Chapter 87: Making Money, and a Date?
"Then tell me, how exactly do you plan on making money?"
Celia's face was full of disbelief. "Let's get this straight beforehand—robbery and theft don't count! Things are too tense right now; don't go looking for more trouble for us!"
"Of course I wouldn't resort to robbery or theft!" Ansu said, exasperated. "I am a Friend of the Church and a model citizen. How could I do something so illegal?"
"Then your idea is...?" Celia looked at Ansu expectantly.
The events of the past few days had left her feeling cornered on all sides, but seeing Ansu's smug, confident expression suddenly made her feel much lighter.
"Did I ever tell you? My father was actually quite the gambler." Ansu chuckled. "Though I'm far from his level, I've inherited a bit of my old man's talent for the game."
"Dr. Morris?" Celia knew of his father, of course. She gave him a surprised look. "I didn't realize he had such a hobby."
This was quite the contrast. After all, she had investigated Ansu's family background; his father was a well-respected veteran military doctor who had even treated many people for free. He was a very kind man.
"After the old man came back from the army, it was like he became a different person..." Ansu curled his lip. "He became especially fond of drinking and gambling. No matter how much Vera and I tried to persuade him, he wouldn't listen. He ended up ruining his health because of it."