Chapter 374

"……what?"

Salvatore was stunned for a moment.

"Is it such a simple rule? I know how to play after listening to it once."

He looked a little regretful: "Isn't it difficult to lose?"

"... Whether it is a bright card or a dark card, it is up to you to choose."

The rogue tried his best to ignore Salvatore's words.

For some reason, Salvatore looked stupid, but his words were more irritating than Annan's.

"If I can choose, I will naturally choose the dark side."

Salvatore said without hesitation.

"Is it for settlement rights?"

The rotting man sneered, "It's kind of a strategy."

"That's not true."

Salvatore replied honestly: "It's just because, if I were the dark card player, I would be able to observe your cards."

"But don't forget that you can see my cards but not your own."

The rotten man reminded: "And I have the last card, which you cannot see."

"It doesn't matter."

Salvatore replied without hesitation.

The rotten man snorted coldly.

He looked at Annan and warned, "If you make any suggestion to 'Bella', it will be considered that the other party cheated and you will lose."

"up to you."

Annan folded his hands on his chest and said casually.

When the rotten man said the rules, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

But instead of explaining, or even watching the match between the two, he stood far away.

But "Dmitry" chose to stand behind "Bella".

Without any hesitation, the betting began immediately.

This time, I don't know if he followed Annan's words... or the duel space prepared by the rotten man is already in tatters.

They did not enter that special space.

Instead, sit down at the card table in the basement and play a game.

Annan sat in the distance, looking at the rotten man with interest.

In his eyes was the sarcasm that the rotten man couldn't understand.

But the betting game has already begun, and the rotten man asks for the cards first.

He deducted his first card first.

Salvatore is the dark card player, and his first card is the "Prince of the Holy Grail", which is the Jack of Cups.

Seeing that Salvatore drew a K, the rotten man suddenly froze for a moment.

He vaguely thought of something he forgot...but the memory disappeared in an instant.

Salvatore suddenly said at this moment: "Can I settle the settlement at this time?"

"It's fine," the rotten man chuckled, "but if you just believe that, don't I have a bigger number than you?

"Do you dare to bet?"

"The probability of you drawing Q and K at this time is very low, and if you draw J, I will win."

Salvatore said with some regret: "But I still want to play for a while.

"

When he said this, he looked at Annan expectantly.

"--is it okay?"

"You can't answer him."

The rotten husband immediately warned: "This is an off-site hint!"

"Then can I?"

"Dmitry" spoke suddenly.

The rotten man looked at him hesitantly, and nodded: "You can."

"Then keep playing."

Cafney patted the shoulder of Salvatore who played "Bella the Werewolf" from behind: "Just do what you think."

She doesn't know Salvatore well enough, but she knows Annan better. When Annan was betting with the rotting man, Kafni had already sorted out what mistake she had made.

Although she didn't know why Annan behaved like this, Kafni chose to believe in Annan.

But the rotten man still doesn't understand why he feels so irritable...

He continued to ask for cards and put them on the table.

The second card is the 4 of cups.

The third card is the Q of Wands.

The fourth card is the 2 of wands.

The fifth card is coin 3.

The sixth card is K of Staff.

"...Now, do you regret it?"

The rotten man looked at Salvatore with a half-smile.

The panic he felt when he was betting with Annan before has completely dissipated.

He finally felt a little bit of joy, which was rare.

——This is the rhythm he is familiar with!

At this time, there are already five cards on the table of the rotten man.

Among them, there are two scepter cards-Q and K respectively, and they start to listen to the cards. As long as the scepter J is touched again, the settlement will be carried out...and at least seven points.

At this time, there was still only a single J on Salvatore's desktop.

"As long as I draw another card, I can settle it immediately. At this time, I have at least seven points, at most ten points. And you only have six cards on the field, and you can only see one point."

The rotten man said with a half-smile: "And if you want to win, you need to get at least ten more points. What do you think the probability is?

"—Your life is like a candle in the wind."

If it is measured by common sense.

At this time, Salvatore's psychological pressure should be very huge.

This is true whether he is on any side.

If he is a bright hand, he will feel anxious because he can't see what cards are on the opponent's board; if he is a dark hand, he will panic because he doesn't know what cards he has.

This is the rotten man's favorite routine.

——It is not to defeat the opponent in the game itself, but to destroy the opponent's state outside the game.

As long as the other party has emotions such as fear, anxiety, superiority, and self-doubt.

