The most shameless alchemist in history

Because anyone who knows Dom knows that he doesn't draw his sword easily, and if he does, it's sure to draw blood!

"I am an alchemist," the boy said calmly, his words clear and distinct.

Dom was very close to Dure. He looked careless, but he was actually a very meticulous person. It was precisely because of this trait that he was able to climb to his current position step by step. So he heard the boy's words clearly, and the next moment, his hands trembled and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

“What kind of bullshit alchemist are you? What do you think you are…” Pam didn’t finish the sentence with the word “west”.

"Slap!" A crisp, loud slap landed on his face. This was the second time Dom had slapped him in just one day.

"Brother, why did you hit me?" Pam covered his burning cheek, feeling extremely wronged.

"Shut up! Stand quietly to the side!" Dom roared, glaring at his brother.

Pam may be lawless outside, but he was genuinely afraid of his older brother, so he could only shrink back and remain silent.

Dom took a deep breath and turned back to look at the masked boy. He hit Pam partly because he was disappointed in him, and partly because he didn't expect Pam to cause such a big problem, which put him in a difficult position.

"What? That kid is actually an alchemist? You must be kidding me?" someone whispered in the crowd, their face full of disbelief.

"Look closely, the bracelet he's wearing, if I remember correctly, it should be an alchemical amplification bracelet. Bracelets and gloves, those are two essential items for alchemists." A worldly-wise person in the crowd pointed at Durei's wrist and whispered.

"It really is true! Is he really an alchemist? If so, then this is going to be quite a show. Alchemists are beings that no one in any world dares to provoke. Pam has really run into a brick wall this time!" Someone gloated.

"But... Dom is known for spoiling his younger brother. Even if the target is an alchemist, he probably won't let it go easily..." Some people, who know Dom's methods, are not optimistic about the progress of the matter.

Regardless of what people were saying, all eyes were on Dom and the boy.

Dure knew the pressure he was under, and even though he was not feeling well and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, he had to bear the pressure.

Because if he doesn't shoulder the pressure, it will fall on Winnie behind him, which is something he absolutely doesn't want to see.

"An alchemist? So... do you think I'd tremble with fear and beg for mercy just from hearing those words?" Dom gritted his teeth, speaking almost word by word. If this were anywhere else, anyone would probably be terrified upon hearing the name "alchemist."

But Dom was no ordinary person, and this was no ordinary place; it was his territory.

His hand remained firmly on the hilt of the dagger, showing no sign of loosening its grip.

"Regarding the conflict between me and your brother, I think Mr. Dom is certainly aware of it. He knows your brother better than anyone else. Therefore, I have a very good suggestion for resolving this conflict," Dure said slowly and deliberately.

"What proposal?" Dom said coldly.

“Since this is a casino, Mr. Dom, why don’t you join me for a game?” Dure pointed to the gambling table.

“Bet? Interesting. What do you want to bet with me on?” Dom said through gritted teeth.

“I’ll bet an arm.” Dure laid his arm flat on the table.

“Wait, Mr. Dure, this…” Winry, who was behind Dure, was very worried and couldn’t help but stop him.

"It's okay, trust me." Du Lei held her hand and gently shook his head.

"I understand. I'm sorry, I almost held you back, Mr. Dure." Wenli realized that her actions were inappropriate, so she withdrew her hand.

“An alchemist’s arm is far more valuable than gold. Losing an arm is practically equivalent to losing everything. Are you sure you want to bet with me?” Dom asked with a sinister look on his face.

"Of course!"

594 I believe in you

For Hu Che and his group, the situation they were facing was far more terrifying than a direct attack by assassins. After all, if the assassins attacked them, they could fight back, and the guards in Valan's mansion would also help them attack the assassins.

However, the assassins' target was Valan, and they successfully assassinated him and framed them. This made the problem very difficult, especially since Colonel Ruff was convinced that they were the murderers and wanted to arrest them. His attitude was extremely tough!

In this situation, it would be very unwise to clash with Luffy and his gang. Kotetsu stopped Hyobi, who was about to argue with Luffy, and gave up resisting, leaving the mansion with Luffy. Although the current situation was very unfavorable, fortunately Winry was not here.

