Wearing a white robe and a white crown, the rotten man has a mysterious smile that seems to be absent at the corner of his mouth.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness Dmitri... And, the respected His Majesty Annan - oh, are you still His Highness?"
He said in a strange voice and bowed exaggeratedly to Annan.
Annan's pupils were deep and dark, without any response.
The eyes like a doll stared at him coldly.
——This was different from the nightmares he had seen before.
Fufu came with unabashed malice from the beginning. This is probably the part where the difficulty of the nightmare increases due to the deformation.
And in the face of rotten husband's malice.
"Dmitri" was not afraid, he raised his right arm holding the knife horizontally and blocked Annan behind him.
He put his left hand into his pocket, raised his head, and looked at Fu Fu without fear.
Even under Fu Fu's interested gaze, "Dmitri's" eyes still showed little fear. That cold gaze was filled with very obvious resistance and disgust.
"——If you have something to say, please say it."
"Dmitri" said calmly: "Don't scare him."
"Ah, yes, yes. Of course."
Fufu clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "That is really rude, your two great highnesses."
Although He said this, he didn't look apologetic at all.
"Then let's take a gamble, Fufu."
"Dmitri" said without hesitation: "I will use my royal blood to bet with you in exchange for the power of the immortal."
"OK."
Fufu said briskly: "What to bet on? How to bet?"
Although his eyes were blocked, his smile and malice almost overflowed.
"Just follow the rules of Thousand Faces Fantasy Tower."
"Dmitri" simply replied: "Best of three games, only use the things in this room to bet."
He didn't cautiously tell a lot of meaningless details like Shisanxiang.
But Fufu agreed without hesitation: "Okay..."
He replied softly.
He didn't say a lot of offensive words like before, and his tone was even as friendly as pre-sales customer service.
Although I can't see His eyes.
But Annan could feel that Fufu seemed to be serious this time. As a result, Shisanxiang and Husky were unable to make full use of their experience in conquering this nightmare.
"So in the first game...who will come first?"
"I come."
Without waiting for Annan to respond, "Dmitri" responded immediately.
"good."
Fufu also nodded and agreed.
"Then let's bet on something simple."
He said with a smile and pointed at Annan: "Your brother Annan...can be considered in this room, right?"
"If you want to take the opportunity to harm Annan, this ritual will be terminated now."
"Dmitri" responded without hesitation: "I will not treat Annan as a prop."
Annan just reached out and grabbed Dmitri's sleeves and whispered: "Don't worry, listen to what he says first."
"It's very simple. It won't hurt Annan. I won't hurt anyone..."
Fu Fu took a deep breath and showed a kind smile: "You said, use the rules of the Thousand Faces Fantasy Tower. And this is also the gambling content commonly used in the Thousand Faces Fantasy Tower."
He said, picking up a deck of cards.
"The cards in this deck are from one to thirteen. We count the clown and the clown as fourteen and fifteen, so we have fifteen cards."
Fu Fu picked out fifteen cards and gave them to Annan.
He touched Annan's head, and said in a low voice like a kindergarten aunt: "Then, little friend, please pick out three cards from here. Remember not to say the picked cards out loud.
oh."
Annan glanced at "Dmitri".
He didn't even look at Fufu, and quietly selected three cards from them.
"Okay!"
Fufu said with a smile: "Then we have three special cards in our hands - cards personally selected by His Highness Annan."
He turned back and asked "Dmitri" a question.
"Then, Your Highness Dmitri, let me first respectfully ask you a question..."
His voice became slightly deeper.
The atmosphere gradually became dull, and the surrounding space became quiet - all sounds were erased by the "aroma" of rotten fufu.
In other words, it is a fragrance that makes people "inaudible".
But Fufu's voice penetrated this aroma, resounding in "Dmitri's" heart:
"What do you think...are the three most important elements for a king?"
Looking at Fufu's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"Dmitri" slightly lowered the silver ceremonial knife he was holding.
He looked at Fu Fu without any hesitation or fear.
"King? Anything like that is good..."
"Dmitri's" clear and cold pupils flashed with unconcealed murderous intent: "Even if I need to wear the crown, I will not be arrogant because of it; even if I need to take off the crown, I will not be arrogant because of it."
And regret.
"Even if I were asked to give the crown to someone else, I would not miss it."
He raised his hand and pointed the silver ceremonial knife at Fu Fu.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a cruel arc:
"The so-called royal power is just like this knife. It is just one of thousands of tools in the world."
"Although I like your answer very much, it's not polite to point such a dangerous thing at an old man like me."
Fufu responded with a smile.
The next moment, the silver knife melted into mud like the rose-colored flame before.
And "Dmitri's" pupils suddenly tightened.
He clearly felt as if there was some extremely cold and viscous liquid clinging to his spine from his back, slowly crawling upwards.
But he didn't waver at all.
He still held his head up proudly and stared at Fu Fu, without retreating or trembling. Even the smile at the corner of his mouth did not fade away.
"Tsk."
Fu Fu smacked his lips in disappointment.
The next moment, the world around him suddenly went dark.
"Dmitri" fell into the temple building with unusually simple decoration.
"I won't force you with things like life and death. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose. I just want to prove something to you..."
Fufu kept pulling out a stack of cards and placing them on top of the deck. While shuffling the cards, he said slowly: "It proves that you... don't know Annan that well."
Fu Fu grinned and showed a bright smile.
As he spoke, he turned the cards over and touched the cards with his hand.
It was a set of playing cards that looked like they were brand new from the factory, arranged in a combination of small and big in four suits.
"Fifty-four cards. Of course, we don't count the suits."
As Fufu's voice fell, nearly three-quarters of the card disappeared.
There are only thirteen [Holy Grail] cards left, plus the Joker and the Clown.
"A very simple game. Among these fifteen cards, three have been marked by His Highness Annan, which is a one-fifth probability."
Fufu said with a smile: "Then, you can draw five cards at will. As long as the last card contains a card marked by His Highness Annan, you will win...isn't it very consistent with the probability? It doesn't matter whether you want to win or lose.
Simple.
"But on the contrary, if there are zero cards or more than one, I will win. But I won't tell you how many 'marks' you drew. And in the end, whether you win or lose, I will tell you
His Highness Annan’s five secrets. There are truths and lies among them. The number of lies is consistent with the number of tokens you draw.
"Isn't it...a very fair and interesting game?"
The corners of Fufu's mouth rose.
Revealing unabashed malice.
Kafni, who played "Dmitri", narrowed her eyes slightly.