The Warrior of Love

"Crash..."

Ishtar picked up a pile of gold coins and slowly let go of them, listening to the crisp and pleasant sound of collision. She felt that even the blood flowed faster.

How long has it been...how long has it been since I enjoyed such luxurious treatment?

Once upon a time, she also built her own palace with gems and gold like the dragon, and the crown she wore every day was inlaid with seven different precious treasures. All the wealth in heaven and earth belonged to her, because she was the goddess of abundance, because she was the "Mistress of the Sky"!

However, after being summoned, she was just an ordinary servant in Chaldea. Not to mention the position of the mistress, she didn't even have a supporting role.

Now, I have finally turned the tables and become the master!

“Hahaha, let’s see if that damn Gilgamesh dares to call me a poor goddess again… With so much treasure, it’s not impossible to buy Uruk!”

Ishtar had lost herself in thought and even chose to ignore the fact that the wealth did not belong to her alone, and a part of it had to be divided among her partners.

"Hey, can you be quiet for a moment? The next game is about to start. We don't have much time. Let's divide it quickly."

At the other end of the room, a dark figure grumbled in dissatisfaction.

"Although it was your idea, I was the one who contributed the most, right? Without me, there would be no way it would have been so successful, so the original distribution ratio needs to be changed."

"What?" Ishtar, who was ecstatic just now, immediately calmed down when she heard this.

"What nonsense are you talking about? The contract made with the goddess is not so easy to modify. Be careful or I'll throw Venus into your house!"

"You greedy goddess... forget it. It's a business that makes a lot of money with no investment. It's not a loss at all. Just make less money." The black shadow shook his head. Although he was dissatisfied, he had to endure it.

——The treasures piled in the dark room here are naturally the bets lost by the followers.

Although the unit of measurement for betting is "quantum", in fact, as Chaldea's unique currency, not every servant has quantum. Most of them hold hard currency such as gold, platinum and even gems.

When they place their bets, they do so by having the physical objects measured by professional appraisers and calculated into quanta of equal value.

Servants were often people of high status in their respective eras, so it was natural that they would have many valuable treasures, although they carried relatively few with them...

But so many heroes combined are enough to pile up a mountain of gold and silver, enough to make the evil dragon linger.

In fact, there is something in here that can summon a dragon - Medea's Golden Fleece.

As for why such a large amount of wealth was accumulated in such a short time, and why a small dark room was like a Pixiu that only allows people to go in but not out... there must be a deep reason behind it.

First of all, there is Columbus, who is the apparent banker. He has always liked gambling, and everyone in Chaldea knows it. Therefore, opening a gambling game will not arouse suspicion, but will attract some popularity.

The second is the Queen of Sheba, who is a treasure appraiser. Naturally, no one doubts her vision, and the values ​​she gives converted into quantum values ​​are also highly credible.

But she has actually already cooperated with the real dealer, and when estimating the value of treasures, she would deliberately lower it... to facilitate various subsequent routines.

In order to get more people to participate in the gambling, Ishtar also cooperated with other servants, asking them to solicit business and create an atmosphere.

The one responsible for "attracting customers" is Caesar the Great, who now wants to share the spoils with Ishtar!

His inherent skills and excellent eloquence were like a tiger with wings in this situation, and he easily dragged the heroes into the bottomless pit called gambling.

"I had to talk until my throat was smoking to get most of the servants to participate. In terms of effort alone, it's obviously easier for you than for us. Shouldn't you take the initiative to give us some?" asked the fat man in red.

"But in the final analysis, you just add more people to the game. Only I can decide whether I can make money or not."

Ishtar said proudly: "Without my planning and deliberately arranging such a game, how could you earn so much gold and silver treasures?"

Caesar touched his chin and finally fell silent, no longer commenting on the distribution ratio.

Ishtar couldn't help but show joy upon seeing this, and a huge stone fell from her heart.

