"Okay! Now I have to try my luck in the casino."
Cyril sighed and replied helplessly.
He didn't want to eat rough brown bread every day!
The black-hearted restaurant owner made his already wealthy savings worse.
The two ate the black bread with difficulty, and walked out of the restaurant door under the invisible "watching" of the puppet waiter.
Cyril also glanced at the almost untouched delicacies and clenched his fists silently.
The dry man never admits defeat.
They followed the freshmen who filed out toward the bottom of the cabin.
Two puppets in black uniforms stood at the entrance of the casino.
One left and one right, standing in front of the door like a door god.
Cyril was a little surprised to see two puppets appearing at the same time for the first time.
He thought of the brass bulletin board he had seen before on the deck that read "Fights are prohibited except in casinos", and his heart was inexplicably tight.
Likewise, there is a brass bulletin board at the entrance of the casino that reads:
【Welcome everyone here! Here, all games are available, it's a real carnival! Follow your inner desires, have fun in time, and good luck! 】I believe in your evil!
Is it okay for a casino to make you follow desires
Cyril's eyes widened and he raised his eyebrows, feeling that the casino's bulletin board was extremely malicious, and it looked like an old sickle as soon as he opened his mouth.
When entering the casino lobby, the light suddenly became brighter, and it felt that all directions were dazzling gold, shining with the light of "not bad money".
The decoration of the casino hall is extremely luxurious, which can rival the magnificent decoration of the Rose Garden.
The ceiling is rich in oil paintings and exquisite reliefs, and the floor is covered with a thick crimson velvet carpet.
There seems to be a unique aroma in the air.
It's not that refreshingly fresh scent, but an ambiguous sweet sticky scent.
There is quite a sense of extravagance of a drunken fan.
In the very center of the casino there is a circular stage that is partially above the ground.
On the stage, a group of puppets dressed in Chinese costumes danced to the sound of music from nowhere.
Their wide and beautiful skirts bloom like petals, and with their smooth heads without facial features, they look a bit scary.
A table after a table has been vacant.
Puppets in croupier uniforms are waiting next to each table.
The puppet dealers were wearing a complete set of clean white shirts and black vests and neat ties. They looked very professional.
Perhaps seeing many people coming, the music repertoire changed without a trace.
Cyril was keenly aware that the song was playing with a hint of demagogy.
The soft sound of music made people relax their vigilance quickly, and even a little flirtatious.
He glanced around and saw that the freshmen had spread out to choose different items, and then gathered around the dealer to exchange chips.
Even Warren next to Cyril was about to move, as if he wanted to go to a gambling table and sit down.
"I'm going to take a look first."
Cyril patted Warren and said the words clearly.
His voice was mixed with the noisy human voice and the soft music, as if a clear stream gurgled past.
Warren was stunned for a moment, a little dumbfounded by his impulsiveness just now.
At that moment, he felt that he was the most beautiful boy in the entire casino, and it was no problem to win hundreds of Wu Jing in minutes.
It wasn't until Cyril patted him that Warren got rid of that haunted sense of confidence.
"Thank you... thanks to you!"
Warren shook his head, breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly thanked Cyril.
Cyril nodded lightly and walked with him towards a certain item in the crowd.
The items there are the simplest looking and seem like a big wheel of luck.
The large round turntable is divided into twelve equal parts, and two sets of numbers "0, 5, 0, 10, 0, 15" are written respectively.
In the middle of the large turntable lies a long pointer.
"Excuse me, how should I exchange the chips?"
A freshman looked up at the puppet man standing on the side of the big turntable and asked.
"All valuable things on your body can be exchanged, including but not limited to gold coins, witch crystals, clothing accessories, magic objects, etc. I will judge the value and will not accept counter-offers. After a game, the position where the long pointer stays The number represents the number of Witch Crystals you can get."
The puppet's calm voice sounded.
There is a 50% chance that you can get Wu Jing in varying numbers...
Cyril pursed his lips, and his eyes flashed slightly.
However, in distrust of the entire "Black" cruise ship, he was just standing by the crowd, intending to observe it first.
