"Clink~" A gold crown fell onto the large round table covered with a tablecloth. On the front of the gold crown was the national flower of Brittania—a lily, and on the back was the portrait of the First Knight King Arthur, inscribed with Arthur's birth and death dates.
"I must say, Lord Laine, you really have no talent for this game." A shiny-faced merchant with bright eyes sat across from Laine, with red wine and a stack of gold crowns placed on the table: "Just as you said."
"...Yes, you're right, Mr. Oliver, I truly have no talent for this game." Laine looked somewhat enviously at Oliver's "tower" made of nine gold crowns stacked vertically, then lightly laughed and conceded: "Alright, I admit defeat."
The tower of gold crowns was toppled over.
