I Picked Up the Trash Others Threw Away - Chapter 3.1

Chapter 3.1

“I think the stakes are sufficient. And what if you lose, Miss?”

“I’ll give you all this and quietly disappear. You don’t have anything to lose, do you?”

That’s right. If he lost this gamble, there was no problem at all as he only needed to listen to me. Listening to some stories wasn’t particularly difficult.

But if he won, he would be able to take the pouch of money I had been diligently collecting.

There was virtually no reason to refuse. Trish nodded coldly and spoke roughly to the people he had been playing with.

“Split the stakes yourselves.”

I didn’t know if the card I picked for Trish was the right one or not. However, seeing Trish throwing out his hand without any regret at all, it seemed that the game was difficult to win from the beginning.

While they were sharing the stakes with excitement, Trish sat at another table and beckoned me to come.

Unlike before, he had a gentlemanly attitude as if he was dealing with a noble lady.

“Is it okay for me to choose the game?”

“Anything but that card game. I heard you’re good at it.”

“There would be no reason for a woman like you to step in here if you heard the rumors about me. I’m getting curious.”

His attitude changed completely just by showing him the money pouch.

This was why money was so great. In the past and now, the age of materialism was the same.

I intended to induce Trish to choose the game he was most confident in. The part where this man collapsed in the original novel was the scene where he was exposed as having cheated in gambling.

The male protagonist in the original work, the crown prince, infiltrates the gambling house disguising himself as a commoner in order to defeat Trish, who flirted with the heroine whenever he had the chance.

Then, while gambling with high stakes, he caught Trish cheating in front of him.

After he was caught being a fraud, not only did he lose all his money, but he was also kicked out of the gambling house. This was why this man, who was a nobleman, frequented the gambling houses in the back alley, not the casino the fancy nobles went to.

However, his hand habits were still bad, and he was still cheating.

Thanks to the male protagonist, I knew exactly what kind of scam Trish was doing.

If I caught him at a critical moment and went on a rampage saying that he was cheating, he would try to stop me somehow.

I was going to aim for that moment. Trish was definitely going to cheat.

“Let’s do a single round. You just have to find out which of these three cups has the coin. Easy, right?”

“Simple and good. Mix them up.”

Finding the hidden coin. In one word, it was a ‘scam’.

It was a technique involving good hand skills that only worked in the back alleys, but Trish was quite good at it, so he hadn’t been caught so far.

Or perhaps the author didn’t know much about gambling and used this shallow technique to make the male protagonist stand out. Was it an illusion that the latter was somehow more likely?

Placing the coin in the middle cup, Trish began to spin the cups at a rapid pace.

Ordinary people would only see the cups move, but I, on the contrary, was looking at his hand movements.

Even if I were to choose the cup where the coin was first placed, there would be no coin inside anyway. Why? Because the coin was in Trish’s hand.

To be exact, there was one coin inside the cup and one in his hand.

But what he put inside the cup was not a coin. It was a coin-shaped magnet.

There was another magnet attached to the cup, and when he lifted the cup, the coin magnet would stick to it and not be visible.

He would quickly lift another cup so that the other person couldn’t see the interior, and at the same time put the coin in his hand inside it. Lest the other person suspect it.

I wondered if that worked in theory, but it did. It wasn’t for nothing that there was a line in a movie that said that hands were faster than eyes.

However, I had no intention of explaining that route step by step and revealing Trish’s fraudulent behavior.

I didn’t come here to do justice; I came here to get his attention.

“Now, take your pick…”

“Stop moving! Just now… you cheated, didn’t you?”

Attacking first was the key to winning. Shouting loudly and getting the attention of the gambling hall!

“Wh-what do you mean I cheated?”

T/N: Happy Halloween everyone!