Seeing that Bediwell was fishing, Albert became even more proud: "The bet is a thousand gold coins. If you can win all the thousand gold coins in my hand, I can't tell you this secret, right?"
"
Curiosity stimulated Bedivere's pituitary gland, causing it to secrete dopamine, a refreshing hormone. As a result, the werewolf who was half dead from exhaustion suddenly became energetic: "Do you really want to make a bet (to die)?"
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"Of course." Tiger smiled coldly and arrogantly: "I survived a catastrophe today. I will be lucky in the future. I must be very lucky. You will definitely lose."
How could Bedivere ignore being so provoked? And he was indeed interested in the tiger's ability. Orcs can actually use magic, and it is such a profound teleportation magic. This is really a mystery. If only he could solve it before going to bed.
If this mystery is solved, Bedivere will definitely sleep more soundly.
"I, I also want to--" Elaine got up from the bed as if to join in the fun.
"Shut up and go to sleep!" The werewolf said angrily: "This is a duel between two men, little brat, don't interfere!"
"Uh!" The white bear man was stung by the words and retreated into the bed again, with only half of his head exposed, looking here curiously.
Tiger had already cleared the clutter on the bedside table and dragged the cabinet between the two beds.
In this way, the werewolf and the tiger-man used the bed as a chair, the bedside table as a table, and a "duel" with a deck of cards.
At the same time, Lianyin's apartment.
"It was sent here." King Arthur quickly jumped on his dragon knight: "What happened tonight shocked Xiao Ha. I'm sorry. Make him a bowl of ginger tea to calm his shock and have a good rest."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Lianyin hugged her son, "Then, good night, Your Majesty."
"Good night, uncle!" Husky waved his little paws to say goodbye.
"Uh-huh." The King of Knights smiled lightly, started the dragoon's engine, and flew away.
Lianyin returned home with her son in her arms and let out a long sigh. There were a lot of things going on in the institute today, which made her very tired.
"Gu---" A drumming sound came from the dog-man boy's abdomen.
"Didn't you have dinner at Aunt Vivian's place?" Lianyin asked in surprise.
"No, Hal fell down for no reason, and the meal was ruined in the middle of the meal. I only ate two pieces of scones." Little Husky said aggrievedly: "It's delicious. If I had known this, I would have taken more.
Two scones."
"Okay, I'll get you something to eat." Lianyin said helplessly, putting the child down at the dining table: "Be honest, I'll be back soon."
The dog-man boy waggled his tail: "Okay, wow. Mommy, hurry up and get the bark!"
Looking at her son's innocent little face, Lianyin's fatigue accumulated throughout the day seemed to be completely eliminated.
She quickly heated the milk and toasted a few slices of bread and put them in front of her son: "Eat whatever you want first. You have to get up early tomorrow, so don't eat too much or drink too much."
"Well..." the dog boy drank milk. He may be naughty in front of others, but in front of his mother, this little guy has always been docile and well-behaved, because he knows that her mother has already worked hard enough for life.
"Mommy..." He took a bite of bread and asked in a low voice: "Where is Daddy? I really want to see Daddy."
Lianyin was stung by her son's unintentional words, and her whole body trembled violently.
It took her a long time to catch her breath, and she gasped and whispered: "Your father is... far away and won't be back for a while."
"You said that again..." The dog-man boy suddenly began to cry in a low voice: "Even Hal's daddy is back, why can't Xiao Ha's daddy come back? Woooooooooooo.
..Unfair!＂
What happened today was indeed a huge blow to Husky. The greatest misfortune in the world is to see others happy while having nothing.
For the eight-year-old dog boy Husky, not having a father watching him grow up will be an eternal pain for him.
Lianyin also knows what her son is thinking. Xiaoha has been clamoring about wanting to see his father recently, constantly putting pressure on the woman.
Even so, Lianyin still couldn't tell the truth to Husky.
For this eight-year-old child, the truth is too cruel.
The problem is, this kind of life cannot continue like this forever, and this child cannot live without a father forever.
Lianyin couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
Perhaps, it's time to find a new father for little Husky.