Kotetsu began to feel grateful for the accuracy of Dure's judgment. Indeed, their decision to split into two groups beforehand was the right one, at least avoiding trouble at Valan's residence. Before leaving, Kotetsu looked at the deep night sky. It seemed that their journey to Rock City was not as smooth as they had imagined.

Meanwhile, in the underground casino on the other side of Rock City, Dure and Dom sat facing each other. The table was originally full of people, but with Dom's arrival, all the gamblers were driven away, and they could only crane their necks and look from afar.

"Boy, you said it yourself. If you lose, you'll obediently leave behind your noble alchemist's arm." Dom stared intently at the boy in front of him. He knew that alchemists were a rare and troublesome profession, and it was rumored that most alchemists had very strange tempers.

They possess both the amazing ability to forge magical weapons and the skillful technique to concoct medicines. Of course, it would be a big mistake to think that alchemists are just fancy-looking people who are good at technical research. Alchemists are often formidable and ruthless characters.

Dom had once heard a rumor that a minor nobleman in a certain place had slighted an alchemist. Relying on the fact that his family had a Steel-rank mage, he didn't take the alchemist seriously at all. However, that very night, the nobleman's entire family, including the Steel-rank mage, was poisoned to death. The authorities sent people to investigate the incident, but in the end, they concluded that the whole family had died from food poisoning.

This rumor is similar to what Dom himself experienced, but the difference is that after Dom killed the person, he remained in the Rock City, and everyone could find him if they wanted to, while the alchemist disappeared without a trace after poisoning the person.

This is enough to show how ruthless the opponent is. Dom is not afraid of tigers. Even if he loses, he can find his opponent to take revenge. But what he fears is the venomous snake in the night. After it bites you, it disappears and can never be found again. And its fangs can be deadly.

“But what if you lose, Mr. Dom?” Dure scrutinized Dom with half-closed eyes. He certainly hadn’t come to the Underworld for sightseeing.

He had heard about Dom's reputation from the innkeeper while he was at the inn. It could be said that he came here largely because of Dom. As for meeting Pam, that was just a trigger to lure Dom out, just as he had told Winry before.

Even if Pam didn't cause him trouble, he would still provoke her. However, Winry thought he was just comforting her, but she didn't know that Durey was telling the truth. He had already plotted against Pam, but the latter was completely unaware of it.

"If I lose, I'll leave my arm here. If you're so capable, come and take it!" Dom roared fiercely.

"In that case, let's play poker, ten rounds to determine the winner, how about that?" Du Lei proposed the rules.

"Ten innings? Okay, let's do it your way!" Dom readily agreed.

If we don't take this kid down today, then he'll have lived in vain!

At the same time, Kotetsu and his group on the other side of the city were escorted to the prison. The prison was heavily guarded. Kotetsu and Hyobi were no strangers to prisons, because they had been imprisoned there before when they were in Herenberg.

Compared to the dark, damp, and foul-smelling prison of Harrenhal, the environment here is somewhat better.

"You all go inside and stay here obediently. Don't try anything funny, understand?" The guards pushed them into the prison.

Meanwhile, Bai Ling and Feng Shi were imprisoned elsewhere, and Leopard Tail was very dissatisfied with the guards' rough behavior.

"Kid, I'll remember you. Wait till I get out of here, you'll be sorry! Hey, Boss Hu Che, are we just going to sit here and wait to die?" Leopard Tail watched the guard leave, uttering these harsh words. He was extremely displeased. After the guard left, he asked Hu Che in a low voice what their next plan was.

“Don’t worry, there are many suspicious points in this matter. We are special envoys from the Land of Snow. They can’t just blatantly frame us like this. They will definitely investigate. Let’s wait and see what happens next. And Wen…” Kotetsu said patiently.

Just then, the ape arm next to him suddenly tugged at him.

Hu Che stopped, and following the direction the ape's arm pointed, he discovered that there were other people imprisoned in the dark prison.

"Who is it? Who's there?" Leopard Tail became alert. The prison was poorly lit, and he assumed that only the three of them were being held there.

But unexpectedly, there was a fourth person.

"Who are you?" the figure asked in a hoarse voice from the darkness.

