Gunpowder Plate Armor and the Magic Revolution

So old Jim immediately pointed at Norzer and said decisively, "Let him roll the dice for you, how about that? That way you can't cheat, right?"

As the saying goes, it's not that we're afraid of stupid people being stupid, it's that we're afraid of stupid people who love to use their brains.

As soon as he said that, Nozer looked at old Jim like he was a fool, and then almost burst out laughing on the spot.

How can there be such unlucky people in the world?

There are only two people in this private room who can use magic: Monet and himself.

This guy spent ages trying to prevent Monet from cheating, messing around in the private room for ages, and in the end, he just happened to pick him, the only magician, to roll the dice for Monet.

Besides, even without Monet's involvement, given his level of magical reserves, changing the outcome of the dice would be a piece of cake for him, even from a distance of an entire table.

This may be Alistair's retribution for the outrageous things he did.

It's also possible that old Jim really never went to church to buy indulgences?

Who knows?

Moreover, Norze had practiced manipulating dice with Monet on the Goldship using magic. Although his purpose was not gambling, he had indeed practiced many times.

Let alone getting 12 points, even splitting two dice into four pieces in the dice cup to make 14 points wouldn't be a problem.

Old Jim wasn't just preventing them from cheating; he was practically handing them the chance to win, and even tying a bow for them on the side.

Graham, sitting next to him, quickly picked up the wine glass on the table and took a big gulp to barely suppress the smile on his lips.

As he was in charge of the archives, he naturally knew that Monet and Nose were both magicians.

Although he didn't know the extent of Norze's magic, he was well aware that a magician could use an absurd number of methods to deal with an ordinary person, so he wasn't worried about the outcome of this gamble at all.

They're guaranteed to win.

Monet was clearly surprised that old Jim would make this request. He looked at Nozer, pretended to hesitate and ponder for a while, before reluctantly nodding, "Okay, let him shake it for me, just like you said."

Seeing that Monet had agreed, the man felt that he had prevented all possible cheating and that victory was in his grasp. A smug smile instantly appeared on his face, as if he could already see himself winning a table full of silver shields and becoming the master of the house.

He snatched the dice cup from the table, threw in two wooden dice, covered the mouth of the cup tightly with both hands, and shook it vigorously.

He frequented casinos for many years and had long since developed a unique skill in shaking dice. With a flick of his wrist, the dice made a rhythmic sound as they bounced in the dice cup.

Although the shaking seemed deafening, the dice were actually controlled with skillful force, and the movements were fluid and graceful, showing that the person had put in a lot of hard work.

He shook the dice for a good ten seconds before slamming the dice cup down on the gambling table, making the silver coins on the table jump.

He took a deep breath, a confident smile on his face, and suddenly flipped open the dice cup.

Inside the dice cup, two wooden dice rested steadily on the table, one showing a 5 and the other a 6, totaling 11.

Although he was a little confused as to why it wasn't twelve points as he had imagined, 11 points was already a near-perfect hand. Unless Norze rolled two sixes, there was absolutely no chance of winning.

Thinking of this, old Jim was practically floating on air with smugness. He put his hands on his hips, looked at Nozer, and his eyes were full of confident provocation. "Kid! It's your turn! I want to see what you can roll. I'm definitely winning this round!"

He was calculating in his mind. The probability of rolling a double 6 on two dice was only one in thirty-six. This greenhorn was obviously a novice. How could he possibly roll that?

All eyes in the private room instantly fell on Noze.

Noze finally stopped smiling, walked to the gambling table, glanced indifferently at the 11 on the table, and looked at the man's arrogant appearance, finding it laughable.

He reached out and picked up the empty dice cup and dice. With a slight movement of his fingertips, a magical force wrapped around the two dice.

He casually tossed the dice into the dice cup, without even shaking it vigorously or doing anything fancy like a man would. He simply gave it a couple of light shakes, making a few soft clattering sounds, and then gently placed the dice cup on the gambling table without making the slightest unnecessary movement.

"That's all? Let's see what kind of monstrosity you can produce! Hurry up and start! Stop dawdling!"

"Are you in such a hurry to set off?"

Noze glanced at him, then reached out and slowly lifted the dice cup.

The next second, the maniacal laughter on Old Jim's face vanished instantly.

Inside the dice cup, two wooden dice lay neatly side by side on the table, each with six round black dots on its upward-facing side.

12 points.

The man stared wide-eyed at the two dice that showed a 6, as if he had seen a ghost. His mouth was agape, and he couldn't utter a sound for a long time.

He couldn't believe that his dice control skills, honed over a decade, had yielded an almost perfect 11, only to be defeated by a 12 that this seemingly clueless novice had casually rolled twice.

The dealer was the first to react, swallowing hard before stammering, "12 points against 11 points... This round... this customer wins!"

"No...it's impossible...what...why do you have the right!"

Nozer looked up at old Jim, whose face was ashen, and his smile deepened, revealing undisguised malice and cruelty. "Sorry, you're right, this is really my first time in a casino. But it seems Lady Luck is on my side, not yours. I won, you damned beast. Get ready to go to hell."

Upon hearing this, old Jim lunged at the gambling table, his greasy hands reaching to sweep over the dice and coins, attempting to destroy evidence of his losses. "Cheating! You definitely cheated! You casino... you're all in cahoots to make money off me!"

Before his hand even touched the gambling table, two thugs who had been standing in the private room, eyeing him menacingly, rushed forward and grabbed his arms tightly from both sides, with such force that they almost crushed his bones.

Old Jim screamed in pain and struggled desperately, but his body, weakened by alcohol, women, and gambling, was no match for the two thugs who had fought for years. He was quickly pinned down, his face pressed against the cold floor, and he could only kick his legs in vain.

"Let me go! Let me go! They're cheating! Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

He was still unwilling to give up, his face covered in a mixture of spittle, tears, and snot.

"Deqian?"

The lead thug sneered, raised his foot and ground it hard against the back of the man's hand, which was pressed to the floor. His tone was icy. "Blackwater Casino has been open for so many years, and the most important thing is the rules."