This feeling will be magnified by the smell of spices on the rotten man, which will cause the other party to panic.

What the rotten husband likes most is to watch the opponent's appearance when he has the chance to win, gradually becomes confused, and finally collapses completely.

"You continue?"

But Salvatore had no anxiety at all.

He just urged the rotten man: "You smoke, how can I smoke if you don't smoke?"

The corner of the rotten man's mouth raised.

He unhurriedly drew the card again and played a sword 7, while talking nonsense constantly: "Sure enough, you still regret it now?

"If it's the first round, choose to settle...then the possibility of you wanting to defeat me is much higher.

"Why didn't you settle the settlement at that time? Did you really not play enough? Or...are you afraid and hesitated?"

"You smoke."

Salvatore responded with a frown.

While playing a sword 10, the rotten man continued to say: "I didn't get points for two consecutive rounds. Do you feel better?

"That's right, when you enter the settlement with six cards, and when you enter the settlement with eight cards, the probability of you wanting to win is completely different..."

"—Settlement."

After Salvatore finished drawing the card, he put it on the table without looking at it, and said at the same time.

He looked at the rotten man strangely: "It's all said, I don't care whether I win or lose. What are you talking about, Mr. rotten man?"

As he said, he divided the eight cards on his field into three piles.

Three, one, four.

"March 14th, this is Annan's birthday."

Salvatore said with some regret: "And it was almost the day when Annan succeeded to the throne... Annan's father gave Annan a very powerful birthday gift, but I can only give him a Philosopher's Stone. I have always I was thinking, what can I make up for.

"If this wins, it will be my second gift to Annan."

He turned over the seven cards in front of him.

In addition to Cup J, Cup Q, Cup K, Sword K, and Sword Q were also turned out.

Among the eight cards, there were five high cards—a total of twelve points, and even almost fourteen points.

The hole card of the rotten man didn't even need to be lifted.

Whatever that card is, it's unlikely to be bigger than Salvatore.

...What kind of method is this?

The rotten man was stunned.

He thought that he would lose...but he didn't think that he would lose so strangely.

He questioned "Bella" without hesitation: "What the hell did you do?

"Why did you open the card at this time? Is it reasonable to open five out of eight cards?"

This is totally against the odds!

Whether it is the strategy of opening the eighth card, or the five big cards that are evil.

"I don't have any other talents, it's just luck. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to restore the technology of the Philosopher's Stone by coincidence... let alone such a powerful curse, You will not meet a good brother like Annan at the most critical time."

Salvatore said regretfully: "I've said it all, I hope I can play for a while. If I didn't have confidence in myself, how could I make such a willful request..."

"...just pure luck?"

The rotten man couldn't believe it: "How is this possible!"

"After cheating becomes a habit, have you even forgotten the original definition of gambling?"

Annan sneered, and replied leisurely from a distance: "You say you believe in probability, and you say 'no one can win forever', but you choose a game driven by luck.

"But after you really see good luck, you don't believe it exists... Oh, right."

Annan's smile was full of malice: "If I remember correctly, the first time you gambled with your master and lost the next one - that was the game you played, right?

"You probably lost the memory related to this game. At this time, you will subconsciously take out this game... because you instinctively think that you will lose this game, right? It's just a pity, you can't lose anymore The second lifeline. Well, you have indeed got your wish."

In the nightmare of gradual collapse, the faces of passers-by gradually turned into nothingness, turning into faceless people one by one.

The ground, walls, and sky are constantly disintegrating, revealing the silk threads hanging outside—that is the power that the rotting man used to invade this nightmare.

The rotten man sat at the table.

His face didn't turn into nothingness, but it didn't have any expression either.

--I see.

He realized why he suddenly felt restless.

In the last match, the lost memory... was just so crucial.

Before Annan left this nightmare, he left one last sentence like a knife:

"I remember the name of this game in the Gupta Kingdom is 'Number of Courage'. Back then, you chose the side of the dark card; you also started with a J—right?

"—But what do you do, you don't have the courage to draw the cards?"

Annan's voice completely disappeared from the nightmare.

The rotten man raised his head, looking at the collapsed ceiling in some confusion.

He raised his hand and subconsciously grasped it toward the sky.

— but caught nothing.

"……what."

He muttered meaninglessly, his mind was in a mess.

Is this fate? Is this retribution?

Did he lose? Or did he win?

as well as……

Why didn't my original self have the courage to open the cards?

His body was overwhelmed by the nightmare of gradually collapsing.

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