Hypnosis: They want to improve too much

"I...promise you!"

Byron hesitated for a long time, but finally agreed to Ron's request. He put aside his hatred and dignity and chose to reconcile with money.

He wanted to take revenge but didn't have the strength to do so. He had lost even his money, and the people at home would definitely look down on him.

In addition, debts that are not backed by written documents are just bad checks, and he has countless ways to shirk his responsibilities.

The moment the agreement was established was the time for the gambling to start again. Since it was difficult to count the thousands of gold coins in a short period of time, the subsequent bets were replaced by high-level magic crystals.

The value of a high-level magic crystal is equivalent to 100 gold coins.

Byron returned to the gambling table and kept betting behind Bella, and in return he won a large amount of magic crystals.

After six or seven rounds, the number of magic crystals he owned reached 100. Unable to contain his excitement any longer, he put all the high-level magic crystals into his bag: "I have an emergency at home. I don't want to play anymore. I'm leaving."

In just ten minutes, he won much more wealth than the Earl's family had accumulated.

"Take care, Lord Byron. I hope you can come again next time."

Manager Bart, who had left for a while, waved goodbye to Byron with a forced smile. In the past ten minutes, Happy Pavilion lost most of half a year's profits.

This kind of loss is unacceptable. That person must be doubting his ability to do things.

Thinking of this, he secretly winked at his confidant, suggesting that he send more people to get back the money that had been exported.

As a creditor, Ron did not ask for the money back immediately. As a person who had a global perspective, he knew very well what would happen to Byron.

The Byron who is penniless but owes him more than seventy high-level magic crystals is the interesting Byron.

After Director Bart arranged Byron's affairs, he walked to Ron and respectfully invited him, "Sir Ron, your strength has been recognized by the Joy Pavilion. In order to bring you more fun, we will open an unlimited gambling game exclusively for you.

If you can win this bet, then the Happy Pavilion will become your asset for you to use.”

Anyone who is not a fool can notice the abnormality in the gambling game. The probability of winning more than ten rounds in a row is ten thousand times smaller than the hair on his head. How could Ron win all the time?

In the past period of time, he has found out Ron's background.

To sum up briefly, Ron is the head of the Royal Academy of Magic, the enemy of the second prince Harris, the supporter of the eldest princess, and the lover of the eldest daughter of the Marquis's family.

A careful analysis of Ron's identity made it very clear that he came here for the casino.

Good gambling skills, Manager Bart expressed his approval.

But no matter how strong the gambling skills are, they are meaningless in the face of absolute strength. As long as he can lure Ron to a place with few people, he has ten thousand ways to kill Ron.

It was just that the adult said that he wanted to play with Ron for a while before he died, to see what was special about him, hence the invitation to the unlimited gambling game.

"It's an attractive offer. I have no reason to refuse. Take us there."

Ron stood up, holding Bella's hand. He didn't even glance at the high-level magic crystal on the table.

It's not how much you win that matters, it's how much you can take away that matters.

Manager Bart walked in front and led the way: "Please follow me. A distinguished guest like you should stay in the best room and enjoy the most exciting gambling."

Feeling the impending storm, Bella held Ron's hand tightly. Only the warmth from the latter's palm could make her feel at ease.

“They’re done.”

"This must be a scam, otherwise it doesn't make sense at all."

"What a high-level move! I didn't even see how he did it. He didn't move at all from beginning to end."

"..."

The gamblers watching gave their own evaluations. In their memories, those who participated in the unlimited gambling game did not have a good ending.

......

In a private room deep inside the second floor, a girl in a black miniskirt was playing with a special gold coin.

Her name was Emily, she was the daughter of the general and the 19-year-old half-sister of the third prince.

The task given to her by her father was to run the Happy Pavilion for three years, and now it is the second year.

In the past year, she has amassed a huge amount of wealth with her own abilities. Although many people have lost their families and lives with her help, the general's treasury has become increasingly full.

For a general far away on the border, the more money he has, the more soldiers he can control.

The same is true in reverse. The more soldiers a general has, the more money he needs. In order to make more money, the general has thought of countless ways.

In addition to smuggling with the demons, my father has set his sights on the Rhine mines, so he has been pretending to cooperate with the eldest princess.

Saying that he would help the eldest princess solve the trouble of the Saint of Light was just an empty-handed move. What father did was just to convey the message of the Saint of Light to the demons.

However, as far as Emily knew, the demons had not made any movement so it was obviously impossible for them to take action.

Back to the topic, Ron's appearance brought a touch of color to her peaceful life.

She was curious about how he did it, and she wanted to study Ron's techniques up close.

As a young lady who specializes in gambling, she is the strongest "dealer" in the entire Happy Pavilion.

This was her first time taking action. Usually, all the troublesome matters were solved by Manager Bart and the old dealer with a broken finger.

She was very excited, and she couldn't wait to crush Ron with her gambling skills so that he would know what true despair was.

"Crack!"

The door of the room was opened, and the handsome Ron walked into the room holding a beautiful girl.

"Bang!"

The door of the room was closed again, and Ron took the girl and sat opposite Emily as if they were familiar with each other.

As a young lady who specializes in gambling, Emily herself is not very strong, but she is quite confident in her own life-saving trump card, so she is not worried about meeting Ron privately.

A young man and a young girl, no matter how strong they are, they can't be stronger than the fifth level, right?

That's impossible. Such a genius could never appear in the Norman Kingdom.

Facing Emily's scrutiny, Ron responded with an aggressive look.

