Rhemic Empire (2) Auto-translated

“Let’s get this over with,” Ryunosuke said, pulling a small but very sharp knife from his jacket pocket. With a swift movement, he flicked it across the table towards Jack. After doing so, he turned to the Reimi standing nearby. “Palm on the table, Kyle.”
The Reimi stared at Ryunosuke in surprise, then at Jack, and then back at Ryunosuke.

– We agreed on a finger from the winner, Ryunosuke.

— That’s right, and Kyle’s fingers belong to me. They are mine, and I will pay with them. So go ahead, do what you have to do.
— But boss... I...
— Did you say something?..
— ...

- Alaria Doran, - the Tanarisi introduced herself to Elrine, - nice to meet you.

-- I hope that if I win, you'll let me rent Kyle from you for a few thousand, so that during his brief time as my property, he can give up another finger, but this time to cover my debt. I doubt it will make him any worse at mopping floors, right? Heh.

-Me too. In that case, I suggest we head straight to Mr. Celena's house. As far as I know, since today is his day off, he should be there.

- I don't see any reason to object.
Let's go to Celena.

-- I hope that if I win, you'll let me rent Kyle from you for a few thousand, so that during his short time as my property, he can give away another finger, but this time to cover my debt. I doubt it will make him any worse at mopping floors, right? Heh.

— I'm not used to sharing my property without a good reason. But I'm an honest and fair person, and therefore I won't object if one of these two serves this purpose, — the owner of ultimate luck pointed at Joe and One-Eyed with his gaze.

As much as Jack wanted to see this guy chop off his finger, he didn't want to get into an open conflict with him and the group of guards just for that, so he took out his knife and asked:
-- So, which finger should we cut off?

A young woman, a stranger to Elrine and Alaria, came to the door at their knock. She looked at them questioningly.

No matter how much Jack wanted to see this guy cut off his finger, he didn't want to get into an open conflict with him and a group of guards just for that, so he took out a knife and asked:
-- So, what are we cutting off?

— Boss, I... — Noticing the sharp blade of the knife again, Kyle spoke up again. — I really don't want to...
— Ah, Kyle. Kyle... — Ryunosuke got up from his seat and gently stroked the Remian on the cheek. — You still don't understand anything. — Then, suddenly grabbing him by the head, the Nihon slammed the Remian's head against the game table — the cards scattered in all directions, and fresh blood appeared in their place. — You owe me so much that one finger, or even ten, wouldn't be enough to pay me back! — While the victim was recovering, Ryunosuke clapped his hands again — two guards, like obedient dogs, jumped up to the guy and immobilized him, one holding him from behind, and the other holding the poor guy's palm firmly against the table next to Jack.

Jack moved the correct finger aside to avoid cutting off too much, aimed, and slashed with the knife in a small arc. If necessary, he repeated the strike.

The guy howled in pain, but fortunately for him, he quickly lost consciousness from the shock. Once the deed was done, one of the guards, at the boss's nod, carried the guy to a closed room to treat the wound.
— Shall we continue?

-- Alright, let's do it.

- Hello, we came to ask Mr. L. Tzelen a few questions regarding the missing paintings, - Alaria explained.