Normally, even with all the tricks, the bet wouldn't be that profitable, but Ishtar deliberately created a hostile pairing that looked like it was easy to tell who would win or lose at a glance - in fact, the odds were the opposite, so naturally, she made a lot of money.

but……

"Is this really okay?"

Caesar suddenly became worried: "Although this is the singularity you designed, and Chaldea has never opposed these entertainment activities, and has never banned us from gambling and drinking, I always have a bad feeling."

"Ha! What are you afraid of? I'm standing behind you. I'm the goddess of abundance and beauty. In a carnival party like the Harvest Festival, I have absolute authority. I am free to celebrate however I want."

Ishtar said disdainfully: "Even if someone disagrees, so what? I just wish I could involve ordinary people in the Lostbelt... What a pity, the Indian Lostbelt looks quite wealthy."

"Too much is as bad as too little... Since we have already made so much money, we might as well stop here." Caesar said hesitantly.

"On the contrary, this is just the beginning! What are you afraid of?"

Ishtar showed disdain on her face and patted her chest: "I will hold up the sky even if it collapses!"

"Oh!"

As soon as the words fell, a huge impact force exploded outside the door, instantly smashing the wooden door reinforced by magic into pieces. A strong wind blew, and the gold, silver and treasures in the room were scattered all over the floor...

Outside the door, a group of Valkyries with "Disciplinary Committee Members" written on their armbands lined up and surrounded the hut.

"Ishtar, Dr. Roman invites you to tea!"

Chapter 941: Jiang Liu's Steel Thrust

"Tell the truth as soon as possible. Columbus next door has already told the whole story. Your crime of using this sports meeting to make money has been exposed. You think you can keep it secret?"

In the makeshift interrogation room, Roman and Ishtar sat face to face. Roman, wearing a Hawaiian shirt, looked relaxed, but his expression was serious.

"On the surface, it's a reward for the hard-working employees, but in reality, it's a gambling competition, and even secretly manipulating the winning rate and the results of the game... This kind of bad behavior is really unbearable. Are you still a goddess like this?"

"Who gave you the guts to speak to me like that?"

Ishtar had no sense of being a prisoner at all, and she crossed her arms and looked fearless.

“Let me make it clear first, I am not lying. I did hold this sports meeting with good intentions, but I discovered a business opportunity in the process and I seized it with my shrewdness.

Well, one of my powers is wealth, so it’s not surprising that I can do something like this, right?

Besides, everyone is really happy, that's the most important thing, right? Besides, what is the reason for you arresting me? The laws of the human world are useless to this goddess. "

"This one……"

Roman was speechless for a moment, feeling a little anxious.

According to his experience of watching so many crime dramas, generally speaking, as long as the criminals are detained separately and then the trust between them is undermined through rhetoric, wouldn't it be easy to break the case? Why doesn't it work here?

Not only Ishtar, but also Columbus and Caesar who were arrested next door, all looked very proud, without any trace of the shame that criminals should have, and even questioned the Chaldean law enforcement authority...

I picked the wrong opponent – ​​Roman thought bitterly.

After all, they are a group of guys who can leave their names in human history. Their determination is not comparable to that of ordinary criminals. It is too difficult to break their psychological defenses.

"Hahaha, don't waste your energy. This goddess has formed an offensive and defensive alliance with them."

Ishtar laughed wantonly: "Now they are all my most important allies, how could I betray them!"

"We intend to recover all the stolen money, but there is a special amnesty-"

"The last person is Leonardo da Vinci."

Ishtar suddenly changed her expression and said frankly, "She provided enough quantum so that we could maintain the capital plate and trade with the servants...but that guy took a very high kickback."

“Uh…” Although he got the desired result, Roman felt as if he had been hit hard in the face, revealing a complicated expression that was hard to describe.

"da Vinci……"

Whether it’s Sheba or Leonardo da Vinci, why are all the women he knows (?) like this!

Da Vinci is the deputy director, how come he ended up near me after all the investigation?!

-

The case ended with the recovery of most of the stolen money and its return to the heroes, and Caesar and others being locked up in the confinement room (spiritual base storage room) for three days.

