Chapter 221 Gambler God of Plague

Hearing that Ren is an aristocrat, the red-haired girl became even more enthusiastic.

But she didn't just come here to drink and sell her looks, but to squeeze out the money in this "Kai Zi" bag.

After listening to Ren himself boasting about the cowhide from several mines in his hometown, the woman asked subtly: "Honorable Baron, do you want to play cards? A handsome guy like you will definitely win tonight." Money."

It was probably what the bearded broker told her just now.

From the first step when he walked into the tavern, that mustache could get a certain commission for every consumption.

There is still a lot of time anyway, so Ryan readily agreed: "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he stopped drinking, and the red-haired girl took Ren's arm and led him across the dance floor with a smile, to the iron stairs leading downstairs from the tavern.

This woman seemed to be a little drunk, and she always leaned her delicate body against Ren, so that he could clearly feel the silky touch.

Ren looked as usual, but secretly looked at the entire layout of the tavern.

The second floor is a gambling stall, crowded with people.

Winning money from gambling is almost the thing that most stimulates the crazy secretion of dopamine, which is many times that of sex. So this is why there is no shortage of gamblers in any world.

"Come, come, come, make a bet, buy and leave."

"The banker's seventeen, the player's."

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There is no need to change the chips, the coins of the two empires can be placed on the table, and you can even use the "Magic Crystal" to bet.

Ren entered the casino, glanced at everyone present, and then landed on the blackjack table.

Because there's a guy over there who's too eye-catching.

It was a dark-skinned middle-aged man, perhaps an elderly man. His hair was gray, tied into a big braid and draped behind his head, and he was only skin and bones. There was a jug of beer on the table in front of him, and when he wanted to drink it, he spilled it on the floor with both hands, shaking like Parkinson's disease.

This guy who seems to have half of his foot in the coffin is incompatible with the red-faced and hyperactive gamblers in the casino.

When Ren saw the guy's atrophied muscles, he immediately thought of Toust.

He wasn't sure if he had been poisoned, or if it was a disease.

The red-haired woman looked over and introduced with a smile: "That's Mr. Guy, a celebrity in our casino. He is very good at gambling, but he is not very lucky."

Ren was a little interested, and said lightly: "Just play blackjack."

"Banker 19, Player"

Gambling table.

It seems that the gamblers all know this thin middle-aged man, and they chat a few words between bets.

Ryan made a bet silently, which was quite interesting to hear.

"Hey, Old Guy, I heard that you were hunted down and came to Glory City because you stole a certain marquise?"

"Oh, you vulgar fellows, that's love! Do you understand, love! Although her husband doesn't agree, Mrs. Windsor and I really love each other. You don't know that the skin of a real noble lady is smoother and more milky. Yes. Compared with that, the skin of the women in this tavern is as rough as sandpaper, which is not interesting."

"Guy, you're shaking your glass now, can your thing still work, hahaha"

"Why not! Let me tell you, I was so handsome when I was young. Noble ladies, female knights, beautiful rangers, and noble ladies would all fall into my arms."

"Hahaha"

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The gamblers laughed and asked about the details of those affairs from time to time.

The middle-aged guy named Guy didn't seem to mind, and he would tell some details about how he climbed the window to the earl's house and enjoyed the half-hour love story.

Climbing over the wall, undressing, getting into the bed, making a model, and then discovering that the other party is a man, the details of being chased and jumped out of the window are in place, as if he has experienced it himself.

The big guy laughed out loud when he heard it, and regarded it as a romantic story, no one took it seriously.

Ryan has no interest in gambling, and throws chips casually. Instead, he was more interested in hearing the story.

But it seems that luck is good, winning more and losing less.

"Wow, Lord Baron, you have won again."

The redhead who served beside him helped him rub his shoulders, and occasionally helped him tidy up his chips.

Ren also understood the rules of the casino, and when he won a big bet, he would take a few silver coins and stick them in her bulging bodice, which caused a burst of coquettish laughter.

But the celebrity guy a few seats next door seems to be not so lucky.

He seems to be a bad gambler, he won't leave if he wins, and he will pay more if he loses. The bet is getting bigger and bigger. The gold coins and silver coins in front of him added up to about 10 to 20 gold crowns, but now they are all lost. For ordinary wild hunters, this is definitely a gamble.

Ren was even more curious. A person whose hands trembled even when he took a chip could not hunt wilderness at all, nor was he a nobleman. Then where did he get so much money to gamble and become a frequent visitor to the casino?

Then another game, completely lost money.

Just listening to Guy shouting angrily towards the big tattooed man not far away.

"Hey! Captain Jim, give me some more chips, and I will pay you back if I win."

"I said Guy, you owe us eighty kronor. You have to pay some of it first, don't you?"

"I'll give it to you if I win! This time it's real!"

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Listening to the conversation between the two, Ren also understood that this was a loan shark.

