But the chess game is like a battlefield, and there is no sympathy, not to mention that Zimu is looking forward to defeating the beautiful young man in front of him, and then see how he will look like.

Alvin saw through the last killer move of Quilt, so there was no hope of turning the game of chess.

I thought the remaining stage was the slaughtering performance of the old guy Zimu, but I never thought that Alvin was still resisting. In the final stage, even with only one magician and one missionary left, Alvin still tried to go to the direction of the peace.

Then the two sides fought wits and courage for more than a dozen rounds before Alvin was completely killed.

This was a heart-wrenching battle.

After watching the whole game, everyone couldn't help but feel a little dizzy after using their brains too much.

Alvin stared at the chessboard in front of him, as if he could not recover from the failure. He couldn't help but ask himself in his heart: "I haven't lost chess for many years?" You know, when the "Four Young Masters" were rampant in Saluxi, few people dared to play chess with him.

"Awesome." Alvin pretended to be calm and gentle, praised this with a smile, and then stood up to say goodbye.

"Take it slow, take it slow," Zimu also stood up and grabbed Alvin, "Young man, old guy, I don't know what your name is?"

"Alvin Feilie" Alvin curled his lips, and then led Onian and Theresia out of the casino.

Zimu looked at Alvin's departure back deeply and sighed: "So you are Alvin..."

Not many people in the casino have heard of this name. However, this game of chess has become a topic of conversation and has spread among many gambling players.

After all, after so many years, I have never seen anyone who can compete with Mr. Zimu for so many rounds.

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Since the "Tongtian Casino" came out, Alvin's face has been very gloomy.

Onian twisted his cheek without any scruples.

Alvin wanted to curse, but when he saw that it was Onian, he could only swallow his stomach when he said something. Only Onian and Lanwen had the courage to tease him on Alvin's head. And only facing these two people, Alvin could not have an attack.

"What, I have to comfort you a few words?" Onian said with a glance at Alvin.

"Isn't it just a loser? What a big deal?" Alvin said lightly.

"If you really have such a mind, the dark clouds in the sky should dissipate immediately." Onian turned his head and poked Alvin's heart with his fingers.

Theresia, who was beside her, felt funny when she saw Alvin's pouting and silent. But she felt a little lonely in her heart, and felt that only Onian could make this person so embarrassed, as if no matter how intimate she and Alvin were, she could not replace the position of the white-haired woman in his mind.

"Why don't you go to a drama and relax?" Tulang suddenly said proposingly.

"It just so happened that an old friend of mine was working as a screenwriter there, so he could enjoy it and not charge us tickets."

"I'm going to let you go, Looney?" Alvin said angrily. He thought that Tulang's previous sentence was sarcastic, and he couldn't help but curse: "I want to let go, isn't it just that I lost the game..."

Seeing Alvin's jumping foot, the other three couldn't help it

Laugh out loud.

So, under the leadership of Tulang, the group came to the "Naran" Theater in the south city. Not to mention, since Onian said that, naively, the sky was not raining, and the sky blocked by the haze gradually shone out.

"Oh, Tulang, do you know how to come to visit business?" An old man with a bad appearance than writing hard all night greeted Tulang at the entrance of the theater. As soon as he opened his mouth, he smelled of wine. There were two heavy bags of eyes hanging under his sleepy eyes, and his hair was greasy and clearly tied. It really vividly showed the image of a down-and-out literati.

Onian and Theresia were both "smoked" by this sloppy old man and took a few steps back.

Because Alvin has many places to spend time, it is not surprising. What's more, the "Four Young Masters" at that time were often hungover. After the snoring that night, it smelled much heavier than the old man's mouth.

"Here, this person is 'Shawu'. He heard his name in front of the building a few days ago?" Tulang pointed to the old man and introduced to Alvin, "He wrote a book for the troupe here."

So Alvin and his friends remembered that the poems and essays that were thrown out before the building that day were written by this "Sand Mist".

"Hmph! Come up and humiliate me?" the old man cursed, "What should I do if I don't like my deviled poems?"

Then he looked at Alvin, glanced at him, and said seriously: "Your song "Wing Chun by the Funing River" is really good."

"It is hard to imagine that young people like you will be happy to say something to us despicable people who have no identities." Sha Wu continued.

