Fyodor Dostoevsky The Gambler の小説・ストーリー

Knowing his intentions were enough, Miss Forger had always been optimistic and not greedy. "Complaining that I'm a bother?" He was dissatisfied and bit her nose lightly. "Who dares to say that the great boss is a bother!" Miss Forger couldn't stand it and bit him back, "I think in the future, when I'm not in a good mood, I can come here and play a few rounds. You have to earn enough money for me to gamble." "You're a gambling addict!" "So is your son." "Our son is a money maker!" Mr. Desmond said proudly.

"Oh, my god! Ridiculously ridiculous." Kasovka looked at Dominik straight in the face and said, "Share this one thing with us, Dom. What did you see beyond us?" "Yeah, tell us. As far as I know, gambling is a game based on luck rather than knowledge but you seem to prove this theory wrong. We watched you blindly put your faith in this boy all fight long like you had lived these moments in a previous life." Rodriguez quizzed. Dominik smiled, "Talking from the perspective of experience, that young man knows what he wants. With a keen eye, you'll notice it written all over him."

“I was ranked #60. My mafia name is Gambler. Anything imbued with my luck becomes a weapon. I use mostly coins and playing cards.” The Gambler was a very sick looking teen who looked like he sold his soul instead of his luck for power. He would be clumsier than usual on some days, and Zen knew the reason behind it now. Yesterday, Zen caught him loitering outside the kitchen. The Gambler left eventually without saying anything, but his actions were highly suspicious. Yet, who would have anticipated their meeting in such an alliance?

"That's exactly what I said." "Great minds." "Great bodies too," He looked me up and down. This guy just heard me say I was engaged and was still hitting on me? I like it. Reno's POV "Anyways," Nelson started. "Reno, why do you think you gamble?" "It's dangerous and thrilling. I had a lot of money that I didn't know what to do with...now I don't have any" "Was it worth it?" "It must be since I still want to gamble. It's the only thing that makes sense to me. When things get to be too much, it brings me comfort."

His smile grew larger, “So you are as they say. Interesting. Sorry to burst your bubble but I do not engage in soul trades, as you called them. You see, I am merely a gambler.” My forehead furrowed, “Excuse me?” “I gamble, fair and square and I offer wagers to those I deem worthy,” His smile grew larger, his eyes boring into mine, “I have deemed you worthy.” I scoffed. “I’m not interested.” “Oh my dearest, don’t rule it out yet. I will return and when I do, we will gamble.” There was something about his eyes that bothered me, something full of insanity. There were only a few people I had witnessed something so harrowing come about and they managed to acquire power beyond my scope.

“Sir York, every single Great Gambler is hand-picked by our family. “Not only are they skillful when it comes to gambling and luck, but they’re also extremely loyal to the family. “We treat them very well. They live pretty lavish lives with lots of bodyguards keeping them safe. “These people would never betray the family under these circumstances.” Harvey nodded lightly. “Your Great Gamblers might not have betrayed you before, and they might not betray you in the future, but that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t betray you now.” Fabian froze. “What do you mean?” Harvey stared at the eyes of the middle-aged man. “Have you paid attention to his sluggish eyes? He seems like a person who just woke up,