Richard, the butler

Varian reached the ground floor when he heard the sounds of a man's cheers. 

"Yes! Give me! Five Hundred merit points. Haha!" A thin young man danced in front of the betting store. 

This guy was one of the many desperate that bet their merit points in hopes of a fortune. 

He bet 50 merit points, and they turned to 500 in a few minutes. 

The store manager's face twisted, and he grudgingly tapped on his comm to transfer the points. 

He couldn't help but mutter, "Who would've thought that Young Master Xander would be defeated by a nobod—"

He nearly bit his tongue as he saw Varian walking to the hover bus. 

'Fuck!' His palms sweated, and he prayed he didn't offend Varian. 

People like him were dispensable. If it was Narcis at the other end, he'd have already been fired. 

Watching Varian leave indifferently, he sighed in relief. 

No matter the personal opinion, he couldn't make light of Varian.