The night is still long, and the carnival in Walding’s Tavern continues.
Some people just don’t believe in evil, but they want to compete with Victor in the fields he is good at.
For Victor, who possesses the secret transmission of fortune-telling, it is impossible to win against him as long as his opponent does not come out with a thousand tricks.
Fortune-telling by pinching secrets can predict fortune and direction, and predict good or bad luck later.
Victor can occupy the lucky seat in advance, and then know from the calculation whether he should argue and follow the bet.
After playing a dozen cards with a deck of cards, Victor won all the 20 far cards that Arthur had.
The drinkers were still dancing, accompanied by the hearty singing of the cowboys. But our sturdy businessman couldn't stop laughing.
"No...impossible, why do you win so much every time you win, and the few times you lose are just ante bets, with no desire to raise the bet at all? Can you see the cards in my hand?" Arthur's eyes clearly doubted Victor's intention.
In fact, Victor's secret message is no different when used at the gambling table than gambling. This has been verified on the Kaleidoscope.
As long as the opponent is not a con man, Victor is invincible.
"Okay, my friend, do you want to continue? Don't you want to bet big? Why do you only have 20 farka... Or are you going to bet your underwear?"
Arthur's face turned red, either because of the alcohol or embarrassment, but it was obvious that he was feeling unconvinced.
"No, I don't believe it, I want to continue... Don't forget, besides underwear, I have other assets."
Victor spread his hands and said jokingly: "I'm not interested in your shabby van."
"No, I have just introduced you to 'White Butt', that unicorn..."
Hearing this, Victor was stunned and recalled the strong white horse at the door.
Is this guy Arthur so addicted to gambling? He wants to mortgage his horse.
"Come on! If you lose it again, how can you go back to Black Gold Town? Can you walk?"
Feeling Victor's disbelieving look, Arthur slammed his fist on the table.
"Stop talking about this, brat, I'm just asking you if you dare to gamble again! If you lose, spit out double the money you just won."
Doubling it is only 40 farka, which is nothing to Victor now.
It's just that Arthur probably can't understand the happiness of rich people.
But since he wanted to continue betting, Victor was not particularly interested in the white horse. All the abilities were blown out by Arthur himself. Who knows if the unicorn can travel thousands of miles in a day?
"Why do I have to spit out double the amount if I lose? My friend, you made a good calculation."
Arthur's face became even redder: "Then you make a condition, at least it must be worthy of the value of the 'white ass', you know it is far more than 40 farka."
"How about you teach me how to use a gun?" Victor blinked.
Arthur was stunned and stared at Victor's face in confusion.
I originally thought that he wanted to impose some harsh conditions, but who knew that he would just ask me to teach him how to use a gun?
"Is it difficult to say yes?"
"No... this is too simple, but I can only teach you the method. Any sharpshooter can only achieve success after long-term practice..."
"No problem!"
The two hit it off immediately and started shuffling the cards.
Arthur's companions were drunk and sitting around, talking drunkenly and making fun of Arthur's luck.
The final moment has arrived to decide the outcome.
Arthur stared at the "phone number" on his hand, his expression becoming quite ugly.
Victor showed Arthur the cards in his hand and saw that it was a "gourd". The opponent's face turned pale and his blush disappeared.
"We are always obsessed with anger and want to take back everything that belongs to us from fate..." Victor laughed loudly, picked up the cup and took a sip, "Nothing in the world is perfect, choose half,
Let go of the other side, so that you can live freely... You shouldn't take this last gamble with me, Mr. Arthur."
Arthur stared at the scattered cards on the table, then let out a long sigh after a long time.
"Let it go... You are indeed right. No one wants to indulge in memories, but good things often belong to the past... Hey... the white ass is yours, Mr. Victor, I am willing to admit defeat."
Victor waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need the horse: "Give you three days to teach me how to use a gun."
"There's only one day tomorrow... Since you don't have any goods here, I have to go back to Black Gold Town early. You know, I have two old friends sleeping there, and they are waiting for me to clean the tombstones..."
Just take it one day at a time!
In short, Victor must seize the time to improve his necessary skills to survive in this world, and marksmanship is one of the most necessary abilities.
He doesn't want to encounter the situation where, if he is given a gun, he can't hit within ten meters.
As he said, Arthur stood up unsteadily, said hello to his companions, and asked Victor to go out with him.
They found a pile of empty barrels behind the tavern and placed some finished beer bottles on the sealed barrels. Then Arthur pulled out the gun from his waist and handed it to Victor.
"Fire a few shots and try..."
Victor stood ten meters away, held the handle with both hands, took careful aim and fired six shots. Every time he fired, he had to snap back the hammer with his thumb. In the end, the bullets were all empty. Only one shot hit the barrel and the bottle.
Not a single one was broken.
Although it was night and the light was dim, such poor shooting skills still made Arthur slap his forehead hard.
"Can't you hold it steady?"
As he spoke, Arthur walked up to Victor and tapped the barrel of the gun. Victor exclaimed and the gun fell to the ground.
"Pick it up, brat..."
Victor was not angry after being scolded by Arthur. He lowered his head and picked up the gun.
"The most basic thing is to hold your weapon firmly, and be careful with the trigger, so as not to misfire and kill yourself." Arthur helped Victor reload the bullet, held his arms with both hands, and adjusted it for him.
A standard aiming posture.
"Don't shake your hands. Can you see the trajectory?"
"What? Ballistics?" Victor was a little confused.
"Bullets of different types of guns will not show the trajectory you take for granted. You have to try it carefully and find out its characteristics..."
While talking, Arthur guided Victor to fire a shot, but the bullet still hit nothing.
"It seems useless? But I think... I should get used to the recoil first." Victor smiled awkwardly.
"That's true, but after firing seven shots, did you feel the problem with the gun?" Arthur continued to explain.
Victor still didn't understand. Arthur pointed to the bullet hole on the barrel and said: "The bullets in my gun usually deviate part of the trajectory to the lower right corner. Even guns of the same model will have subtle differences. There is never the same bullet."
The bullets of the gun will be shot out in a straight line. The current firearms manufacturers have not yet reached that level of craftsmanship. If you want to become a sharpshooter, you must have a gun that you are familiar with."<
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This... is a bit difficult for the current Victor, who can't even suppress the recoil.
"There is no special trick. The main thing is that you have to practice more. Just follow the posture I taught you and shoot the wine bottle every day. Once you can hold the muzzle down, switch to one hand. If one day you can see the vague trajectory,