"Do you think I won't put anti-counterfeiting marks on the tickets for such a big lottery?" Chris said in a cold tone, "I blended the magic into the water and sprinkled it on every ticket. Since you showed up,
From the moment I saw it, I knew it was fake.”
Chris explained the principles of anti-counterfeiting and convinced everyone present.
Everyone's magic power fluctuations are different, just like fingerprints. Even if there are other magicians in Mote City, it is impossible to forge lottery tickets with the same magic power fluctuations as Chris's.
The four people were all stunned. They didn't expect that their group's conspiracy would be discovered so quickly.
But they were not afraid at all. In front of so many people, this kid wouldn't do anything to them. At most, he would just give them a lesson.
Chris said solemnly: "Forging our lottery tickets and pretending to receive the prizes, should you give me an explanation?"
"You, what do you want to do?" The four people took a few steps back in fright.
Chris took out his wand and pointed it at them in the air. Strong wind pressure hit them and lifted the four of them into the air.
Immediately afterwards, a green whip of light emerged from the top of the wand, which was more than ten meters long and was covered with spikes.
"Pa!" Chris slapped the four of them hard.
The four people screamed in agony, and rows of bloody holes appeared on their buttocks.
Chris wanted to tell these people that he had anti-counterfeiting measures and that there would be a price to pay for forging lottery tickets.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"Don't fight, don't fight." One person quickly begged for mercy, "It was Baron Levitt who sells pineapple buns who asked us to do it."
"Yes, yes, yes, he gave me two silver coins and asked me to come over and claim the first prize. He also gave us this prize ticket." Another person quickly agreed.
Chris stopped and put those people down with a smile on his face. This was his second purpose, to question the people behind the scenes.
Even the handwriting on the lottery tickets that these four people took out was the same as his own. They were obviously deliberately imitated. If they hadn't come prepared, Chris would never believe it.
And what a coincidence, the four of them actually thought of going together?
From the beginning, Chris could tell that someone was behind it.
"It turns out that Baron Levit used this move to attack his competitors."
"I just bought pineapple buns from his house this morning. How could he do such a thing? I will never go there again."
Levit was among the crowd, his face pale.
He originally sent someone to imitate Chris's handwriting, trying to make it perfect.
Unexpectedly, this young man actually saved a trick.
To be cautious, Levit did not even send his own people, but hired them directly with money.
But this guy Chris actually dared to torture "customers" in front of so many people.
In order to avoid the pain of flesh and blood, those people surrendered Levit, which he never expected.
It's like saying that his evil deeds were exposed in full view of the public.
If you can't sell it to others, you'll make trouble secretly.
This will have a huge impact on Levi's reputation, and it may also affect pineapple bun shops.
Levit was about to sneak away quietly, but he felt a feeling like a light on his back behind him.
He looked back and saw Chris's eyes staring straight at him.
Chris stepped forward and walked towards Levitte.
A passage automatically opened up in the crowd, and 20,000 pairs of eyes watched silently.
"You, what are you going to do?" Levit took a few steps back in fright. He felt an extremely terrifying aura from this young man's body.
"Heh." Chris walked up to Levit and sneered, "Everyone goes out to do business and attracts customers based on their abilities. Why are you asking me to do this when you are causing trouble behind my back?"
"I'm warning you not to mess around, there are so many people watching..." Levit's voice was trembling a little, and the young man's eyes were very cold, as if he was looking at a dead person.
Chris raised his hand and slapped him away.
Levit raised his hand to block, and silver fighting spirit erupted from his body. His strength was comparable to the peak of a first-order knight.
"Snapped!"
Chris successfully hit Levit in the face, but the latter's fighting spirit had no effect at all. He was knocked to the ground, with a red slap mark on his face and bloodshot eyes from the corner of his mouth.
In front of the second-level magic warrior, the first-level knight was as fragile as a baby, with no ability to resist at all.
The whole place was in an uproar. In full view of everyone, a baron was slapped in the face.
Levit's face was in burning pain, and hatred surged in his heart. He stretched out his hand, pointed at Chris, and said angrily: "You!"
"What, you're not convinced?" Chris said calmly, "You can have a knight duel with me."
When there is a conflict between two nobles or knights, a knight duel can be initiated.
Once it starts, it doesn't matter whether you live or die.
Moreover, the family behind the fallen knight cannot take revenge in various names, otherwise it will be hated by all the nobles.
Of course, when one party initiates a duel, the other party has the right to refuse.
Knight duels cannot be forced and must be voluntary on both sides.
Levitte gritted his teeth, and with that slap just now, he knew that he was no match for Chris.
I can only swallow this anger into my stomach.
"You can get out." Chris stopped paying attention to him and came to the shop door without looking back.
"Here, here is half a pound of dragon meat as your reward. Please keep it." Chris touched the space ring with his palm, took out a piece of brown meat, and handed it to the winner's hand.
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"Thank you, boss." Haydn took the dragon meat with excitement on his face, his heart beating fast.
The breathing of tens of thousands of people became rapid, and their eyes were fixed on the lump of flesh.
"The show is over, let's get out." Chris waved to everyone, and then told Jonathan and the others to clean up the shop.
The crowd slowly dispersed, and some people gathered around Haydn.
"Hey, do you want to sell your dragon meat? I'll pay you fifty silver coins."
"I'll pay fifty-five."
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Today's profit was pretty good. Four hundred silver coins were sold. Even after excluding the cost of the prizes, it was still a huge profit.
More importantly, Chris gained a total of 600 reputation points.
Gaining 600 reputation points in a single day was something that was unimaginable before.
Of course, as the four jams are released one after another, the reputation value will gradually decrease starting from the fifth day.
However, the 140 points of reputation gained from daily draws will not change.
This kind of lottery trick cannot be imitated by other businesses.
After all, not everyone has something like dragon meat.
Dragon meat, which is extremely precious in the eyes of ordinary people, Chris had more than ten tons of it. He couldn't finish it, so he threw it away without thinking of a way to dispose of it.