“We are special envoys from the Land of Snow. My name is Hyo-o-Tai, this is my boss Kotetsu, this is Saru-bi, and who are you?”

Leopard Tail looked warily at the person in the shadows; the air was filled with an unpleasant, putrid stench.

"A special envoy from the Land of Snow? How did you get captured and brought here?" the other party asked.

His voice was hoarse and weak, like that of a terminally ill patient.

"There's been a small misunderstanding; we've been mistaken for Lord Valan's murderers. But I think we'll be released once things are cleared up." Kotetsu frowned, unsure of the man's identity.

It's also possible that he was sent by Luffy to the prison beforehand to extract information from them.

"The murderer?" The other person seemed quite surprised.

“We didn’t kill that fat guy Valan, we’re innocent!” Leopard Tail emphasized repeatedly.

“I believe you are innocent,” the other party said firmly.

"Why would you believe us?" Kotetsu found this very suspicious.

"Because I am Valan!" the other person said with a wry smile.

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595 Overconfidence

The ten hands of poker between Dure and Dom quickly came to an end, with both players having a record of five wins and five losses. This was an awkward number, as it meant that both players had the same number of wins and losses, making it impossible to determine a final winner.

"Interesting, five wins and five losses? Kid, you should be glad your arm is still in your hand." Dom threw the cards on the table. This result was unexpected. He had won the ninth game and had five wins, so he had a better chance of winning.

But Dure won the tenth inning, which brought them back to the same level, and Winry, standing behind Dure, was really nervous.

"Shouldn't you, Mr. Dom, be thankful?" Dure asked him in return, his tone calm and unhurried.

"Kid, are you out of your mind? Even if you win the tenth round, it's only a tie at best. But if you lose, you're in big trouble. You haven't even got the winning point yet, so what are you showing off for?" Pam yelled at Dure, whose wrist was still wrapped in gauze.

Just thinking about that excruciating pain made him grit his teeth in hatred; he wished he could chop the kid in front of him to pieces right then and there!

"Isn't the victory point in my hands now?" Du Lei said nonchalantly, still sitting there, showing no sense of crisis whatsoever.

"So what do we do next? How about a few more rounds?" Dom wasn't a gambler, but he did make his fortune through gambling. In fact, he hadn't played poker with anyone for many years. The fact that his opponent after so many years was such a young man made him feel a bit absurd and also a bit emotional.

Ironically, he himself had regressed, actually competing with such a young man. He lamented that when he was about the same age as the young man before him, wasn't he also watching others gamble away fortunes at the gambling table? And now, all these years later, he had become the one gambling away fortunes.

Even though there wasn't a single chip on the table in front of them, the gamblers looked at him with awe, even more so than when he looked at those big spenders back then. Could it be that one day he would become someone else's stepping stone?

“Not many rounds, just one round will suffice,” Du Lei replied calmly.

“One game? I thought you were going to say ten more, so your arm could stay on your hand a little longer,” Dom said coldly.

"Don't be too confident, so let's begin. One deck of cards is enough to decide the winner." Dure pointed to the deck of cards on the table.

All the playing cards were laid out face down in a row, with dozens of people nervously surrounding the two men.

"Hey, which one do you think will win?" someone asked cautiously to their companion.

"Who knows? Maybe Dom will win? I heard Dom was really good when he was young and never lost," his companion whispered in response.

“But no matter how great he was, that was many years ago. Now it’s the era of young people.” Some people disagreed.

"Is it a world for young people? Every day, many outstanding young people emerge, but how many of them actually make a name for themselves?"

The older folks scoffed at this; they had seen far too many outstanding people whose talents were the envy of all.

But how many of them actually realize their potential? It's all just a flash in the pan.

"Okay, just one!" Dom rummaged through the deck of cards and finally picked up a single card.

"Mr. Dom, have you made your choice?" Dure asked.

"You've made your choice, it's your turn." Dom nodded.

“Miss Winry, may I ask you a question?” Dure did not rush to draw a card, but turned to look at Winry.

"What's the problem? Mr. Dure, please speak freely." Wen Li looked nervously at the deck of cards, not understanding what kind of scheme Dure was trying to pull at this time.

"Miss Winry, could you tell me the results of the previous ten rounds between Mr. Dom and me?" Dure asked.