"You're still so boring."
Brian leaned lazily on the couch.
The elegant male voice is like a cold snake letter, and the tone is also a little careless.
In his right hand was a goblet filled with mellow red wine.
Brian's pale lips pressed against the crystal clear glass wall.
The dark blue peach blossom eyes seemed to reflect the dark red wine brewing nearby, with a hint of dark color.
Forehead drooping loosely.
The soft ends of his hair draped over the ends of his raised eyes, and the delicate silver-framed monocle blocked the look of his eyes.
"Oh! It's not that there is no meaning on this road, and I can only toss these lovely newborns!"
A playful and sweet voice sounded, explaining in a brisk tone.
There was a hint of laughter in the voice.
The one who spoke was an extremely beautiful... man.
He wore a small black top hat and a gorgeous black evening dress.
The soft and flowing silk dress flowed from him to the ground like rippling water.
The long skirt is decorated with intricate decorative patterns, which are spliced with the most precious and rounded deep sea beads, which are dazzling.
There was also an extraordinarily delicate little puppet sitting on his shoulder, like a miniature version of the puppets Cyril and the others saw on the cruise ship.
The puppet figures are dressed in men's evening gowns of the same color.
What is even more unique is that this puppet has facial features on his cheeks.
Although the five senses looked like two "X"s were randomly drawn with a knife as eyes, and a horizontal "-" slanted to the right was used as a mouth, this puppet man could actually speak with this mouth.
"I can only toss these lovely newborns!"
The puppet man repeated.
The voice was particularly hoarse, like the whirring of a broken bellows.
"After all, the dean has just changed his identity and came out to play. What fun is there for me as a little wizard? You probably forgot that this time it is our Snowberg Academy's turn to be responsible for sending the freshmen from the Atlantis continent. Did you go to the Whale Landing Island?"
Chris Black raised his tail slightly, smilingly looking at the Dean, who was sitting on the couch tasting red wine.
Brian's movements remained the same, he didn't speak, and he didn't lift his eyelids.
However, Chris's eyes lit up, and it seemed that he had finally seized the opportunity to make a lot of trouble.
He rambled on and continued: "The owl Zoe made Christina angry when she told her! I couldn't do anything with it, but I was caught by my sister to help you recruit. One of my experiments It's time for a critical moment!"
Chris looked at Brian's face cautiously, and seeing that the man was still pale, he changed the subject: "But I heard from Christina that you came to Atlantis, and specially made a new batch of puppets, Good to use on this boat."
As he spoke, he glanced at the situation in the casino projected by the crystal ball in front of him.
At this time, on the circular stage displayed on the crystal ball, two boys were fighting.
Primitive and savage physical confrontation, like two beasts fighting hand to hand for the few remaining prey.
Chris gently rubbed the chin of the little puppet man sitting on his shoulders with his black lace gloved hand, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "What a waste of the casino I specially remodeled! This class of freshmen looks a little bit disgruntled. Weak, you can't even use a magic attack."
The little puppet on his shoulder also repeated in a hoarse voice, "This class of freshmen can't even use a magic attack!"
Chris stared at the projection on the crystal ball and frowned slightly.
The viewing angle displayed by the crystal ball is not fixed.
Instead, it is very flexible to switch angles with the fighting scene in the center of the stage, and even occasionally shows the reactions of the audience in one or two scenes.
The two debtors on the round stage fought for so long, their cheeks were covered with bruises, and their legs were weak, supporting their bodies with difficulty.
They were panting heavily, and their movements became extraordinarily delayed due to exhaustion, but the puppet referee still didn't stop.
"I really overestimate them... This class of freshmen really can't... "
Chris murmured in a low voice, with a distressed look on his face.
"If there is no exciting game, the other wizards on the ship won't ask me to retire Wu Jing? That would be troublesome..."
Brian's eyes didn't stop at the picture projected by the crystal ball before.
He just closed his eyes and tasted the wine very relaxedly and comfortably.
It was not until he heard Chris's complaints that Brian lifted his eyelids and glanced at the picture projected by the crystal ball in front of him.
Just at this moment, probably because the two people on the circular stage were too weak, the picture of the crystal ball took the initiative to switch to the crowd on the sidelines, and even stayed on Cyril's calm and calm face for a second or two.
