The two women gave Jenkins no advice, but looked at him calmly. The firelight distorted everyone's faces, and Jenkins tore open the neckline, not even caring that the buttons were broken off.
"You trust me so much?"
he asked in disbelief.
"That's what fate said."
"Mr. Williams, from the look on your face, I can't see your nervousness."
This is their answer.
"No, I'm nervous."
He replied with a wry smile, seeing that his cuffs were already scorched, if the strange situation was not ended as soon as possible, the power of divine arts might not be able to compete with the sea of fire.
After a quick look at the cards in his hand, he threw out one: "Curse of disease!"
Black air, emerged from the cards and rushed towards the strange man, but nothing happened.
"Sure enough, it's not human!"
Miss Miller actually laughed, took out a palm-sized notebook from her coat pocket and wrote a few words.
Jenkins stared blankly at the cards in his hand, without speaking:
"Forget it, the next time we blow it up, it won't be worthwhile to die here to keep our identity a secret. They are also my friends, so they should keep it secret... yes."
The man pointed at Miss Miudelli, obviously, the next round belonged to her.
The woman smiled provocatively at the corner of her mouth, and then reached out to brush the hair that was sticking to the side of her face due to sweat behind her ears. She didn't choose to play a card, but shuffled her own cards, and then randomly chose one and threw it out.
"Is this the believer of fate?"
Jenkins sighed, squinting at the card with purple eyes drawn on it.
He was startled, and subconsciously looked at Miss Audrey, the purple aura in his eyes really disappeared.
"Is that really a special item?"
The pair of beautiful eyes emerged from the playing cards, because the shape was the same as the eyes of the people around me, and a strange feeling came to my heart. He looked into Miss Audrey's eyes again, afraid that there were now two black holes.
"What's wrong?"
she asked.
"nothing."
It is not aggressive to the eyes, just look at strange men for a while, and then disappear.
Miss Audrey didn't explain anything, but looked relieved. Miss Miller twitched her eyebrows and actually laughed too.
"Can someone explain this?"
He asked like that, but the man didn't give him a chance.
He quickly took out a card from the arc-shaped pile, and threw it in front of Miss Audrey. Those eyes were destined for him, so he could play his cards.
"Inspirit!"
A pair of black sharp claws stretched out from the card, and before everyone could react, they plunged into Miss Audrey's stomach, and then violently pulled her soul out.
"The dream soul leaves the body."
After the man's counterattack, it was Jenkins' turn. He threw the card with his image on the blue skin in front of Miss Audrey, and then his vision changed, and the whole person emerged from the card.
He grabbed those hands and bit them hard on the wrist. The pain in her wrist released Miss Audrey's soul, and the latter quickly fled back to her body. Then, Jenkins returned to his flesh, and the black claws stretched back.
Before the man could speak, Jenkins immediately announced, "The target of my ability is Miss Audrey, so she still has a chance to play cards at my meeting, right?"
After a while of silence.
"You know the rules well."
Jenkins laughed, wiped off the sweat on his forehead whether it was from nervousness or the sea of fire, and let out a long breath.
In this damn game, the rules don't seem very strict, as long as the activities are carried out within the range mentioned by the dealer, there should be no problem.
"Thanks."
The lady sitting on one side whispered, and Jenkins shook his head lightly, just hoping that the woman would not throw cards of unknown meaning like the previous two times.
"B-07-4-8848, Mister Mischief's Mischief Pocket."
She carefully observed the cards in her hand this time before throwing out one of them. Jenkins looked at the pattern on the card, which seemed to be the pocket on Miss Audrey's dress.
The pocket became empty from the cards, and then swung lightly in front of the player, at least one-third of the cards were filled into the pocket.
"Why use Mr. Mischief's props? It's too risky? And props with such affixes are all luck."
Miss Miller asked Audrey through Jenkins, and the latter pursed her lips, "Miller, we haven't known each other for a year or two, you should know my personality."
Miss Miller narrowed her eyes, then turned her gaze to Jenkins. Jenkins raised his head in doubt, and the short lady made an expression of enlightenment.
"Have you found a way out?"
"Yes, we won't lose."
Miss Audrey said softly, but she also didn't intend to explain to Jenkins.
Before he could ask a question, Miss Miller threw out a brand new card, and now it was her turn.
"B-01-3-5100, [Poison Poison Knife]."
A short black dagger flew out of the card, but it didn't attack directly, it just stayed beside Miss Miller.
"Is it okay to not set an attack target, just use it?"
She asked the dealer, who looked at her for a while before repeating his previous answer: "You know the rules very well."
Now Jenkins can be sure that this strange situation is not about playing cards at all, but who can use his cards more reasonably under the premise of complying with the rules.
Since Miss Miller's turn has no target and no counterplayer, it goes directly to the dealer's turn.
He also didn't look at the cards in his hand, which had only more than sixty cards left, but randomly picked one from the middle and threw it in the middle of the table:
"[Spirit of Flame]!"
With the playing of this card, a mass of transparent air that can only be seen in the field of vision of the [Eye of Reality] was thrown into the fire. Afterwards, the flames fluttered violently, and the golden divine barrier retreated again.
With a muffled sound, a fist made of flames appeared in front of everyone, followed by the entire elemental life.
"I summoned the Spirit of Fire, and at the same time, because the effect of [Arson] is still there, it can gain more power."
Before the dealer finished speaking, the height of the Flame Spirit skyrocketed, and the howling flames almost completely engulfed the three of them.
"[Frost Fist]!"
Jenkins quickly threw out a card, and Miss Miller also threw out a card: "[Short Fairness]!"
A golden balance appeared between the elemental life and Frost Fist, and then the balance fell to a huge life form that was at least five times the size of the fist.