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Chapter 307: Not Chess But Poker

"Sure, and do teach him of the Embodiment method while you\'re at it."

"Oh, so we\'re goin\' into that room again? Sounds like it\'ll be a right blast, cards and all!"

The Paragon\'s \'fog\' began to shift, and within moments it dissipated as the figure behind it disappeared alongside a few words that he left behind:

"Do enjoy yourselves."

Still caked in purple \'fog,\' courtesy of the realm, Ms. Knight was the first to stand up as she stepped towards the massive gate, leading outside of the meeting room.

Mr. Bishop stood up next, yet he didn\'t follow the dwarf and tapped the bishop-like buttons on his collar, disappearing just like Mr. Player.

"That guy never stays behind unless it\'s important."

Those words from Ms. Knight were obviously telling Emir not to take his exit to heart, but he didn\'t even notice that as he quietly stared at the table directly in front of him.

The space was no longer empty, it housed something. Something that he requested.

It was the sunglasses.

\'And here I was, waiting for \'em, thinking that he forgot...\'

Emir snickered and gingerly picked up the sunglasses, feeling the weight in his hand.

The frame, as dark as the deepest cavern, bore the outline of a grey pawn chess piece on each side, near the lenses, small, but noticeable. The blackness of the lenses was profound, almost swallowing any hint of light that dared to approach.

As he ran his fingers over the surface, he could feel the smoothness of the thin frame and the slightly raised detailing of the pawn\'s silhouette. Even an amateur like himself could see that the craftsmanship was exceptional, almost magical, especially the darkness of the lenses. When he put the sunglasses on, his sight experienced an immediate transformation.

The lenses were so dark that they rendered everything around him invisible. It was as if he had closed his eyes. No glint of them was visible through the shades, creating a world outside that was eclipsed.

Yet that eclipse was only momentary.

After a blink, his eyes saw the world like normal, almost as if the shades he wore were nonexistent.

It seemed that this item truly was magical-perhaps a relic or a holy one.

Mr. Board, the only one who had waited for Emir, gave him another moment so that his fascination would go over, and then commented while standing up:

"It is a Holy Relic, every time we touch our symbols, Mr. Player\'s eyes fall upon us."

He continued to explain while heading to the gate.

"We use it to notify him of things. A few examples, if we\'re ready for the exchange we agreed upon in a previous meeting, we tap it, or to tell him if we can\'t make it to the meeting, we tap it, or simply tap it to leave said meeting after its conclusion. All you have to know is that if your Aether has the intention of wanting his attention while your finger hovers over the item, then he would know."

Though a lot to take in, this whole meeting was in fact, Emir still took it in with long strides and nodded, standing up and trailing after Mr. Board.

"Good that it isn\'t complicated."

The gate slowly closed behind them as they left the room, and began walking the long halls, now filled with \'fog.\'

"Hm, of course, Mr. Player knows much and simplifies all for us, his people."

Emir didn\'t comment and moved on to something else, not wanting to mess with a fanatical Elf.

"So, where\'s the room?"

Mr. Board nodded his head towards the distance and said:

"Not far, just fifty or so steps down... By the way, I must ask..."

It appeared to be a private question, so Emir gave him permission with a:

"Yes?"

Given acceptance, he continued:

"The others refrained from inquiring, deeming it sensitive. Yet, in our solitude, I deem it prudent to quell my curiosity. What surprises me more about what you had done is the readiness of a physical scroll upon your sudden transport, rather than foreknowledge of Mr. Player\'s desire for them. You\'ve not a storage item, and your sunglasses are new, not upgraded."

Emir shrugged his shoulders.

"As you already know, Lady of Time told me about this meeting, \'She...\' well, \'She\' planned for all of this, I only made sure that I was prepared. And about that... Had some free time to write down the script that I\'d found in a friend\'s crib; I held on to it while waiting for a day like this, though never for the life of me did I expect to be teleported like that."

The Elf chuckled at his woes, only finding them amusing, and slowed down his steps as they neared the door.

This earned a shaking head from Emir.

"Trust me, Mr. Board, one day Mr. Player will cause someone a heart attack, you really gotta think of the way you let people in more, almost broke my neck."

A sudden, but subtle, transformation occurred as Mr. Board heard his words to their end.

The once relaxed demeanor between the two, turned sharp, on edge.

It seemed that Emir stepped on a land mine.