At the same time, the duel between the werewolf and the tiger-man was still going on in the old man Senezel's hotel.
"Hehehe," Albert smiled evilly, as if he was confident.
Since it was a poker duel between two people, Bediwell and Albert were playing ghost cards.
The rules of drawing ghost cards are extremely simple, making it the easiest poker game to play.
There is only one joker card among the fifty-three playing cards, and the other cards appear in pairs and can be discarded as long as they are combined into a pair.
When two people play cards, they first divide the cards into two equal parts, each person chooses one, and discards all the cards that can form a pair. The remaining cards in the hand are drawn by the two of them in turns until one of them
The opponent puts all the cards in his hand into a pair and discards them, while the other player only has one ghost card in his hand. The player with [ghost] in his hand loses.
Yes, this is indeed an extremely simple card game. In the end, it is just a battle between luck and psychology. People with ghost cards in their hands will not necessarily lose, as long as they (cheat) their opponents to take them away before the hand is discarded.
A ghost card will do.
---But is it really that simple?
When Bediwell lost the twelfth game in a row and lost more than 700 gold coins, he began to feel that this game was weird.
"Bedi, if you keep losing, are you going to go bankrupt?" Tiger kept winning, winning more, and naturally became more and more arrogant.
"We'll see." Bedivere didn't care about losing the thousand gold coins, but the opponent's winning was very strange, which made the werewolf more and more annoyed.
Every round, whenever it was Bedivere's turn to draw a card, he would always draw the damn ghost card from Albert's hand.
The tiger, on the other hand, lashed out disapprovingly, not caring about what he would draw.---Because, even if he drew a ghost, the ghost would immediately return to the werewolf's hand.
In terms of probability, this is simply impossible.
Each time they start, the two of them have about six to seven cards in hand, which means they have to take turns drawing each other at least six times. Once or twice is enough, but the werewolf drew seven consecutive cards from Al in one game.
The ghost card is still like this in every twelve rounds? This probability is almost infinitely small (0.01984% to the 12th power)!
The only possibility is that--Albert is cheating!
Although I don’t know what Albert’s method is, he is definitely cheating! What a swindler! What the werewolf hates most in his life is cheating, and he hates Tiger’s ugly face even more proud of his cheating.
------For this reason, Bediwell must definitely teach Albert a lesson!
But, how to crack this guy's Thousand Jutsu? If you don't even understand the principles of Thousand Jutsu, you probably can't crack it, right?
All we can do is be patient and continue to observe!
Tiger raised a deck of seven cards, placed it in front of the werewolf, and motioned for Bedivere to draw it.
The werewolf stretched out his hand and slowly moved between the seven cards.
No matter which card the werewolf moved his hand to, the tiger showed no expression and made a complete poker face.
This damn boy is very well hidden. In that case, just draw one randomly.
Bedivere grabbed the edge of a card and prepared to take it away.
The tiger's eyes blinked.
The moment the werewolf drew out the card, he suddenly changed his target and drew away a card next to him! Logically speaking, if the opponent uses Qianju, he should take action at this time! Bedivere's eyes widened.
Look carefully at everything in front of you, hoping to find any loopholes.
Human eyes can clearly see eighty-five frames per second (if there are any more, it's not that the eyes can't see it, but that the brain can't process it).
The orcs are more powerful. If they concentrate, they can see at least 120 frames per second. With such a high frame rate, it is theoretically impossible to miss any details!
Snap. The card was pulled out and was held between two fingers by the werewolf. However, he could not see any flaws in the whole process. No matter how fast Albert's hands were, they would not be able to do so under the werewolf's gaze.
Change cards!
However, when Bedivere turned the cards and took a look, he realized that he had drawn the same ghost card!
How on earth did this bastard Albert get so rich?!
Is it hypnosis? Is Tiger using hypnosis to secretly instruct Bedivere to draw a specific card?
Except for rabbits, orcs cannot use magic or hypnosis. Tigers should not have the ability or conditions to use hypnosis.
But this guy Albert also used teleportation today, a high-level magic. In this case, is it possible for him to use hypnosis?
No, don't jump to conclusions yet.
