I Picked Up the Trash Others Threw Away - Chapter 2.2

Chapter 2.2

“Even the drunkards here know that you have a bad hand habit. If you do something in vain one more time, be prepared to be struck by a sword.” Trish pointed his chin at the man named Lytton and added, “And, Miss, this is not a place you can enter recklessly. Why don’t you go back before you meet even more dangerous people?”

He quickly stopped paying attention to me and began to focus on the cards he was holding.

I didn’t know if it was a good thing or not, but he was quite confident in his gambling skills and made a considerable amount of money like this.

So when he flirted with the heroine in the original work, he tried to seduce her with expensive jewelry. Though I didn’t know if he had used money as collateral to take it, or if it was really an accessory he bought with the heroine in mind.

I knew what it meant to attract attention in moments like this because I had experienced such a card game before.

I didn’t know what the rules of this game were, but the meaningless behavior just needed to be stopped.

It was something done on purpose to distract and disturb one’s concentration.

“Oh, you shouldn’t do that.”

Trish’s hand froze as he was about to draw a spade card.

He frowned at me as if asking what that meant. He must have reacted so because I was interrupting with words that bothered him when he had to focus on the game.

But my intervention wasn’t over.

“Are you going to play that here? Are you confident? When the game looks like this?”

“… Why don’t you stop bothering me and go back, Miss?”

“I’m trying to help you win. Hey, if it were me, I would play this.”

As I poked the heart card with my finger, I could feel a strange tension coming from the people around me, and their gaze was different.

I thought they were going to tell me not to interfere, but they didn’t even talk to me. They were just looking at Trish.

After a moment of hesitation, Trish held out the seven of hearts to the board as I suggested.

Then, the next player flinched his shoulders and began to examine his hand. I guess it wasn’t what he was expecting.

I thought it was a normal game of poker at first, but when I looked at how they played their hands, it seemed like they were using this gambling house’s own set of rules, which were different from the basic ones.

In that case, it was impossible to determine whether this board was advantageous or disadvantageous for Trish.

So I decided to just step in to get that man’s attention.

“Ah… So you’re playing that. Is it okay?”

“If it were me, I would bet here. Does anyone want to play a betting game? No?”

“Hey, this won’t do. I’ll have to go for the next round.”

Bang!

Unable to hear anything more, Trish pounded loudly on the table and stood up.

Everyone held their breaths and moved their gaze towards Trish and me.

… Have I gone crazy?

Not caring about whether the others could see his hand, he threw his chips and cards onto the table and strode towards me.

Judging from the fierce stiffness on his face, it felt like he was going to grab me by the collar right away.

Was there a description in the novel that this man also beat women?

I wondered if I had interfered too much and regretted it a little, but since I had already started it, I thought it would be okay to go out like a fearless person.

“Have you thought about talking to me now?”

“I thought that I should kick you out of here. Hey, weren’t outsiders prohibited?”

Damn it, was he trying to kick me out since I wasn’t getting out of his sight?

I threw a gold coin at the guards who had begun approaching us to look the other way and then took out the pouch I had hidden in my pocket.

What was this pouch? It was an emergency fund that Audrey had saved up one coin at a time before the possession.

But what if I left an emergency fund like this under my bed? It would be easy to steal.

Well, since I’m Audrey Delphonie now anyway, it shouldn’t be a problem.

Isn’t there a saying that you can survive entering a tiger’s den if you just keep calm? If that was the case, once I entered the lunatics’ den, it would be enough to go crazy like them.

As expected, Trish’s eyes headed for the thick-looking pouch. I could feel him react purely to the money, his eyes shining brightly.

Considering his blatant attitude, tempting him wouldn’t be as difficult as I thought.

I gave him an irresistible sweet offer with a grin.

“Would you like to gamble with me? On the condition that you listen to what I have to say if I win.”

Trish’s eyes twinkled.

As expected. I knew he would be persuaded by this method.