I Picked Up the Trash Others Threw Away - Chapter 4.1

Chapter 4.1

“Your circumstances are unfortunate, but it’s not something I’d count on.”

But Trish’s answer was relentless.

“No, you’ll do it even if you don’t want to. I’m going to make it happen.”

“It seems like you don’t understand…”

Even though I was being quite stubborn, I couldn’t help it. It was a desperate situation.

If I didn’t catch this man, I might run out of the wedding hall on the wedding day, screaming after looking at the face of the old man who would become my husband.

No, I might flee before then.

Even though my father wouldn’t just sit still and watch me run away.

Would I have wanted to marry this man? I thought about attracting another man by getting dressed up and using my beauty, but I couldn’t use my face as a weapon because I didn’t have any cosmetics as well as a servant to help me dress up.

Precious gemstones also need to be polished to shine, right?

If it wasn’t for the dress I was wearing, I would have been treated like a commoner. The Delphonie family was not in such a good position.

This was the reason why I couldn’t just abandon my household and run away right away. The money I had worked so hard to save up until now was not enough to build a post-independence life. What if it was only enough for travel expenses?

“I don’t intend to make any threats or make any other conditions in order to get married. I just need you to help me avoid the arranged marriage. It’s not that difficult.”

“If news comes out that I am to marry a young lady, no matter how long the contract lasts, we must be tied up for at least a year. There’s something called family honor, right?”

“If you cheat, you can do it discreetly, and if you gamble, you just have to take care not to get caught. I’ll live quietly among your family, so you can do as you please.”

Trish leaned back against the wall and fell into thought.

He seemed to be considering whether this marriage would really benefit him and whether a contract with no other intentions would be right for him.

I wouldn’t get another chance to meet Trish anyway, so I had to catch this man even if I acted irrationally. I was going to use this man’s favorite hobby, gambling, as bait.

“First of all, should we move somewhere better? I don’t know if there’s an open coffee house at this time.”

“There’s a pub that sells alcohol and the like. It’s better than here anyway, so let’s go.”

Unlike me, who hesitated in the dreary atmosphere, Trish walked towards his destination without hesitation as if he were familiar with this back alley.

The place he went to was a pub that looked more like an old beerhouse, but it was a place where it was relatively easy to talk because it was quieter than the gambling house or other bars.

After ordering a drink for him and a cup of coffee for me, we continued talking.

“You like to gamble, right? As a sign of trust, let me show you a game. It’s a board game played with dice, and there’s a way to determine victory.”

A hobby that I enjoyed in my previous life. Board games.

I started playing at a school club, and even after I became an office worker, I ran a board game club every weekend and tried all kinds of games worth playing.

I knew various games and rules that didn’t exist in this era, so I was going to use that to give Trish a few tips to earn money.

‘If I tell him about a game that’s hard to find in this world, he’ll naturally get interested.’

There was only one difference between gambling and gaming. Whether money or similar property was at stake.

In other words, the card games and dice games enjoyed by people of this era were all board games. If I became a dealer and revealed a new board in Trish’s favorite gambling establishment, he would also be interested in me.

“A board game? I don’t think the Lady has ever frequented a gambling establishment, so how do you know about that?”

“It’s not a game where you usually bet money. But when real money goes into it, it’s a different story. Isn’t that what gambling is all about?”

It was a famous board game where if you bet real money, you would be robbed of all your possessions and even owe money.

It was a game called ‘Blue Marble’, and he just needed to know that it was a game where you win if you make your opponent go bankrupt, even if the rules or boards are not accurate.

It was a somewhat copyrighted game name, but let’s ignore that.

I had already made the board of the game to persuade Trish.

I took out the paper folded in the inside pocket of my dress, opened it, and explained the rules of the game to Trish, who was puzzled.

“To put it simply, it’s a game where you just roll the dice and build a house in the country you came to. When your opponent comes to the country where you have a house, you take taxes from them and make them go bankrupt.”

“So the bottom line is that you rely on dice luck. How can you win?”

“Well…”