[Name: Emily]

[Status: Hypnotizable]

【Spirit: 69】

[Quality: Epic]

[Evaluation: Epic quality is better than nothing, maybe it will be useful if you cultivate it. ]

The spirit of a mere 69 was too weak. Ron thought he could hypnotize him for a month or even longer.

Emily's quality is also average, and it is considered the most ordinary type of recipe.

Her only advantage may be that she is beautiful. She has a standard oval face and a charming and seductive look when she smiles.

Her figure is slightly better than Penny's, but far inferior to Bella's. I estimate that it is barely larger than what can be held in one hand. She can be considered a girl who has grown up.

The girl had long legs without stockings. Facing her own examination, she deliberately crossed her bare feet and long legs together, and her short skirt slid slightly in the process.

She looked extremely seductive and almost revealing, but the experienced Ron could tell at a glance that she was wearing safety pants.

Ugh, what a terrible invention.

Ron fully supported Bella and her friends wearing safety pants when going out, but when others told her that wearing safety pants when going out was a sign of being stingy, and it meant they were neither rich nor generous.

"Mr. Ron, it's nice to meet you. I look forward to playing against you."

Emily, who was good at performing, smiled sweetly at Ron, and the special gold coin danced on her fingertips like a butterfly.

Emily's greatest feature is her pair of delicate hands. They are not only extremely white but also very flexible. At least in Ron's opinion, she is the most flexible one.

If there is someone who likes hands, then Emily's palm will be the most precious collection.

In response to the girl's words, Ron made a straightforward invitation: "Want to start a game?"

Chapter 93 You have the potential to become a pet

"Start a game?"

"Of course, I look forward to playing against you."

Emily flicked her finger and the gold coin flew to the middle of the gambling table: "Would you like me to tell you the rules?"

Ron tapped the table in a relaxed manner. "I care more about the stakes than the rules. I heard that you can bet on anything in an unlimited bet. I'm curious if there are any restrictions to the so-called unlimited bet."

The "tapping" sound coming from the gambling table had a strange melody. Emily listened attentively and felt her consciousness become confused for a while.

She slapped her face with her palm and said, "The unlimited limit of Happy Pavilion refers to what both parties should have and will have, including both parties' property, identity, status, and even life and future possibilities.

As long as you win, everything in Happy Pavilion belongs to you, and it will provide you with an endless supply of wealth in the future.

I wonder if Mr. Ron is satisfied with this bet?"

Ron supported his chin with one hand and continued to tap the table. "So is Miss Emily herself included in this?"

After hearing her name coming out of Ron's mouth, Emily's smile gradually faded: "Of course you can, but you have to bet the same value as me, and make it clear in advance that the more than one hundred high-level magic crystals you won on the first floor are far from enough."

At this point she glanced at Bella who was sitting next to Ron and said, "If you want to use her as a bet, I won't accept it. The gap between us in terms of status is as big as the sky."

Emily was very upset when Ron discovered her identity at a glance. She didn't understand why Ron could say her name in one word.

During the time she was running Happy Pavilion, she seldom showed up in public, and few people had seen her except for a few capable subordinates.

The situation in the royal city is chaotic, and Emily, with a special identity, needs to consider her own safety.

Emily's eyes gradually became sharper as she thought about it, and a hundred scenarios of executing Ron emerged in her mind.

Others might not dare to take action because of Ron's identity, but she could take away everything from him, including his life, openly after the gambling was over.

"No, there's no way I would use Bella as a bet."

Ron touched Bella's head and said, "In fact, my bet from the beginning to the end is only one, that is your life and freedom. I wonder if Miss Emily is satisfied?"

"Are you threatening me?"

Emily was so angry that she laughed. She crossed her arms and said coldly, "This is my territory. You are the one who is in danger. I am betting with you to give you face."

Ron: “Is that true?”

Emily: “Of course.”

Bella chuckled and said, "Ms. Emily, why don't you try to see if you can leave the room? Only by trying can you realize how dangerous your situation is."

Stupid, ignorant, conceited, arrogant...Emily threw many derogatory words at Ron and Bella.

In her opinion, these were just two idiots who had just left the ivory tower.

However, just when Emily was about to cross her other leg, she suddenly found that her legs were out of control.

No, not only that, she also found that she could not feel the existence of her legs at all, and she had completely lost contact with her lower body.

A look of horror appeared on Emily's face. She reached into her sleeve and grabbed a small magical equipment. "What did you do to me?"

"What do you mean by what we did to you? Miss Emily, please don't spit blood on us. We have been sitting here and have never left."

Ron spread his hands and said, "Instead of continuing to talk nonsense, it's better to have a thrilling gamble. As for the stakes I can put up, I believe Miss Emily already has an idea in her mind.

Whether you want to start the game or fast forward to the last step, the choice is yours. "

Emily: “…”

From the moment she realized something was wrong with her body, she could no longer calm down.

How did Ron do it?

Could it be magic?

But she had never felt any fluctuations of magic, so Ron shouldn't have had any chance to take action.

"Whoo~"

Amy exhaled lightly, and she decided to trust her gambling skills: “I can bet with you, but I can’t accept the bet you just proposed.

I admit that you are special, but you cannot threaten my safety. Instead, I hope you can bet on yourself. How about that? "

She thought Ron must have used some special means to scare her and he was bluffing.

If he was really that strong, then why didn't he take himself down in the first place?

Emily breathed a sigh of relief when she found an explanation that convinced her.