmest of the group. He cautiously put the question to Werther.
"Of course. These chips are yours now. You can gamble with them or cash them in.
"But with an opportunity like this, I think most people would take a chance."
The seven understood that Werther was handing them money, which only made them more excited.
"Hahaha! Lord Werther is generous. Today's a fine day, and I'm playing a round no matter what.
"As they say, eating, drinking, and chasing women only cost you money. Gambling's the one vice where you might win it back."
Du Feld, the God of Fortune, laughed. Beneath his small sunglasses, his eyes gleamed so brightly they almost seemed to shine through the lenses.
"Lord Werther, I'd like to exchange these chips for cash."
Gigra, the Organ Hunter, stood up, his voice hesitant.
"Go ahead. You can cash them in right now."
Gigra snatched up his chips and hurried out of the VIP Room.
"Spineless fool. All he can do is steal people's organs. Someone will kill him sooner or later."
Du Feld, the God of Fortune, snorted and toyed with the chips in front of him.
"Then let's begin. Oh, and if I have business for you in the future, I'll come to the six of you. Don't worry about payment. I won't be stingy."
Werther had no use for someone too timid to play even one round, especially when he had given them the money for free.
The six remaining guests exchanged glances and quietly breathed sighs of relief. Losing Werther's favor would have cost them far more