Records of the Weakest Emperor

"Yes, let's go!" Calvin followed her example.

But then Christine suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"Who's going to pay for the tab?" She looked at Calvin.

"Do you think I have the money?" Calvin looked away and avoided her gaze.

"Wait, you were serious when you said that you'll let the Allana Martial family pay for your gambling?" Christine furrowed her eyebrows. "My dear, Calvin—don't you think that you're going too far?"

"Hey, don't call me 'dear'. People might get the wrong idea and think that we're husband and wife. Besides, I won't actually be using the money of the Allana Martial family. This is only gambling if there is a risk involved. But what if we win in every move that we do? Wouldn't our actions be called, 'withdrawing money', instead?" Calvin cheekily smiled.

Christine was doubtful.

But noticing the look of absolute confidence on his face...

Her curiosity was triggered and a look of intrigue appeared on her face.

However, she wasn't stupid.

If Calvin wanted to take advantage of their friendship to gamble the money of the Allana Martial family, then he must take a certain risk.

"Sign a promissory note."

"A promissory note?" Calvin was taken aback.

"Look at you treating me like some kind of a stranger. Aren't we friends? Why the promissory note?"

Christine looked at him as if he was stupid. "How else am I supposed to explain to the family if you ended up incurring us a huge debt?"

"A promissory note is a must!"

"This is a guarantee that if you caused the family a huge loss. I will then be able to do whatever I want with you!"

A smile suddenly appeared on Christine's face and a dreamy light suffused in her eyes.

"Why do I feel like you're starting to imagine me as your training slave?"

Calvin couldn't help but comment.

"Ahem..." Christine's cheeks abruptly blushed. Calvin's words were too ambiguous in the ears.

Of course, she might be imagining something but it was turning him into her training partner—not something as insidious as turning him into a training slave.

Taking a deep breath, she regained her composure and retorted. "Are you going to sign a promissory note, or not?"

"Cough..."

Calvin cleared his throat with a cough and looked at her in a fawning manner. "Young miss of the Allana Martial family, can you please let grant a commoner a favor and let him go?"

"No!"

Christine sternly refused.

"Are you going to sign or not? If not, then I'll get out this instant."

"Please?" Calvin was still insistent. "Think about the Fatty?"

"Why would I think about that Fatty?" Christine was immediately furious.

She turned around and was about to leave when Calvin held her arm and stopped her in her tracks.

"I'll sign, all right? I'll go ahead and sign. Geez, don't be so hasty... I was just testing your reaction, that's all!" Calvin hurriedly said.

"Testing, eh?" Christine mocked.

Then, she took a piece of paper out of nowhere and said. "Here, we'll use this."

Calvin received the piece of paper and noticed that it was blank.

"Where are the terms for the promissory note?"

"Write it yourself!" Christine simply replied.

"Really? That's quite lax? What will you do if I write that you must get married to me if I managed to gamble your clan's fortunes away?" Calvin teased.

Christine stared hard at him. "Do you dare to do so?"

"O-Of course, not..." Calvin was speechless.

Christine's attitude really was hard to grasp.

Sometimes she would be as strict as a teacher when she was being teased, but sometimes she would get easily embarrassed. Anyway, it didn't really matter.

Calvin casually wrote on the promissory note that he would take responsibility for his actions and he would compensate the Allana Martial family appropriately if he mishandled their funds and ruined their reputation.

"Satisfied?" Calvin dangled the piece of paper in front of Christine.

The young lass snatched the paper away from him and she finally revealed a smile.

"Let's see if you won't regret writing such terms on this promissory note!"

Seeing the look of anticipation on her face, Calvin couldn't help but comment. "Do you really want me to lose that much? We came here for the Fatty, at least try to act like you want me to win or something."

"S-Shut up! Of course, I want you to win! It's not like I want you to lose. You're just putting words in my mouth!" Christine abruptly blushed.

"All right, all right, let's just go in." Calvin waved his hands in dismissal and the two of them walked deeper into the casino.

Shortly after entering the Rags to Riches Casino's Main Hall, the two of them immediately garnered the attention of everyone.

Given Charlotte's outstanding appearance, no one was to blame for why the people had their eyes on them. Her flawless looks, graceful silhouette, and bearing, as well as her impeccable disposition, were all but strange against the crude bustle in the casino.

After all, those who frequented the casino were most often dirtbags and vulgar people.

Seeing Christine's looks activated their lusts.

Some of them even started to catcall.

However, there were some people that were worth their salt in terms of the knowledge that they possessed. In an instant, they identified Christine and warned their comrades not to do something stupid.

"At least, they know whom they can and cannot offend."

Calvin couldn't help but commend these hooligans for their quick actions and swift change of attitude.

But he almost keeled over into the floor when he heard someone in the crowd say...

"Who in the Goddess's name is that fellow standing beside her?"

"I don't know, he looks like a wastrel considering how he dared to bring the young daughter of the Allana Martial family in a gambling den."

"Could it be that they are lovers? What the hell? He looks pretty average to me. How did he manage to win the young lady's favor?"

"Goddamned it, this son of an ugly bitch sure is lucky..."

Christine looked at Calvin in amusement. She couldn't help but comment. "They called you ugly."

"Hmmph. Doesn't matter, I'm not that petty." Calvin flicked his sleeves and righteously said.

Although he said so, the look of displeasure on his face was a stark contrast to his words, eliciting laughter from the young lady.