But usury lends to people who can't repay?

The doubts in his heart just arose, and at this moment, he heard a gambler interrupted, "Hey, hey, I said Captain Jim, you can lend it to him. I heard that the girl from Guy's family made another profit this time." A lot of money. Those guys from the 'Hammer Group' got a lot of money, and rewarded her with a hundred gold! It will probably be paid back in a while."

Ren also understood, this bad gambler also has a daughter who can make money?

But he is also very curious, what kind of work can he earn a hundred gold at a time? This money is a small amount of money for the nobles, but it is a huge sum of money for the common people.

"Yo? Yeah."

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the tattooed burly loan shark immediately changed his attitude.

He decisively took out a bag of gold coins, and threw it in front of Guy: "That's fine. I will lend you another twenty gold kronor. After pumping the water, you can play with it."

Those who can go to the gambling table are high-roller gamblers, and there are also some individual customers with small bets in the back.

Seeing a bag of gold coins crashing down on the gaming table, some people started whispering.

"Hey, does this old Guy have a rich daughter?"

"You still don't know? Have you heard of 'Ghost Girl'?"

"Ah, is Plague Star a girl from Guy's family?"

"With her ability, it's quite easy to earn money. It's a pity that she got involved with such a gambling father, and the money was exported before it was hot."

"Yeah, others earn so much money and are afraid of being missed. No one has ever dared to pay less for that 'ghost girl'. Even street thieves dare not steal. Last time I heard that a foreign enemy came I don’t know the thief, I stole a gold coin from that girl, and I was bragging to my friends when she was hit to death by a steam locomotive, don’t you think it’s evil?”

"Tsk tsk. The father and daughter are right, a gambler and a plague god."

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The people behind were whispering, but Guy seemed to be used to it for a long time, and the gossip didn't catch his ears. You gamble when you want to gamble, drink when you want to drink, and there is no abnormality at all.

After hearing this, Ren finally understood. It turned out that the little girl called "ghost girl" whom she met outside the city was actually the daughter of this gambler?

There was a slight strangeness in his eyes, and normal people would probably think he was a jerk when they heard the news.

Your daughter is working hard to earn money outside, so you gamble here?

However, the evaluation given by the system is very strange! This gambler's comprehensive evaluation is not a "red label" scum?

At this moment, he squinted his eyes and looked at the details of Guy's gambling from the corner of his eye.

"Bah~ Tonight's luck is really bad. Hey Captain Jim, can you lend me some more, I want to make a big deal, and I will definitely make money."

The guy named Guy seemed to be unlucky. The bag of gold coins he just got was lost within a few rounds of cards, and there was not much money left, so he planned to borrow money again.

And coincidentally, just when Guy had a few silver coins left, suddenly, the casino, which was as noisy as a pot of boiling water, suddenly stopped.

The voice became smaller and smaller, and after two breaths, it was completely quiet, and the audience was completely silent.

Everyone stopped talking, and a path was automatically separated in the crowd. Even the most tyrannical gangsters are hiding away from the "plague" at this moment.

At this moment, everyone watched a little girl in rags walking down the stairs from the door of the gambling stall.

"It's really her"

Ren's pupils shrank slightly, and this was indeed the little girl he met outside the city.

She held a "sword" wrapped in rags in her hand, oh no, look at the rusty appearance, it was just a broken iron bar!

She looked extremely weak, and she walked over with difficulty, and with every step she took, she could clearly hear her panting.

The little girl walked up to Guy, like a mute who couldn't speak, and silently removed a bag on her back. Then because it was too heavy to lift, he staggered, the bag crashed to the ground, and the gold coins rolled all over the floor.

Goo.

cuckoo

The gold coin rolled on the wooden board and made a series of crisp touches, "ding dong" hit the corner table, and then stopped.

If it was a gold coin dropped by someone else, it would probably disappear in the blink of an eye in this crowd of gambling stalls. But at this time, no one dared to snatch the gold coins all over the floor, and even feared that the gold coins would touch him, so he hurriedly dodged his feet.

No one picked it up for her.

She was lying on the ground, like a helpless stray cat, picking up a fishbone that she had finally found from the garbage dump. He picked up the gold coins one by one and held them in his hands.

Old Guy kept watching with a cold face, showing no intention of helping.

The whole casino just watched quietly, no one spoke. The manager of the casino seemed to be affecting the business, but his face twitched a little, and he didn't dare to speak in the end.

Everyone watched as the little girl picked up the dozen or so gold coins that had fallen and put them into animal skin bags.

Then she dragged the money bag with difficulty, put it in front of Guy, and raised her head. As if she was afraid that her father would be angry, she managed to squeeze out a sad smile, as if to say: here you are.

Then, the little girl seemed to think of something, and seriously handed out the "iron piece" wrapped in rags in her hand, as if expecting the man in front of her to catch the sword.