The Goddess Made A Mistake Again-Chapter 172 - - Rocco’s Fate

Let's take it back a week…

After the initial fiasco with father-daughter duo, Rocco made sure to clean up the gambling house while also making sure to call in additional guards who'd help him if something similar rises again.

But the next day, fortunately or not, he didn't have as many customers as before. Rocco couldn't particularly say that he was grateful for low customers. Low customers meant less money but it also meant less problems.

The day after that had the same thing as well. He saw his customers didn't increase, but instead had a small decrease. Rocco didn't mind it very much. After what happened yesterday, it was expected for him to have a few bad days.

The real problem started from the next day when his customer number were so low that it could be counted by his fingers. Still, Rocco had hope, he had climbed up from worse situations, this wasn't that bad enough for him.

But when the next day came, Rocco's hopeful face started to waver at the sign of zero customers in the house. Low customers he could understand, angry customers too… but no customers were something that Rocco had first seen.

The hope that he clung to, broke in huge chunks over the next three days as the gambling house of his remained desolate all the same.

Current Time…

Which was why Rocco sat over his bar and drank to his heart's content. Even through his gambling house was empty, at least he had alcohol to calm his mind.

As Rocco took the 4th glass of Grease, he stopped at the middle point and snickered, 'I wonder what those bastards would say if they saw the gambling house was still empty. Probably laugh their balls out.' He drank the glass in annoyance.

Rocco was thinking about the other leaders of his Snake Tails gang. While he was the second guy that had most of his income come from his somewhat legitimate gambling house, the others income purely came from their underhanded means.

Which was why the others were quite jealous of Rocco's achievements in the legal sense. But after what happened this past week, they were more than happy to see their comrade fail like this.

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If they themselves couldn't join in his fun, then even if they shouldn't ruin it themselves, they'll pray to the gods that it would.

Rocco even had the faintest of suspicion that the blue haired kid might be sent by his friends. But thinking back to Arthur's style and his characteristics, that thought went away from his mind.

Arthur was too justifier kind of guy for them to get along with.

"Whing"

A very strange sound came from the door of the house. One that both excited and angered Rocco to his core. It was the sound of his gambling house's door opening.

If it was the Rocco from the past, then he would have gotten up and ran to the door, to greet this customer. But after learning from his mistake of greeting beggars like that for the past week, the words came out reflexively, "Go away, I don't have money for you rogues!"

Rocco heard no words in response. He thought the beggar must have gone away because of his rude behavior so he started drinking again.

"Pat"

Surprisingly to his left, sat someone and asked, "Give me the most expensive drink you have."

Rocco's eyes went up in shock, 'A customer? Can it really be?'

He couldn't tell if this new one was really a customer or one that decided to trouble him, seeing his current situation.

So Rocco looked left and electricity seemed to shock him to his core.

It wasn't just any customer, but it was that guy. The one who had protected him through that damn ordeal.

It was his savior.

Even his bartender couldn't believe what was happening here. A customer actually coming to this place? Even more he wants to buy the most expensive drink? It was like a dream come true for them.

"What's wrong with you? Didn't ya hear what I said?" The large savior said with some anger before getting up from his chair, "Say it if you don't want me to stay here, just don't give me the silent treatment."

Seeing the potential customer and his savior going away, both the bartender and Rocco quickly stopped him.

"Stop sir!"

"Please stop!"

The guy turned around and looked at them suspiciously, "What?"

Rocco smiled and gestured towards the seat next to him, "Please sit here. I'm sorry for our behavior, but it definitely isn't because we don't want you here."

"So you'll give me my drink then?"

"Yes, we will not only give you the drink but you don't even have to pay for it."

"I don't?"

"He doesn't?"

Rocco gave a sharp look at his bartender before smiling at his savior, "Yes, please sit down. Enjoy your drink."

"Alright" The guy nodded before sitting down and saying, "I can't say no to a free drink."

"It's the very least I can do for my savior." Rocco's words gained him a confused man.

"What do you mean by Savior?" The guy asked before giving him another suspicious look, "Do I know you? You feel a bit familiar."

"Yes, sir. I'm the guy you had saved a week back in this house."

His savior thought for a moment before his face enlightened, "Oh yeah! You're the owner who could have raped that girl, right?"

Rocco nodded, satisfied, "Yes, sir. Because of you, I was saved from those wretched thieves that wanted nothing but trouble and my money. I thank you for saving me that day."

His savior waved his hand as if telling him it's all fine.

"Might I ask you your name?"

"It's Henry and stop talking like you have a stick up your arse."

Rocco smiled, not the least bit disturbed by Henry's words. Instead Henry was just telling him to talk normally, which was actually better.

Henry drank the drink as he mouthed some praise before looking around the place in confusion, "Why is this place so empty? I remember it was full that day."

Rocco sighed as he had a dark look, "Well, it's kind of a long story. It would bore you, sir."

"I'm sure whatever boring thing you'll say will probably be washed away by the liquor."

"Alright, then. After you saved me…" With that, Rocco told his savior everything.

His savior on the other hand seemed as if he sympathized with him, "Well, it seems I'm not the only one who's got troubles."

Rocco nodded self-pitying himself. Then he's brow went up in curiosity.

"Henry…" The word coming a bit strange to Rocco, "What problems are you talking about?"

"Ahh… it's nothing." He said dismissively again.

"If I can help then I'll try but if its something personal then you don't have to tell me."

"Well it's both personal and business." Henry said, drowning his drink as the bartender filled up with his signal, "My father just died a few weeks ago and he left me a lot of money."

Rocco smiled, "That's not exactly a problem."

"Yes I know… I just don't want to live by spending that money. I want to use that money to do something, to make something of myself."

"To be brief, I want to invest in something that will fulfill my goal… but I just can't seem to find anything like that."

Rocco had his mouth open in shock. Right in front of him was a sitting gold mine who was ready to spew gold. But right as Rocco was about to ask him to invest in his house, stopped.

His house was empty and he had nothing to impress this man who saved him.

But ironically or not, Henry spoke, "Wait a second… I have an idea!"

Rocco looked at the smiling man in confusion. But it was from that moment, Rocco's fate changed to an entirely different.