"Enna, it's your turn."
It was Enna Clark's turn to roll the die again.
This time, Enna wasn't as carefree as before. She furrowed her brows and picked up the dice.
Sometimes it seemed that the more you wished to avoid something, the more likely it was to happen.
She threw a 3.
Adam Sinclair moved her crystal figurine three steps, then turned cheerfully to Baron Lawrence and said, "Baron, 1.5 million."
1.5... million?
Enna inhaled sharply as she saw her figurine land exactly on a spot illustrated with flames. It read, "Injury medical expenses 150, and rest one turn."
So in the time it took for her to roll the dice twice, she had already lost 1.65 million? And this was just the beginning?
At this rate, going broke was a normal outcome.
Baron Lawrence seemed completely unconcerned as he threw another golden Chip into the pot. "Continue!"
