Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

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.

fixed on Sylvester. "Mr. Gomez, who do you think will

skills, naturally spoke the language

touching the ring on his left thumb, replied, "I'm surprised that Prince Charles has taken an interest in the gambling

country-'take the essence and discard the dregs.' Gambling has been a part of Pliar's history until

was ambiguous, leaving Sylvester

and profound; there's no

green eyes sparkling,

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

it seriously, though,