Seeing Little Rose so lightly kept aside, Brian raised his long and narrow eyebrows slightly, with an imperceptible smile on his lips.
If you look carefully, you will find that there is a little bit of joking and evil implied here.
"Let them play in the ring."
Brian spoke softly and plainly.
"The ring match!! Yes, why didn't I think of it! As long as the rewards are generous enough..."
Chris narrowed his bright eyes and smiled maliciously.
Cyril patiently watched the two chickens peck at each other on the circular stage.
He looked a little weird.
Could it be that the black-hearted owner of this black-hearted cruise ship just likes to watch people fight
It's also really… nothing fancy.
One after another, other freshmen who owed chips in the casino were brought over.
Cyril went to the "Blackjack" project on the other side.
Here's a table that's just filled with three people and hasn't even started yet.
Cyril walked to the dealer next to the casino and took out the only 2 Wu Jing he had to exchange for 2 chips.
"Since everyone else at this table has 5 chips, you still need to owe 3 more Wu Jing on credit. Are you sure you are on credit?"
The puppet dealer asked calmly.
"Sure."
Cyril took a seat and sat down at this gaming table.
A piece of parchment placed on the gaming table briefly introduced the game rules of the item "Blackjack": a deck of playing cards, excluding the big and small kings, has a total of 52 cards.
In the beginning, the puppet dealer dealt each participant an open card (whose points can be seen by others) and a hidden card (only visible to himself), and then the participants can choose to continue to add cards according to the points in their hands. Or skip. When all participants stop asking for cards, the one with the highest total of all cards in their hand must not exceed 21 wins.
After seeing all the participants seated, the puppet dealer began to shuffle the cards.
The sound of "swipe" playing cards came to Cyril's ears.
At the same time, he communicated with the system in his mind:
[Are you ready? ]
[Don't panic, it's not a big problem! Trust my computing skills! Believe in math! 】The sound of the system is full of confidence.
The puppet dealers started to deal cards, two per person.
Cyril received 4 of hearts and 3 of clubs for a total of 7.
The remaining three cards are 7 of diamonds, 5 of spades, and 2 of hearts.
The system quickly listed all the possible card-holding probabilities of the other three and Cyril's best card matrix on the screen in front of him.
The puppet dealer paused after dealing a round of cards, and after they all saw the cards in their hands, they proceeded to the next round of dealing.
His white-gloved hand pressed a poker card and handed it to Cyril, his head without facial features nodded slightly, and then made a calm mechanical voice: "Do you want a card?"
【want. 】
"want."
Cyril said aloud.
He held down the playing card in front of him, gently lifted a corner and glanced at the number on it, it was 10 of diamonds.
Now the sum of the cards in his hand is 17.
And all the data on the system screen in front of Cyril was updated again.
A few rounds passed, and he got another 3 of spades with exactly 20 in his hand.
Cyril's face remained calm, and the next deal was skipped calmly.
After everyone stopped taking cards, under the instructions of the puppet dealer, everyone turned the cards over.
Cyril looked at the other people's cards.
Sure enough, as calculated by the system, the sum of the points is less than his own, and the largest is only 18.
However, Cyril hadn't had time to be happy, and when he retracted his gaze, he swept the corner of his eye to his card.
His heart skipped a beat, his beautiful almond eyes widened, and the smile that had not yet unfolded completely froze on his face.
In silence, someone changed his cards! !
The four cards revealed in front of Cyril now become 4 of hearts, 3 of clubs, 2 of diamonds and 3 of spades.
He originally got the square 10 and was instantly replaced by someone!
Obviously, the moment he opened it, it was still square 10...
Cyril quickly raised his head to look at the other three people at the gaming table, carefully examining their expressions.
The two who lost were dejected and annoyed, while the face of the winner was full of shock and disbelief, and they didn't look fake.
[System did you see anything? ]
[Hastily! I don't see anything! The numbers on the cards have quietly changed! It must be magic! 】 Cyril lowered his head slightly and lowered his eyelashes.
After the long and curled eyelashes covered the almond eyes, it seemed that his expression was a little indifferent at this time.
Cyril's fingertips moved slightly, thinking about what to do.