However, despite this, the sports meeting had to go on. For three consecutive days, everyone was immersed in the cheerful carnival atmosphere. One after another, heroes showed their skills in the arena. Some made great progress while others failed miserably, but all returned with great satisfaction.

Among them, the beach volleyball, swimming, diving and other events were a feast for the eyes for the audience including Jiang Liu...but we will not mention this for now.

But what's interesting is that in the "Swimsuit Ranking" that everyone privately made, the Dark Knight King with a maid style is ranked first.

The black maid swimsuit, which was not very revealing but inexplicably attractive, conquered almost every audience member, especially men - after all, men like darkness!

As for the competition currently being held,

"Ola Ola Ola!"

"Mu Da Mu Da Mu Da!"

On the sturdy ring, a priest wearing a cool swimsuit but iron wrist guards is fighting with a dark-skinned burly man with his upper body naked!

On one side is a pure, beautiful and gentle saint, with a slender and graceful figure with no visible muscles.

On one side was a dark-skinned, blond berserker, whose body seemed forged from a furnace and possessed the uncanny strength to subdue a dragon.

The two should not have been opponents standing on the same field, but after the saint put on her swimsuit and liberated the fighting instinct in her body, she released a force from her slender wrists that was enough to break the steel body. Her precise and fast iron fists continued to clash with the berserker. Amid the two's continuous and rapid shouts, gusts of strong wind burst out, and the entire ring began to tremble!

Martha vs Beowulf!

The Crusader saint and the Nordic dragon slayer met in this moment that transcended time and space, unfolding a fierce and wild boxing fight to the death!

Finally, the saint with long aquamarine hair shouted loudly, seized the opportunity and suddenly approached Beowulf's body.

"Iron! Fist! Holy! Judge!"

boom! boom! boom!

The saint changed her moves continuously, and each blow was full of power. Four heavy blows from different positions hit Beowulf's body, knocking this body that was much heavier than her away.

Bang!

The Berserker's body fell heavily outside the ring, stirring up a large cloud of dust.

After a moment, the berserker recovered from the blow, shook his head, smiled bitterly, and stood up.

"I lost. You are worthy of being the Saint Lady."

"No, you are great too." Martha responded with a smile.

"Winner: Martha!"

Chiron, the fighting master who served as the referee, raised the saint's right fist.

"Let's give a cheer!"

"Oh oh oh!!"

A wave of enthusiasm rose from the audience seats, and the fanatical atmosphere even caught Jiang Liu's attention.

Sure enough, this kind of fist-to-flesh fighting is more exciting!

……

"Oh, it's Martha who won. What a surprise. Look, brother... Hey? Where is she?"

Lixiang turned around, but didn't see Jiang Liu, and frowned slightly.

She and those "sisters-in-law" have reached an understanding with each other...or have made a compromise.

Let’s not talk about how we will behave when we return home, but at least during this conference, the “ranking” cannot be determined.

So for the sake of fairness, everyone took turns enjoying Jiang Liu these few days... Although they said so, in fact they just let him accompany them to play around.

Now should be Ritsuka's time!

"elder brother?"

After thinking about it, Lixiang turned on the data terminal and connected to Jiang Liu.

"Where have you been? Why can't I find you?"

"Ah? Is the game over already...oh..."

For some reason, Jiang Liu's voice sounded inexplicably dry, and there was a sense of forced endurance, as if he was injured.

"I'm sorry... I'm busy right now... ah!"

"elder brother?!"

Li Xiang was anxious: "What's wrong? You sound like you are in pain, are you okay?"

"Eh? No, nothing's wrong..."

Heavy breathing could be heard, as if Jiang Liu was trying his best to hold his breath, and then his seemingly calm words were heard.

"I'm a little embarrassed to say this... Actually, I had a stomachache today. Now I... um, I'm in the bathroom now."

"Oh..." Li Xiang suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Jiang Liu's voice was so strange, "You would get a stomachache... That's really strange."

"Uh……"