Chapter 38 Brady walks into a trap (2)
The wealth and industries accumulated over hundreds of years have made the Elect family the only family, besides the royal family, that can influence the empire's economy on its own.
Moreover, although the Elect family does not have an outstanding puppeteer, they have been using huge funds to invest in and develop auxiliary industries related to puppeteers.
This allowed them to establish extremely deep connections with many prominent puppeteer families.
Just like the Duke of Christiana's family, which has had a long history since its establishment.
Although many nobles have complaints about the Duke of Elect's family out of contempt or jealousy.
But in reality, there are not many people who really dare to anger the Elect family.
On the other hand, the Viscount Ulysses family, where Brady was born, was once just a poor baronial family with a small piece of barren territory and was unknown in the empire.
It was not until Brady's father's generation that brilliant military exploits were made in the war more than ten years ago.
After single-handedly repelling tens of thousands of monsters that swept across the eastern part of the empire, the Ulysses family became a household name in the empire, and the royal family promoted their title to viscount.
But after that, Brady's father, a rare genius puppeteer, was neglected and relegated to the border territory.
He was neither granted any official position nor was he reused by the empire to achieve more brilliant achievements.
Ever since he first met Alfred, Brady has always felt that this is extremely unfair.
Why did his father, who was such an excellent puppeteer and had made such brilliant achievements, end up becoming a country lord?
Alfred's father was clearly a useless puppeteer who couldn't even summon a puppet, yet he was able to become a duke and own half of the empire's wealth.
In Brady's eyes, whether it is the status of a duke, wealth or those lovely girls, they should all belong to him because he is the son of a hero.
A loser like Alfred doesn't deserve these things at all.
(Those things should have belonged to my father, and they should have belonged to me too... Just wait, I will make the world realize that you are a piece of trash who is unworthy of everything, and I will take back everything that originally belonged to me.)
"Brady...Brady! It's our turn."
Mark's call brought Brady back to reality.
"It's so noisy, I know!"
Brady responded unhappily and snatched the meal from the restaurant waiter in a very rude manner.
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After the unpleasant lunch, Brady took Mark and Dutt to the underground casino located in the shopping street.
Although it is not as lively as the previous two days because of the start of school.
But in the deepest part of the casino, the arena where the puppets fought to the death was still surrounded by people.
"Well, Brady, are you sure you want to gamble? Why don't we quit while we're ahead? Besides, we won a lot of credits in the past two days. There's no need for us to come here now, right?"
Mark persuaded with some timidity.
The reason he was so scared was that he had just learned this morning that students in the elementary department were not allowed to participate in gambling.
If you are caught entering an underground casino, you will be punished to a certain extent by the student union.
"If you want to go back, go ahead, but I won't bring you with me next time."
Brady glanced at Mark with disdain and said.
"Even if we're caught by the student council, it won't be a big deal. Didn't the seniors tell us that all we'll do is confiscate our gambling earnings and fine us a few credits as a warning."
"But, but the student council members are so scary..."
Mark continued without giving up.
"Tsk, Mark, you are such a coward. Play if you want, Duterte, let's go."
Brady decisively chose to ignore Mark and took Dutt to the ring to prepare for the bet.
The reason he came here was to earn credits.
On the one hand, Brady wanted credits and rent the single-family dormitory he had always dreamed of.
On the other hand, Brady had heard that someone was planning to start an underground betting game on the upcoming duel between Alfred and Lucius.
Although he also felt strange, why would anyone be willing to bet a lot of credits on that loser Alfred to win.
But Brady doesn't care about the specific reasons.
He wanted to prepare as many credits as possible.
In this way, not only could he enjoy watching the annoying Alfred being beaten up this afternoon, but he could also earn a large amount of credits for free and have a good time in the academy.
However, this time it was not as smooth as before.
"Tsk, what's wrong with that loser? Why can't he win?!"
Brady couldn't help but roar when he saw the puppet he bet on being defeated and torn apart by his opponent.
He originally had more than 13,000 credits on hand.
In order to collect as many credits as possible before the duel begins.
Brady bet half of his credits in one go, betting that the torn puppet would win.
In just a short while, seven thousand credits were wasted.
Mark and Dutt, who followed Brady in placing bets, also turned pale and were speechless for a long time.
"Well, that Brady...why don't we just go back today? It seems like we're not very lucky today."
Mark suggested, stuttering.
"Stop talking so much! I will definitely win the next round. If you want to leave, just go back. But let me be frank. If you leave now, I won't tell you how to bet in the future."
Brady yelled impatiently.
"I, I know... B-But if we lose the next round, we should leave."
Brady ignored Mark and went to place his bet.
Just like that, before the duel even started, the three of them had lost all the credits they had.
"Damn it! Those guys must be rigging a fake match. It's obvious that the puppets I chose are stronger, so why did they lose?"
Brady roared helplessly, but this time even Mark and Dutt ignored him.
Because both of them were dejected about losing all their credits, they had no time to pay attention to Brady.
"Hey, what's going on with you two? Are you dissatisfied with me?"
Brady asked sarcastically, annoyed by the two's cold reactions.
"No, no... It's just that we don't have any credits now, and I haven't bought the tools I need for alchemy science yet... What should I do after the class officially starts the day after tomorrow?"
Dutt replied worriedly.
"You're such an idiot, you can just borrow something like that from someone else!"
"But who should we borrow from... We don't have any particularly close classmates in our class, right?"
Mark's question went straight to the point, leaving Brady speechless for a moment.