Seeing the poor man kneeling beside the table, Ratio's determination to win this gamble grew.

Dr. Ratio had convinced his opponent that his only goal was to win the slave and take him as his own, but his intentions were anything but. He needed to save him, and to do that, he needed to make sure his opponent was none the wiser.

"The boy's name is Aventurine,yes?" Ratio asks, folding his hands on the table in front of him, the sides of his palms resting on the face-down cards laying there.