"I'm not here to listen to you teach fairy tales." Mike interrupted the other party's explanation, looking very impatient.
Jihad ignored Mike's patience and kept talking.
"The people of Nippur were born into this world as laborers. The most primitive obsession flows in our blood. That obsession makes us unable to resist serving that great race..."
"The construction of the tower has not stopped yet. All the people of Nippur who maintain their pure blood will eventually return to their original work."
"However, thousands of years of evolution have made our numbers smaller and smaller. Some rebellious tribesmen have chosen to mix with other ethnic groups in order to eliminate the shackles in their souls..."
At the moment Jihad was speaking, the glow of the rising sun had already appeared outside the window. At dawn, the cruise ship passengers gathered on the deck were all illuminated by this first ray of sunlight.
Outside the sea level, the shadow of a floating island divided the flat coastline. Mike noticed the fluctuations in the lines. After just a moment, his eyes suddenly widened.
"Our destination is close at hand, Mr. Mike Campino, and that is Akkad... more than two thousand years ago, it was the capital of the Uruk dynasty of the Nippur people, and now, this name has been
Given to me on an isolated island in the sea.”
Akkad?
Mike was shocked inside.
Isn't this exactly where Victor wants to go?
According to the initial plan, this ship would not sail to that island. It would dock at the nearest colonial island in this sea area, and Victor would disembark at that port and sublet other ships to approach that island.
.
As a result, after an unexpected situation last night, the Western Dawn stopped its fuel supply and actually drifted to the vicinity of Akkad Island along with the ocean currents?
With shock, Mike looked back at Jihad's face.
A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of the latter's mouth, and he said lightly: "The Tower of Babel project was restarted by the great race, but now there is not enough manpower to complete it, so... our 'Ring' mission will be
They are the slaves sent to the tower for the great race!"
To provide labor for a huge project?
Mike never expected that the truth of the matter would be like this.
It's not a pirate hijacking, nor a cult's sacrifice and massacre, but the kidnapping of a whole ship of humans to serve as manpower on that island...
But...he didn't see any signs of huge projects on the island. Is it just because they were too far away?
"I don't understand...if you want to build something, why don't you hire labor normally? You can even buy slaves like those manor owners, but you chose to hijack people on the cruise ship just to save costs?"
Jihad smiled, did not answer, and placed the third card in front of Mike.
Mike continued to press: "Also, what exactly is your so-called tower casting project? I don't understand what you mean at all."
"That is a secret that only gods can know. As I said, the people of Nippur only exist to serve as laborers."
After Jihad finally answered, he put away the remaining cards, and then said to Mike: "Now, how about we make a bet?"
"Playing cards?" Mike raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, but this bet will affect the lives of three people." He was still in the Riddler.
Mike looked at Jihad suspiciously, and then looked at the three cards placed in front of him.
"On the deck below, countless people were injured in the turmoil just now. I will take three of them as your conclusion after you draw the card." Jihad said.
Mike was puzzled: "What do you mean?"
Jihad stretched out his hand towards Mike and instructed.
"The first gentleman was shot in the thigh by a bullet during the commotion just now. He is now under good care, but his life depends on the cards you choose."
"Choose one. If the number you draw is 2-10, then his number of wounds will be 2-10 times more, and he may die immediately. If the number you draw is J-A, then he will die immediately.
The wound will heal quickly. If you can cure the big and small ghosts, then his wound will be transferred to my body."
"This is the unpredictable fate of gambling, and I am the gambler in the second secret of the Wheel of Fortune!"
Mike's breath froze after hearing this: The other party was indeed a seer.
If Victor were here, he would definitely be very familiar with the gambler's tricks.
Gamblers can set their own gambling rules, but this kind of rule is a double-edged sword. It may hurt the gambler himself, but it is most likely to be beneficial to the gambler himself.
Only Victor's invisible technique that can change luck can perfectly restrain it.
Mike has never played against a gambler, so he doesn't know these tricks.
However, he knew that his choice was at a disadvantage, so he refused to choose a card.
However, Jihad did not give him the "option" to refuse.
"In this case, I can regard you as abstaining, so you lose..."
"Lost? What happens next?"
"In my rules, the loser will bear the result of the next card I turn over."
After saying that, Jihad reached out and opened a card.
"Eight of Hearts!"
The next moment the cards were turned over, a scream came from the deck.
The man who was originally shot in the leg had seven more bullet holes in his body for some unknown reason. He screamed and fell to the ground bleeding.
A ship's doctor heard the cry and rushed over to check the situation, but was unable to save his life in time.
Mike was condescending in the cab and saw that scene.
He turned and looked angrily at Jihad.
"You...you put all these cards away early. No matter how I turn them over, they will all die!"
Hearing the other party's doubts, Jihad took the remaining two cards back into the deck, then reshuffled the deck and placed the entire set in front of Mike.
"Since you think I am suspected of cheating, let you choose from this deck of cards. The next one is an injured lady. She was stabbed in the waist with a dagger in the conflict just now.
…”
Mike swallowed and stared at the entire deck of cards in front of him.
He couldn't refuse the other party's request. If he didn't choose, Jihad would also turn over his cards.
After hesitating for a long time, Mike gritted his teeth and selected a card from the deck.
With trembling hands, he paused for a while before slowly opening it.
"Diamond 2..."
This meant the woman's stab wound would have been twice as serious.
Mike's heart was beating wildly, thinking that it wouldn't be too serious. At most, he would just make the other party suffer a little more, as long as he got timely treatment...
As soon as this thought occurred, another heart-rending scream came from below.
A lady suddenly fell to the ground, twitching non-stop, vomiting blood from her mouth, and clutching her chest in great pain.
The ship's doctor rushed over to check the problem again and tore off her clothes at the collar. There were no wounds on the exposed skin. However, the lady still died in pain!
"what happened?"
Mike peered through the shattered front window, shocked.
Jihad laughed: "Because you can't decide where the extra wound will appear...maybe on the heart."