The freshman stopped talking after asking, as if he was struggling with whether he wanted to try.
Then, Cyril saw an "acquaintance" - the one who once guarded the stairs of Rose Manor and robbed others.
He took a small bag out of his pocket, gritted his teeth, and handed it to the puppet man.
The puppet man took the small bag, put it in his hand and weighed it, but did not open it, and then it said: "Give you 2 chips, 2 chances to spin."
After it finished speaking, it put the small bag into its black vest pocket, and the bag disappeared all at once.
The puppeteer's pockets were still flat, as if they had nothing in them.
Cyril felt that he vaguely heard a very slight sound of something falling and hitting the bottom.
He quietly looked at Warren beside him, but the other party didn't seem to notice at all.
Cyril looked at the puppet man's seemingly normal stomach with a feeling.
He had some doubts that the small bag of gold coins had fallen into the puppet's body.
It is a pity that everyone could not see the specific content and quantity of the small bag of Ales, so the exchange ratio of the chips could not be determined.
Cyril guessed that the chips should not be so easy to exchange, and that the small bag should be gold coins.
Ales took 2 chips from the puppet.
This chip looks unremarkable, just like a round brass coin, like an ordinary copper coin commonly used in Atlantis.
But there is a capital "B" in the center of the front and back of this brass chip.
Ales put one of the chips into the coin slot in the center of the big turntable, as the puppet said.
He took a deep breath.
Immediately afterwards, everyone heard the sound of the gears turning.
The large turntable began to rotate, and the long hands began to rotate at the same time.
Relatively speaking, the rotation speed of the large dial is faster, and the rotation speed of the long pointer is slower.
Cyril could barely tell which square the pointer was pointing at at a given moment.
Ales looked at the afterimage of the big turntable spinning rapidly in front of him, clenched his fists tightly, and beads of sweat came out on his forehead.
His lips moved slightly involuntarily: "15! 15! 15...".
The surrounding freshmen also watched the scene in front of them nervously.
The sound of "click" seemed to be a signal for the brass gear to stop rotating, and the speed of the dial and the long pointer suddenly slowed down.
"15! 15! 15..."
The blue veins on Ales' forehead were protruding.
The sound of prayers muttering in his mouth gradually grew louder, with a hint of impatient waiting.
The long pointer has stopped turning, and the large dial is still turning slightly.
Allers saw helplessly, with the rotation of the big turntable, the long pointer moved from "15" originally pointed to "0".
He groaned inwardly, and his face sank.
"Turn it! Turn it! Keep turning!"
Ales couldn't help urging, and he was burning with anxiety.
However, the big turntable was still moving slowly, unhurriedly, very leisurely.
At this point, the long pointer points to "10".
"10 is not bad! Stop it! Stop it!"
Arles was so anxious that the beads of sweat on his forehead slipped down to the tip of his nose.
However, he turned a deaf ear, still staring at the big turntable, his hands tightly packed with the clothes on his chest, and his palms were all sweaty.
As if it was just a joke, with the rotation of the big turntable, the long pointer points to the "0" position again.
"Blessed by the goddess of light! Blessed by Merlin!"
Ales closed his eyes in despair, daring not to look at the turntable again.
It was still turning slowly until the sound of the puppet man
"You got 5 Wu Jing, do you want to continue?"
The sound of the puppet man's smooth flat-panel machine was no less than the sound of heaven in Arles' ears at this time.
He opened his eyes and saw that the big turntable in front of him finally stopped at the "5" grid!
5 Wu Jing!
According to the exchange rate in the restaurant, 5 Wu Jing is 500 gold coins!
He exchanged 20 gold coins for 500 gold coins!
Allerston is overjoyed and overjoyed!
The chosen child is me! !
He proudly took 5 Wu Jing from the puppet man, and then glanced at the surrounding crowd arrogantly.
When Arles' eyes swept across Cyril's cheek, he paused for a moment, as if he could not help shrinking.
"Do you want to continue?"
The puppet man repeated it again.
"continue."
Ales retracted his gaze and said decisively.
