As they made their entrance into the Enchantment Casino, a throng of individuals swarmed around them.


    The Enchantment Casino wielded considerable influence within both the underworld and the city’s legitimate circles of power in Muvrand, under the jurisdiction of two major factions.


    The banquet hall on the casino’s topmost third floor served as a social hub for the city’s elite, its opulent veneer consistently concealing a deeper underbelly.


    The casino’s second floor was designated for the leisure and entertainment of the city’s upper echelon.


    It naturally served as a sanctuary for the shadowy world of gambling.


    Within the elevator of the Enchantment Casino, Nigel pressed the button for the second floor.


    Brayden furrowed his brow and queried, “Mr.


    Kelly, aren’t we supposed to be attending the banquet? Why are we heading to the second floor?”


    He cast a vignt nce in Nigel’s direction.


    In contrast, Nigel erupted into heartyughter.


    “Mr.


    Mitchell is here for the banquet but how could he resist a visit to our casino?


    The legendary God of Gambling has also graced our casino with her presence.


    Mr.


    Mitchell, wouldn’t you like to meet this renowned God of Gambling?”


    Brayden, somewhat taken aback, remarked from the sidelines, “The Magician is actually in Muvrand?!”


    Ding Dong!


    As the elevator doors gracefully parted, the resonant buzz from the second floor immediately flooded the senses.


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    Two rows of impably attired bodyguards, standing sentinel at the entrance, offered a deep bow to Nigel and addressed him with utmost deference.


    “Mr.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    Kelly!”


    Nigel, a genial demeanor gracing his countenance, emerged first from the elevator, turned around, and smiled at Bryson, gesturing toward the casino.


    “Mr.


    Mitchell, if you would be so kind as to follow me.


    ”


    Bryson, a man of few words, exited without a sound.


    Upon crossing the threshold into the casino’s exuberant domain, the ceaseless tumult enveloped them.


    “Step right up! ce your wagers,dies and gentlemen!”


    In the distance, amotion erupted around a group engaged in a spirited dice game, swiftly seizing their attention.


    Nigel, with a graceful gesture, presented the intriguing spectacle before them.


    “This, my friend, is the renowned ‘Magician,’ the God of Gambling.


    Would you care to test your fortune alongside me, Mr.


    Mitchell?”


    Bryson, a portrait of stoic indifference, regarded the veiled woman in the vicinity, choosing silence over affirmation.