“A bet… that sounds interesting.”

Claude, now wearing a relaxed smile, paused dramatically. Ghislain raised an eyebrow and asked again.

“So? Are you in or not?”

“Of course… How could I miss such a wager? After all, the blood of a gambler flows in my veins.”

“Do you even have anything left to wager? I’m not accepting the rest of your lifespan, just so you know.”

“I’m well aware.”

Though others didn’t know, Claude was already out of years to wager. Through countless reckless bets, he had lost his remaining lifespan so many times that he now owed 278 years …