He quickly picked up another chip and dropped it into the coin slot in the center of the big turntable.
The gears "click" started to turn again.
The large dial and the hands also turned at the same time.
"Just another 5!"
Ales felt that he should not ask too much.
Be safe, no problem.
"5! 5! 5..."
He shouted in his heart, and his fists waved to the rhythm of his prayers.
This time, however, he didn't get his wish.
The long pointer ends up at the "0" position.
Ales looked annoyed and lost his expression.
"Do you want to continue?"
The puppet asked again.
"what?"
Arles was still immersed in disappointment and did not react.
continue what? He has no money! The chips are all used up!
"You can continue to exchange chips with the Wu Jing in your hand."
The puppet dutifully stated.
Its voice, accompanied by the soft and seductive music in the background, penetrated into Arles' ears.
"Yes! I still have 5 Wu Jing! I can continue to exchange chips! By changing the chips, I can double the amount of Wu Jing!"
Ales' eyes lit up, and he hurriedly handed over the five Wu Crystals that he had just received and hadn't been warmed to the puppet man.
Putting his own thoughts that he had planned to be safe before forgot.
"Gives you 5 chips, 5 chances to spin."
The puppet man took Wu Jing, put it in his pocket (Wu Jing also disappeared instantly), and then handed Ales five chips.
The other onlookers seemed to be encouraged by the fact that he had won 5 Wu Jing, and they also went to the other large turntables around to find the puppet dealer to exchange chips.
Warren made a quick assessment in his heart, feeling that he could afford the loss.
He took a deep breath and made up his mind.
So Warren said hello to Cyril and walked to one of the big turntables.
Cyril nodded at him, wished him good luck, and continued to go to other projects to observe.
He opened a pair of black and quiet beautiful eyes, like a sober outsider, quietly watching the carnival in front of him.
Someone flushed with their money, and eagerly exchanged many chips to move on to the next round.
Some people soon lost only their shorts, but still eagerly asked for credit.
Greed and luck are magnified infinitely here, and everyone feels that they can be the lucky one in a thousand.
Cyril lowered his eyelashes.
He also needs to find a suitable project as soon as possible to exchange for some Wu Jing.
But he hasn't seen the consequences of losing all, which is not right.
"It can be on credit for half an hour. After half an hour has passed, all those who still owe chips need to play against each other on the stage, either one-on-one or many-to-many."
At this moment, a puppet's voice clearly entered Cyril's ears.
He looked up at the source of the sound.
Cyril saw a puppet shaking its round head up and down, explaining to a freshman who came to exchange chips.
"When playing a confrontation game, including but not limited to using verbal confrontation, physical confrontation, magic attack, magic item attack, etc. The winner can cancel all chips owed, and the loser needs to continue to the next round of confrontation until the game Until the end of time or until one of the teams is judged to be in extreme danger to life. No passive play!"
Cyril glanced at the circular stage in the center of the casino.
At this time, a puppet dealer led the two who needed to play a confrontation after owing chips to the stage.
The puppets in Chinese costumes who were performing songs and dances stopped their movements one after another, and took the initiative to withdraw from the stage with graceful postures.
The two freshmen were brought to the center of the stage and looked at each other, feeling a little nervous about each other.
But they all understand that they can only win, not lose.
As long as you win this game, you can write it off if you win...
"If the game is exciting, the winner can also get chips as a reward."
A puppet wearing a referee uniform stood by the stage and added lightly.
It held a delicate hourglass in its hand, and the lower half of the hourglass was filled with fine white sand.
"Prepare!"
Gradually, some freshmen ended their last round of gambling and walked towards the stage to watch.
"Three! Two! One! The game officially begins!"
As soon as the puppet referee finished speaking, he quickly turned the hourglass upside down.
At the same time, Cyril felt a strong sense of being watched.
who is it? !
He suddenly raised his head and glanced at the surrounding environment, trying to find the source of that gaze.
But that line of sight did not come from a fixed place, it seemed to come from all directions.
Overwhelming, like a shadow, and pervasive.
A chill ran down Cyril's back.