Chapter 132 Family

I won.

Yi Cha suddenly realized.

What are they betting on?

"When you win, you'll know it. When you win, you'll feel like you've won." That's what gamblers say.

In any case, the feeling of winning was not strong, and there was no sense of what the stakes were in winning.

"Who is the target of the other gambling game?" Yi Cha took the time to ask the land builder.

The gambler himself said that in addition to his own gambling, there are two gambling games here.

There is no doubt that the other side of the bet is the Land Builder.

There is also a bet with an unknown goal.

There are many mysteries about professional gamblers that remain unsolved, and this is one of the things Icha wants to know.

"This is an industry secret." The land builder replied.

"I think no matter how confidential it is, it should follow the principle of urgency and authority." Yi Cha said. "Three bets. I win between us. He wins between you. Can I get some kind of weighting?"

The Land Builder stayed for a while.

The rough edges of the flat face began to puff up more and more.

Generally speaking, such a distorted face will only make people feel scary or funny.

But there was something unique about this martyr lady—a natural, brittle melancholy that she always exuded.

"Yes. I lost."

Her voice became weaker and weaker, revealing hesitation. "It seems I should tell you. There are rules..."

"Then tell me."

"I don't know," she said. "Those are his industry secrets. Not ours."

"Won't he tell you? Aren't you connected by love?" Yi Cha asked.

To Icha, this was as ordinary as the thousands of previous questions.

Observe, summarize, and ask questions. Ordinary program. It is nothing special. Ke Qier mentioned the topic of "love" between land builders and gamblers. He remembered and asked questions about this summary.

"Connected by love..." the land builder said blankly. "I don't know if you mean the same thing as us. But if you must say that, we are family."

"Okay. It's almost the same." The use of this word should not be too strict.

"He didn't tell me his story. But I told him my plan." The land builder said, "At that time, he and I set up a bet."

"Did he bet that your operation would be successful?" Yi Cha asked.

"Similar things. Can you understand the difference?" the land builder whispered, "What he is betting on is: In this operation, I will pursue the goal at all costs."

"This is inevitable. You will definitely continue to do this." Yi Cha said, "If he bets like this, he will definitely win. Why do you want to accept this bet?"

It was quiet for a while.

The Land Builder's face seemed ready to float away at any moment.

"Hey. Hey!" Yi Cha shouted at her. Get her attention back - no matter where it's going.

Excessive patience at this time is harmful.

"Because I thought I wouldn't," the Land Builder said in a barely audible voice. "He asked 'What if this action results in my death?'

So I don't think I would do it. He is my dad. "

"The gambler is your father?"

This incident was partly beyond Icha's expectations.

The main thing is that he didn't expect it.

Even if a demon knows the word "kinship", it will not be one of the words that is always kept in his mind.

"Yes." The land builder replied.

This means, without a doubt, that he made her.

There is a kinship between them.

Same hand markings on chest, similar solid color appearance.

This should mean something. They didn't have time to think about it before.

A gambler creates a land builder.

why? A martyr who is a land builder is expected to have great talents.

Kinship means that there are some common rules between the two. The existence of professional land builders is the result of gambler interference.

hard to imagine.

He looked at the pale muddy water that was slowly spreading outwards, and moved it outward to avoid contamination - this should be a controllable disintegration, caused by the land builder trying to go all out in order to increase the contact area.

The Land Builder can control all Earth Needles. Land Builders can manipulate gravity.

Such a martyr would have almost complete control over the geography of the End.

Is this the daughter a gambler can create? What rules does he follow? What rules did he leave behind?

Their areas of expertise are so far apart... it has nothing to do with it.

Of course, she may have become a land builder simply because of her natural talent. It's all just a coincidence. The instability of life always explains this.

but.

If the gambler is deliberate...

Then his plan is more complicated than he lets on. His plan began as early as the birth of the Land Builder. It's possible that he was part of the Land Builder's plan.

No.

Maybe earlier.

He may have obtained a daughter like the Land Builder who was very special to him through some kind of gambling proceeds.

That meant that his plan had already started from that gambling game in the distant past.

That would be sooner, much sooner.

"You should really listen to this." Icha said in his heart to Ke Qier who didn't know where he was.

"The gambler. That's your father. Did you mention in advance that he might die?"

This question must be asked, and there are suddenly more related questions.

"He is different from me. He likes to joke." The land maker said softly:

"Maybe he was joking. I... made a mistake. I thought I would stop my actions if it would lead to his death."

"But you didn't." Yi Cha said understandingly.

She certainly didn't. She was a martyr after all.

"I didn't understand my nature then. I had to make a path and follow it.

Every step of the way I take leads to an end. If I don't push forward, the end will stop there. "

The Land Builder's voice was like a distant planet. "I had to do this. The bet with Dad. I lost."

You have to do it because the teapot is right there. To check.

The same goes for gamblers.

Icha suddenly realized that the same was true for gamblers.

Gamblers do not have a breakdown in faith even at the end of their lives. With a clear view, he remained professional until the last second of his life.

The gambler's professionalism is almost unquestionable and he always regards his gambling as the most important thing.

"What's your bet?" he asked.

The land builder lost. She would not get the bet, the gambler won but died. The setup of this bet has been so contradictory from the beginning. Why?

"In the next choice, I will stand on his side." The land builder replied softly.

"He's dead. Where else is there to stand?"

"Yes. I can feel it. Can feel it when the game is over and the bets are settled. I'll do it. Next time."

The land builder coughed several times, and the small hole in his mouth was finally filled with mud and water.

She fell into post-strength rest.