Continue to owe chips and start a new round of the game
But if someone uses magic to obstruct him in secret, he will only lose more and more.
After all, only magic can defeat magic.
"Mr. Dealer, I beg to see the rest of the cards."
Cyril asked bluntly in a very calm tone.
The other two losers also said: "Yes, I also ask to see it!"
They all hold a trace of the idea that the winner will come out of a thousand.
The puppet man shook his head slightly and nodded.
It spreads out the unfinished cards in its hand one by one, and moves smoothly.
Cyril glanced quickly and saw the diamond 10, which had been in his own hand and now lay quietly among the remaining cards, as if the position had never changed.
He stood up indifferently and walked consciously to the circular stage in the center of the casino.
At this time, it happened that a game had just ended.
Cyril stepped up the steps and walked to the circular stage. The rest of the people waiting on the stage didn't mind him cutting the line at all. Instead, they were lucky enough to let go of their hearts - they could continue the game again.
Fight early, finish early, fight quickly.
Cyril thought to himself.
When the winner of the previous round saw that the game time was finally over, he breathed a sigh of relief, while thinking that he had finally escaped the catastrophe, while passing by Cyril.
Perhaps he was in a good mood at this time, and the man smiled at Cyril and said, "Hey, come on! Buddy!"
However, the smile touched the wound at the corner of his mouth, and all the facial features on his face were squeezed together, and he grinned, "Ouch! It hurts!"
Cyril looked at his blue nose and swollen face, and was a little confused.
At this moment, the puppet referee suddenly said: "From now on, the competition will be changed to a ring competition! The final winner can get a reward of 1,000 Wu Jing! Everyone in the casino can participate!"
Cyrillic:? ?
Man, I have reason to suspect that someone is targeting me, and I have proof.
The suddenly raised voice of the puppet referee overwhelmed the music and reached the ears of all the freshmen present.
"1000 Wu Jing!"
The crowd was in an uproar.
"That's right! And the Master Wizard of the Black will also provide treatment for those who are seriously endangered in the following games."
The puppet referee went on to add.
The eyes of the freshmen became more and more eager.
Cyril, who was standing in the center of the circular stage, suddenly became the focus of the crowd.
He felt like a bunch of alluring Wu Jing now, and these freshmen looked at him as if they were seeing a feast in the future.
Cyril also felt that malicious gaze once again, as if being stared at by a poisonous snake who didn't know where he was.
This gaze was mixed with so many sights, but still carried an outrageous arrogance that surpassed everyone else.
Cyril subconsciously stretched out his hand and pressed the rose necklace on his neck through his clothes, reminding himself that he was not fighting alone, and that the little snake Green and the system were by his side.
Thinking so, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes became firm.
"Excuse me... referee... can I... voluntarily admit defeat?"
The loser of the previous round, who was lying on the stage, raised his head from the ground and looked at the puppet referee.
His voice was broken and he asked out of breath.
The voice was weak, as if he was about to die in the next second.
Cyril followed the voice to look at the man, and barely recognized from his painted cheeks that this was another acquaintance—the boy who wanted to rob him in the middle of the night and ran away inexplicably.
"Can."
The puppet referee probably thought there was no point in letting this man fight again, so he nodded in agreement.
Immediately afterwards, Cyril saw the boy quickly slip off the stage with agile movements that were extremely incompatible with his physical state at this time, for fear that the puppet referee would catch him back to continue the game later.
Good guy, turned out to be an actor? ! No wonder I deliberately found myself to touch porcelain before.
"I, Adams Philip, ask for a challenge!"
A tall young man with dark brown hair and an overgrown chin strode to the round stage.
He puffed out his chest, raised his chin, and said to the puppet referee.
The puppet referee nodded and let the man on stage.
Then, it took out an hourglass again and signaled to the two: "When one side of the game voluntarily gives up, or there is an extreme danger to life, the game ends automatically. If it is normal until the hourglass ends, the game time ends. Unable to continue attacker failure."
Both nodded.
The tall bearded youth walked onto the circular stage and stood face to face with Cyril.
Compared with the strong young man, Cyril suddenly looked thinner and weaker.
"I advise you to take the initiative to admit defeat!"
The bearded youth glanced at Cyril, grinned, and said slowly in a long tone.
