It was night, in the city of Alexandre, in a somewhat remote underground tavern.
"God of Light! All drinks are half price tonight!" The chubby tavern owner shouted at the patrons in the tavern, and he also carried a large barrel of ale hidden in the deepest part of the warehouse. When the barrel hit the ground, The wine in the barrel and the meat on the boss's belly shook.
"Okay! Drink!"
What responded to the sound of the barrel falling was the passionate roar of the old drunkards in the tavern!
The discount offered by the tavern owner heated up the atmosphere in the entire tavern. For a while, there was a lot of drinking and everyone was praising the arrival of Archangel Michael.
Of course, their praise is not because of their great vision of a better future for the Pelada Empire. The praises of these old drunkards are just for the happiness of being able to spend the price of one drink in exchange for two drinks tonight.
With the food and wine, the next step is entertainment. In this slightly narrow and dark underground tavern, apart from the perverts who bring girls over, drink some wine and start acting recklessly, the gambling area in the center of the tavern is the busiest.
A dim kerosene lamp illuminated a square table covered in grease, with a pile of cards scattered in the center of the table. A group of regular patrons of the tavern, grabbing ale glasses, surrounded the gamblers at the square table in the center, staring at the world inside the square table without blinking, for fear of missing any detail.
At the table, gamblers use cards to decide the outcome; outside the table, spectators place bets on the gamblers' winnings and losses. For a moment, the body odor secreted by the sweat glands and the smell of ale scattered on the floor were interspersed and mixed together, making people sick and intoxicated at the same time.
Since it is a game, there are winners and losers!
"Yes, A, I'm sorry!"
"Shunzi, all-in!"
"Shijo, you are so big!"
"Flush, take all, haha!"
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The three people who lost money all hated their luck. Two of them were ready to reach for the daggers at their waists, but they accidentally caught the ferocious look in the bartender's eyes from the corner of their eyes, and they could only give in. , let the bet behind his back go wrong, and the drunkards who lost miserably scolded him.
The only person who won money hugged and scolded the loser for his incompetence, took away all the loser's chips, and swaggered away with his arms around the slender waists of the pretty girls.
The flower girls smelled the pleasant smell of gold coins coming from the gamblers' palms, and couldn't help but get a little wet thinking about the tips that would fall into their pockets the next morning.
"Hey, what about you, young man, why don't you take a gamble?"
The bartender with scars on his arms stood behind the bar, wiping the ale glass with a dry cloth while chatting with the only guest at the bar seat wearing a black cloak and drinking alone.
Although the black cloak on the guest's body was covered with traces of wear and tear over time, the blood-red fluff on the collar of the cloak was still bright red, silently telling the extraordinary nature of this cloak.
This antique-like cloak should have been worn around an antique person, but its owner has a young face. Only the silver hair and the stubble that has not been dealt with for a long time give this face a sense of vicissitudes. It dilutes the sense of dissonance brought about by one old and one young person.
This silver-haired young man is George. He left the city hall very early, in sharp contrast to the Archangel Michael who was feasting in the city hall tonight or Rex and others sitting next to Michael.
"The Gambler's Cards are a second-level treasure that can change the pattern of the cards at will. It is known as the 'Gambler's Lucky Charm'. There are fools who take the bait for such obvious cheating. Such people are not losers, they are stupid. "
George, who was sitting at the bar, had seen through the true ability of the winning gambler from the very beginning. Although he didn’t know how that arrogant weakling obtained such a rare second-level treasure, since he had taken this A second-level treasure that was supposed to be used to pray for the luck of the army was used for gambling, and if you shamelessly won one night, you had to be prepared to be targeted.
After all, the person who lost all their money did not have absolutely nothing. At least, they still had the short knife hidden in their waist, right?