Was it on purpose or not?

Only the man himself knew, and well, it didn\'t matter to Mr. Board, for he stepped his foot

down, setting a clear boundary.

"Are you implying that Mr. Player doesn\'t know best?"

"No, not at all."

Emir immediately backed off, now understanding which lines he shouldn\'t cross.

With a smile, he moved the conversation forward, sidestepping the landmine and wanting to calm him back down.

"Since we\'re both being curious here, tell me, what\'s done to the leftover scrolls?"

Mr. Board stared at him with dagger-like eyes underneath the glasses, obviously knowing

what Emir\'s actions were for, and then pushed them up while stepping through the hazy door.

"They await our arrival."

That simple sentence was both an answer and a statement for the other chess pieces in the room they entered, where jazz played in the background.

It looked similar to the last, with the ground adorned by a red carpet, brown walls, and rows

of curtains.

What differed was that instead of a lone table, the place contained many of all kinds.

And the reason for that was because the place looked to be a casino.

Yes, it was a casino.

\'Now what the hell does a casino have anything to do with the Embodiment method?\'

Emir\'s sharp gaze surveyed the room, taking in the lively space.

The casino was divided into sections, each catering to a different aspect of chance and

fortune.

Those who would clink chips on poker and blackjack had their tables surrounding the center, which featured a roulette, the wheel spinning as a few chess pieces tried their luck.

No slot machines adorned the space, only their vibrant lights, and enticing sounds, setting

the mood for the place as if this was made solely for collective gambling.

"Follow me."

Caring not for Emir\'s surprise, Mr. Board walked forward towards the others, nearing a poker

table.

Emir, getting out of his daze, followed after him while his eyes explored the space.

A discreet entrance at the far end of the room caught his attention, hinting at a more exclusive section, perhaps the reason for this place\'s existence, concealed by a set of heavy curtains.

His gaze lingered, curiosity sparking within him.

\'Whatever they\'re planning will end up with me going in there I bet.\'

"I\'ll be house."

Mr. Boards stated, getting Emir out of his thoughts, and stood where the dealer would.

Emir nodded and sat on one of the six chairs surrounding the table. Meanwhile, all the chess pieces ended their games and congregated towards the two.

"I ain\'t tossin\' much into the bettin\' pot today, got Mr. King to settle with, ye know."

Ms. Knight commented while sitting to Emir\'s left.

"Oh right, it\'ll be fine if I bet and pay any losses later, right? Don\'t have my coins on me."

"Yep, don\'t worry about it; most space virgins don\'t have storage items."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Ms. Queen said with a chuckle as she sat to his right.

"I meant to ask, but the opportunity escaped me... storage items? Like storage rings in those

cultivation novels?"

She nodded, and her hand subtly brushed against his as she placed it on the table\'s green surface, leaving multiple stacks of coins that appeared out of nowhere.

"Correct... My earrings, once used only to contact Mr. Player, now work as storage items. If

you want your sunglasses to have that capability as well, then just buy a storage item and give

it to Mr. Player. He\'ll add that for you, free of charge."

Emir nodded and put his right hand on the table.

"I\'ll match her stack-two hundred Vez for me. And thanks, but nah, that\'s alright; I\'d rather

have a second ring."

His \'Stack\' wasn\'t even how much Valora he had, as it was only around a hundred and forty-

six, a fifty less than he asked for, yet such a gamble didn\'t even show on his face, he acted like

a natural.

Meanwhile, Ms. Queen noticed the ring he had on, which showed a cracked skull that had two horns protruding out of it.

"You\'ve got more devilish stuff than me, Mr. Pawn, and I\'m supposed to be the one that

corrupts."

He chuckled and looked to her right. Seeing Mr. King and Mr. Rook place their coins on the

table.

One had a \'Stack\' much, much higher than the other, almost blocking his own view due to how

high it was. Measly three hundred compared to one thousand.

"Haha! I tower over all again; nothing differed!"

"Doesn\'t matter, that pawn will win everything... They\'re always so lucky..."

Ms. Knight, who was unusually quiet for the past few seconds, placed her coin as well,

showing off her \'Stack,\' which looked pitiful in comparison to the rest, only amounting to a

hundred.

"My crew\'ll skin me alive for this, but mark my words, I\'m gonna win!"

And just as they all confirmed themselves to be ready, Mr. Board stated:

"Let the last phase begin."