Isaac

Port City sued New Port City days after the Grand Canal Race finished, just as Goldman predicted. The rationale was simply the “unauthorised use of the Grand Canal.” Isaac hired professional lawyers of his own to fight back, but Port City held all rights over the Grand Canal.

The Department of Law declared that New Port City must pay reparations for their crimes. This news brought a sudden end to Cordnell’s smiling, replaced with a withering whimpering. Port City continued to do as Goldman predicted, and they quickly prepared an event of their own using the Grand Canal. Some of the people did pity to Isaac for having his idea stolen from right under him, but most of the public believed that it was justified. There were a few people in Port City who complained about this purely out of lust to see the elves in skimpy outfits, but those voices were quickly silenced soon after.

Isaac seemed to have lost all faith and ambition. Every day, he was seen being carried back to City Hall on Rizzly’s back after drenching himself in booze. Word of Isaac’s recent behaviour quickly spread, plummeting New Port City’s morale while those in Port City made a toast for their bright future.

“Huhuhu. It’s over, all over.”

“Sir Isaac, you shouldn’t act like this here.”

“Shut up! Bring me more booze!”

Isaac was going through another drunken rampage in one of New Port City’s restaurants. All of the restaurant employees looked at Isaac from a distance, unable to do anything.

“Che! That man’s done now.”

“Who cares. Let’s just make the most of it while we can. Who knows when we will we be able to do work like this again.”

The citizens of New Port City whispered to each other after watching Isaac’s broken state. Isaac didn’t seem to care about the gossiping crowd, fixated on continuing his rampage. The crowd frowned, but could do nothing with Rizzly standing at Isaac’s side with both eyes wide open.

“Uhuhuh. Screw this stupid world. Fine! It only takes one shot to turn your life around! Let’s have a big match! Let’s go!”

“Huh? Go where?”

“Where else? To the casino!”

“But… You made it illegal for citizens of New Port City to play in the casinos.”

“Huhu, who says I’m going to my own casino? It’s my money whether I win or lose there. We will go to Port City and take all of their money!”

“Eeh! Sir Isaac! Please not that!”

“Shut up! Follow me!”

Rizzly tried to stop Isaac as best as he could, but his attempts were futile in stopping Isaac’s relentless march.

“Tsk tsk, I guess it really is over.”

“Looks like he’s trying to settle this somehow with a gamble.”

“Ha! If that was possible, there wouldn’t be a single casino left standing.”

After observing Isaac’s life spiral down to a new low, people let go of what little pity they originally had for him.

“Ha! It’s no different from mine.”

Isaac stood at the front gate of Port City’s casino, his eyes burning as if he was looking at his lifelong enemy.

“Sir Isaac, we can still go back right now.”

Isaac shouted in response to Rizzly’s plea.

“What are you on about? Just wait here. I’ll close down this casino myself!”

Isaac confidently marched over to the casino, only to be stopped by the security guards.

“I’m sorry but you may not enter.”

“What! Don’t you know who I am?!”

“I do, but only those of elegance and culture may enter this place.”

“Bullshit! You think I came here without money! I’m rich! Why?! Or are you scared of losing all your money to me!”

The guards looked at each other anxiously, unwilling to put themselves on the spot. They stood there, unable to do anything as Isaac continued his ruckus. Rizzly’s deathly stare stopped them from throwing Isaac away physically, but letting him in could get them to lose their jobs.

“Look who it is. What is the Lord’s Representative of New Port City doing in this humble abode?”

It seemed the noise from the ruckus travelled in to the casino, and a plump middle aged man came out to greet Isaac with sarcasm dripping from mouth. Isaac looked to the middle aged man with dazed eyes, still influenced by alcohol.

“What the? You know me?”

“Hahaha. I see you’re quite drunk. I guess this is the first time we’ve met. My name is Harold. I operate this casino.”

“Huh? Harold? The name sounds familiar.”

“I am the man that holds the rights over that Grand Canal which you’re so desperate for.”

“Ah! Harold! You son of a bitch. I’m going to lose everything because of you!”

Finally remembering who Harold was, Isaac quickly tried to charge right at him but Rizzly stepped in and lifted Isaac up by his armpits.

“Let me go!”