Alvin thought to himself that he was a literati, and he understood what his poem was written as soon as he heard it. However, he did not expect that the sand fog would remember his appearance in the crowd.

As for why Sha Wu can see Alvin's origin, after all, this urban scholar has dealt with many nobles, which is not uncommon.

"What's going on? You old guy, just say that you're not as good as him?" Tulang laughed and ridiculed.

"I just tell you that our leader of the Free Army of the Universal Church can attack cities and villages, and write poetry and paintings in martial arts. You just need to admire it and you will be done, do you understand?" Tulang is now playing the role of Yu Hao.

Elvin felt a little embarrassed when faced with this sudden flattery.

Sha Wu naturally knew that Alvin was not small, but he was indignant: "I have been studying literature for most of my life, but in the end I am not as good as this young man's leisure work?" He faintly contempt for Alvin, and he also knew that he was ridiculous, especially for more than one young man with a literati identity. He stared at a person who did not regard himself as an opponent as an opponent, and there was a kind of wishful thinking of tragic. Sha Wu knew this, but knew it was one thing, and relieved was another.

Seeing that Sha Wu was humiliated by himself and silent, Tulang couldn't continue to attack him. In fact, he didn't know Sha Wu's thoughts? To be honest, at their age, they shouldn't have any jealousy towards such young people, but sometimes complaining about "born injustice" will run through people's lives. Even Tulang himself, sometimes when he looked at Alvin, there would be thoughts like Sha Wu coming out of his mind.

Why is this person both good looks and talent? Why is this person always surrounded by peerless beauties?

Knowing that all the gifts of fate have long been secretly bidding for the price. But if the general public really knows the price, will they retreat again?

"I'm going to bring so many people to support me today, isn't it enough?" Tulang changed the subject and patted Sha Wu on the shoulder and teased.

"Don't think I'll give you free tickets. You guys are either rich or noble." Sha Wu smiled.

"Hey! How can you avoid this little money?"

The two old men were talking and laughing, and then led the young people in through the theater door.

At this time, a girl carrying a group of her skirts came up and complained to Sha Wu: "My screenwriter, why are you hiding here? Are you confused by drinking?"

Alvin couldn't help but smile after hearing this. It seemed that Sha Wu usually drinks a lot of wine.

"This is Roryn, the number one beauty in our group and the heroine of this opera." Sha Wu introduced with a smile.

"These two are the first-class beauties, I am just an ugly duck from the countryside." After saying that, Rorynn smiled and looked at the two young "men" behind Alvin.

"Huh? Your eyes are so sharp." Alvin said in surprise.

"This is..." Roline looked at Shawu.

"This is Mr. Elvin, you are thinking about," Sha Wu said angrily, "Aren't you talking about his poem every day? Is it so happy to see the author himself?"

If it were an ordinary woman who was so ridiculed, she would probably blush with shame, but Roryn is an actor who could be on stage, so naturally she would not be shy about the girl because of such jokes. When she heard that the majestic man in front of her was the "Alvin", she radiated light from her eyes.

"Are you Mr. Alvin?" Roline had no expression in her little daughter and asked casually.

"What's wrong?" Alvin thought to himself that it wasn't because of a poem that loved him? His depressed mood was suddenly lifted up.

"Can you...can you invite you to write a play for us?" Roline was a little embarrassed when she said this.

Alvin fell to the bottom of the valley again, and his upper eyelids drooped.

The two girls behind him burst into laughter at the same time. It seems that someone's face is not easy to use anywhere.

Little did he know that Sha Wu's face was drooping even more seriously. He drooped his head and his chin was almost poking his chest. Tulang held back his laughter and patted his old friend's shoulder again to show comfort.

Seeing Alvin's appearance, Roryn hurriedly said, "It's indeed a bit abrupt, but if you write a play, it will surely make our troupe shine in the entire Fuwei Empire."

"You just said 'opera', and I don't know what kind of opera you are like, so how can you start writing?" Alvin shirked.

"This is also a genre that has only emerged nowadays. A while ago, our troupe went to the Duchy of Fanao in the south. A form of singing and performing was popular there, so we learned it." Rolin explained.

"Did you perform while singing?" Alvin tried to imagine, "I really haven't seen it."

When Theresia heard it, she felt it was fresh, so she urged Alvin to buy the tickets so that she could go in and see what was going on.

Roline generously said she didn't need it.
Chapter completed!