"Let's have another round, one more round."
"Take a break." Looking at Lupher, whose face was covered with paper slips, Armand reluctantly put down the cards, "Besides, we'll have to meet with Master Quivarin later, so pull yourself together."
"He's an old man with one foot in the grave, does he care about such formalities?" Lifting the door curtain's fringe of paper slips, Lupher glanced at the pendulum clock but still insisted on having another round with Armand.
Armand had no choice but to signal to the maid beside him, asking her to let Lupher win a few rounds.
Otherwise, Lupher, being both poor at the game and fond of playing, wouldn't be satisfied unless he won.
However, before this round could start, a servant knocked on the door: "Master Lupher, Chief Justice Quivarin is arriving soon, do you need to freshen up?"
Lupher, having played cards all night, had dark circles under his eyes and disheveled hair, making it impossible for him to meet Quivarin in such a state.