Cyril raised an eyebrow.
He recalled that his magic index was indeed "15", and then quickly went through the magic spell and its corresponding magic rune that he had memorized for a long time in his mind, and put his mind down for the time being.
Little brother, you know nothing about the power of magic.
But the next moment, Cyril watched as he carefully pulled out a slender, crooked wooden stick from the inside of his coat.
His tall figure was a bit funny with this black little stick.
It's a wand!
Cyril's eyes stayed on the wand, and his eyebrows twitched.
He suddenly remembered the conversation he heard while eating at the restaurant of Rose Garden. It turned out that this person was the new Philip who had found the wand.
Cyril's face turned serious.
In his impression, the wand is the most powerful weapon of the wizard, and even rounded up is the wizard's wife.
Cyril calmly let the system scan this person's body data: [Name: Adams Philip
Age: 15
Stamina: 9
Strength: 12
Mental Power: 15
Mana: 5
Achievement: A local tyrant with a membership card of the Black Rose Chamber of Commerce
Explanation: This kid is really looking too anxious and looks good enough to be your dad. But don't panic, it's not a problem! When the game is over, you can beat him to his knees and call him Dad. 】 Cyril quickly glanced at Philip's body index that appeared on the screen in front of him, his mental power and magic power were very good.
Combined with the fact that he also got a wand (seems to be the only one for a freshman), it's no wonder that he feels confident that he can beat himself to be the final winner.
Cyril was taken aback, and took another look at the information on the wand in Philip's hand displayed by the system: [Name: Schrodinger's Wand/Schrodinger's Kate
Purpose: A tool to assist wizards and wizard apprentices in casting magic
How to use: It's impossible to hold a wand with your foot, right? It is not ruled out that some wizards may hold their wands in their mouths (highly not recommended, nothing else, unhygienic.)
Description: This is a wand made by a wizard named Schrödinger (now at the Tower of Truth) during his wizarding apprenticeship and affectionately named "Kate".
Why do I know so clearly? I graciously tell you, please look carefully at the end of the wand, is it engraved with the maker's message - "Schrödinger, Tower of Truth, A-level wizard apprentice"
Due to the whimsy of Schrödinger himself when he made this wand, the magic array used to combine the wand materials on this wand is very creative, so there is a 50% chance that this wand will not act according to the intention of the wand owner. . As for whose intentions it acts? Then we won't know.
This is a wand that even Schrödinger, the wand maker, could not fathom! No one can guess what magical things will happen the next moment the bearer of the wand casts a spell! Oh, the damn magic of this wand is so addicting! 】 Cyril's first reaction was: This wand has a long history, and it actually shows that the information is so long.
After he read it quickly, he suddenly raised his mind again.
A-level wizard apprentice, or researcher of the Tower of Truth, what is the difference between the wand he made and other wands
What does it mean to have a 50% chance of not doing what the wand owner intended
It is also worth noting that this is the first time Cyril has seen a friendly and enthusiastic description of a magic item from the system.
He became more and more vigilant and did not dare to be careless.
The puppet referee still hasn't announced preparations, and seems to be waiting for something.
Cyril's eyes swept across the stage, and he saw the Weber siblings and the two Abrahams were worried, and it seemed that even the face of Paris Geller on the other side was not pure schadenfreude.
His heart warmed slightly.
Why haven't you started yet
Cyril was puzzled, and then he saw a puppet dealer under the stage hugging a large brass box with his left and right hands, and walked to the most conspicuous position under the circular stage to put it down.
"A new project has been opened - the betting project of the competition."
The puppet dealer pointed to the big brass box beside him with a white-gloved finger, and continued to say in a calm voice: "The coin slot on the left side of this box represents the one on the left side of the circular stage. Adams Philip, tall and wand, and the coin slot on the right represents Cyril Lawrence, standing empty-handed on the right side of the circular stage."
Cyril's forehead twitched.
This introduction is so... too objective? !
After a while, Cyril saw many new students put their chips into the coin slot representing Philip one after another.
He could hear the "crash-" sound of the brass chips falling to the bottom of the box, which was particularly clear.
On the other hand, the coin slot, which represents his own, is scattered and no one cares.
Cyril: Thank you, was offended.