When the werewolf was wondering, the game was over. The last ghost card still remained in Bedivere's hand. The werewolf lost.
Bedivere did not curse or show any dissatisfaction. He took out fifty gold coins from the remaining two hundred and twenty gold coins and threw them to the tiger.
"You have one hundred and seventy gold coins left? Hey hey hey, do you want to admit defeat?" Al waggled his tail, looking as if he was getting carried away: "I have almost made enough, so I can just let you go."
"One more game." The werewolf said in a calm tone, "I still have a whole treasure in hand. Even if I lose this thousand gold coins, it doesn't matter. Just treat it as helping a friend. But I have to win you at least once."
give up."
You need to put a long line to catch big cats.
"You can't win." Tiger was busy shuffling the cards: "Let's place a bet. How much do you want to bet this time?"
"Well," the werewolf weighed the money he had left, "One hundred gold coins."
"This meow? Are you really not afraid of losing?"
"We'll talk about it after I lose." Bediwell said calmly. Although he hadn't completely seen through Tiger's tricks, he had already seen the clues. This time he used a huge amount of one hundred gold coins to increase Tiger's
Psychological pressure, see if you can expose Tiger’s cheating methods!
"Okay." After shuffling the cards, Tiger began to divide the cards equally. The two people started picking the cards and discarded all the cards that made up a pair of suits. In the end, they each had two or three cards left in their hands.
I don’t know whether it’s luck or misfortune, but the duel in this game is very short, and the winner can be determined by drawing two cards from each other. Moreover, the ghost card is not in Bedivere’s hand.
The werewolf thought for a moment, closed his eyes, and reached out to touch Albert's hand.
Just draw one card at random among the three cards. This time he didn't have to see with his eyes, and even he himself couldn't know which card he was going to draw. It could be said that he was resigning himself to fate. Since he could not see with his eyes, Alber
Special hypnosis shouldn't be effective, right?
He grabbed one card, gave it up as soon as he pulled it up, and then randomly passed over the other two cards, grabbed another card and took it away.
A completely random and impossible-to-control card-drawing technique should theoretically be able to avoid drawing ghost cards, right?
Bedivere guessed wrong again! The ghost card was lying carelessly in his hand, and the clown drawn on the card seemed to be making fun of the werewolf's stupidity!
(asshole!)
"Hey, hey, you seem to be very connected with the ghost card. The ghost card has been surrounding you the whole night." Albert said, adding insult to injury.
(Obviously it’s you who is making a fool of yourself, but you still have the nerve to say it!)
But is this really a coincidence? The probability of drawing a ghost card from three cards is one-third, which is quite high.
It was Albert who drew the card, and this guy took the ghost card back carelessly. But he didn't show any sadness when he saw the ghost card, as if he was very confident that he could immediately give the ghost card to Bediwell again.
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It was the werewolf's turn to draw cards again. He still used the old method, closing his eyes and drawing randomly.
This time, he didn't choose a card. As soon as he reached over, he touched the first card and pulled it out.
However, he still has that damn ghost card in his hand!
Drawing two ghosts in three consecutive cards! The probability is only one in nine! This is definitely not a coincidence!
Albert didn't use hypnosis. He must have some way to make the werewolf always draw ghost cards, no matter how randomly Bedivere drew them!
In connection with Albert's performance today, Bedivere began to figure it out.
Tiger did not use hypnosis, but some kind of magic similar to teleportation! He probably activated teleportation the moment the werewolf drew a card, replacing the card in Bedivere's hand with a ghost card!
Most teleportation spells turn objects into particles and teleport them out------their activation speed is close to the speed of light. It's strange that Bedivere can see the flaws in this high-speed card-changing technique!
No matter how he did it, Albert was able to use magic so exquisitely to replace two cards seamlessly, so he was indeed invincible. Based on this alone, it seems that Bedivere should be convinced of the defeat and let it go?
However, Bedivere could not forgive this cheating tiger. He had to teach the tiger a lesson, a big lesson, so that he would know the importance of being an honest man and not engaging in petty tricks.
As if responding to the werewolf's thoughts, the [Holy Tree Seed] on Bedivere's arm suddenly emitted a burst of warmth.