Chapter 157 Sylvester's Sarcasm

The tournament was held in the center of the casino, in its grandest hall. There wasn't a variety of fancy gimmicks to the event other than the reigning champion, the order of the other contestants was determined by a random draw. Lela, the current champion who dethroned the previous titleholder, which was precisely why the Grape Casino had extended a special invitation for her participation. Sylvester was seated in the front row with Prince Charles of Country Y to his right.

Perhaps due to their royal lineage, members of Country Y's royal family were notably attractive. Charles, for example, possessed fair skin and deep-set features.

Charles, the brother of the Welsh, marketed their brotherly bond abroad, which the people of Country Y found deeply gratifying.

However, Charles's influence had grown even more significant after marrying the most prestigious diplomat from a renowned family in Country Y. His reputation was now on the verge of eclipsing that of the King of Wales.

As the two men conversed, Sylvester seemed indifferent, responding only occasionally.

eyes fixed on Sylvester. "Mr. Gomez, who do you think will come out on top

his strong diplomatic skills, naturally spoke

that Prince Charles has taken an interest in the gambling arts of

dregs.' Gambling has been a part of Pliar's history until now, suggesting it must be the essence. I've always been fascinated by

sarcastic or sincere was ambiguous, leaving Sylvester uncertain

and profound; there's no shortage of refined

piqued Charles's interest, his green eyes sparkling, "Oh? Do tell, I'm

tapped on the couch rhythmically, his tone crisp with a hint of sarcasm that only a careful listener could detect, "The Prince might want to delve deeper into the culture-it could be enlightening." Prince

it seriously,

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