In return, the crowd got angrier.

"Damn, look at them acting so lovey-dovey in a place like this!"

"Fuck, I've got to go. I'll get myself a woman to cuddle."

"Me too..."

Some of the customers outright left from the frustration of being showered by dog food.

A lot of people didn't have a good impression of Calvin for bringing in a beauty in a place full of boorish men, with nary a woman in sight.

But Calvin relished in their anger, not because he was a masochist, but because it would make those people lower their guard against him.

"Young miss of the Allana Martial family, may I know how may I help you?"

The manager of the Rags to Riches Casino stepped forward. A respectful look was on her face. Yes, the manager was a woman. To be frank, she actually looked quite beautiful if not for the fact that she had a scar on her left cheek that seemed to be in the image of a flowing river. It was obvious that she was a servant for the Yellow River Gang.

But this wasn't really surprising considering the status of women in Joselian.

Although seeing a fellow woman being abused like this left a bad taste in Christine's mouth.

"Are you the manager here?" Christine asked.

"Yes, Young miss. This one's name is Aurelia Alvarez. Please call me Bloom. I'll be your guide in our establishment."

Aurelia looked to be in her mid-thirties.

Her outfit made her look refined and respectable in contrast to the people that frequented her establishment, yet it was obvious from the purple bruises on her body that her life behind the scenes wasn't as glamorous as people thought it to be.

Christine felt sympathy.

She had always abhorred men that hurt women.

The look in her eyes softened.

But Aurelia had different thoughts. She quickly rushed out with her most professional smile the moment she heard that a member of a noble family had arrived in her establishment. However, she didn't expect that member of a noble family to be a woman and that she was also a member of the Allana Martial family that had strict rules concerning gambling.

Considering all of these, just what was the reason why Christine was here?

Aurelia grew even more uneasy when she remembered that Christine had a sister that worked closely with the law enforcement.

'Was she here to collect protection fees or bribes from us?'

'But I don't think that she's that kind of a person.'

'She most likely came here to gamble.'

'But that doesn't make sense considering their family rules...'

Aurelia thought hard and long until Christine spoke up.

"I'm not here to play. I'm here to be with him."

She pointed at Calvin.

Aurelia finally noticed the presence of an arrogant-looking young man standing beside Christine.

She composed herself and looked at Calvin with a smile.

"Young noble—"

"Calvin. It's Calvin."

Aurelia was taken aback by the interruption, but she quickly recovered. "Right. Young noble Calvin, may I know how can I help you?"

"I came here to gamble." Calvin simply replied.

"Oh..." Aurelia slightly nodded her head. "In that case, then let me bring you to the VIP room where you can have fun and have some privacy at the same time."

She offered to give Calvin a VIP Room for she knew that if some accident happened, it had to be away from the prying eyes of the public. After all, Calvin was with a member of a noble family. Someone that she couldn't possibly afford to offend.

"What VIP Room?"

But little did she knew that Calvin had other intentions.

"There's no need for a VIP Room. The bustle here feels comfortable and fitting for the occasion."

Calvin's plan required the eyes of a lot of witnesses.

After all, he knew in his a hundred years of existence that Casinos in the world of Las Felipinas often reneged on their payments.

Only when the crowd was present and with the presence of a member of a noble family would he be able to guarantee his own safety and to make sure that they wouldn't renege on their payment.

"U-Understood..." Aurelia revealed a helpless smile. "Please follow me."

Since she couldn't possibly force the customers to change their decision, she had no other choice but to guide them.

Meanwhile, inside a room somewhere in Azucar, a bald-headed middle-aged man could be seen standing behind a woman who was bent over onto the bed.

Their movements made it obvious what they were doing, but at this moment, someone barged into the room.

"Did I stutter when I said not to interrupt me?" The bald-headed middle-aged man was displeased.

"My apologies for the interruption, sir Shadis, but I have some news!" It was Charles who interrupted his pleasure.

"What news?" Shadis raised his eyebrows.

He was still thrusting in and out of the woman as he casually looked in Charles's direction, unperturbed.

The woman who was bent over frantically covered the last vestiges of her shame with a pillow.

But Charles didn't even spare her a glance as he explained. "That member of a noble family who is targeting us... is at one of our establishments! He's at Rags to Riches Casino, right now!"

"Oh?" A look of interest finally appeared on Shadis's face. "Have you found out his identity?"

"Yes... But it seems that we were mistaken. He's not a member of a noble family at all. Instead, it's his woman! He's with Christine Allana!"

Charles answered.

Shadis's movements came to an abrupt halt.

Then, his pupils suddenly constricted.

"Investigate whether that Fatty has any connection with Christine Allana. I'll give you an hour to give me a report. If you fail to do so, then you better start washing your neck so it'll be clean once I cut it off!" Shadis fiercely warned.

"Y-Y-Yes, sir Shadis!"

Charles felt a shiver down his spine, but he didn't dare to say anything as he immediately turned around and left.

The woman on the bed seemed to have been terrified by his words.

Fortunately, Shadis didn't seem to be planning on doing anything bad to her as he continued to thrust inside of her. There didn't seem to be any difference aside from the fact that he was now going to it rougher when compared to before.

However, little did the woman know that it was her fortune that she was bending over.

It was because unbeknownst to her...

There was a grim look on Shadis's face that radiated an uncompressed fury for that member of a noble family!