A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“Mr. No. 2 of the Precepts is acting with Marek, so I’m the one who’s contacting you.”

Jonathan finished speaking without even taking a breath.

It was rare for him to talk so much without being interrupted, and this chatterbox was deeply moved.

Thinking this, he took out a handkerchief and wiped away the tears that had dripped from the eyes of the mask.

“I don’t play games, so goodbye,” Bray said, then walked right past Jonathan.

Jonathan's mention of Beatley and Marek filled Bray with a strong sense of foreboding.

"Wait, wait!" Jonathan seemed to panic as a dog after seeing Bray walk away so decisively, his steps becoming disordered.

“If you, Master of the Precepts, don’t play a game with me, then hundreds of demigods will eat me alive.”

These slightly flustered words made Bray stop in his tracks.

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PS: Today is a single update ( ) Occasionally, loud noises caused by battle can be heard from afar.

Unfortunately, these sounds, even more terrifying than thunder, seemed less important than Jonathan's earlier words.

“So what exactly do you want?” Bray raised his right eyelid and glanced at Jonathan.

Jonathan's panicked demeanor gradually disappeared, and the smile on his mask remained bright.

He slipped his hand inside the collar of his tuxedo.

With a "whoosh," Jonathan pulled the long cane out of his clothes in a bizarre manner.

"I thought you'd pull it out of your belt," Bray retorted, though his expression didn't seem particularly relaxed.

"Oh dear, pulling it out of your belt is definitely easy to cause misunderstandings," Jonathan said with a shy smile.

Jonathan, gesturing wildly, began to move horizontally around Bray.

Now, it seems that only Bray and Jonathan are left.

Eric doesn't matter, and neither does Alice.

In this chaotic labyrinth, the "protagonist" is Bray.

Jonathan hadn't thought about all the things that would happen next, but there was one thing he really wanted to do right now.

“Although the little man said it was a game, to be more precise it should be ‘gambling’,” Jonathan said, his figure still shifting restlessly around.

Just like Jonathan's talkative nature, he's also a very active guy.

“…” Bray narrowed his right eye, his gaze never leaving Jonathan for a moment.

“I know that Master Bijing is very powerful now, and it is not impossible for him to kill me.”

“However, some things can’t be solved by killing a villain, and might even get worse,” Jonathan reminded Bray.

If killing could solve all the problems in the world, then the world would really be simple.

Unfortunately, killing can solve very few problems, and may even trigger a series of other problems.

"Besides, Mr. Bijingren is not a murderous person, is he?"

“No, I really want to smash your mask off,” Bray said honestly, without hiding his true feelings.

He certainly didn't want unnecessary killing to happen, and he didn't like killing people himself.

However, if the other party is Jonathan, that's a different story.

"Wow, what a violent statement! It shows me a different side of you today!" Jonathan wasn't angry at all; in fact, he was quite pleased.

She was so happy that her tone became lighter and her steps became exceptionally light.

"However, Mr. Monk, you have already smashed my mask, so please show mercy this time."

"And to prevent myself from being destroyed again, I was later strengthened." Jonathan said in a very resentful voice, twirling his cane.

“Sir, I am not lying to you. It is far better to start this gamble than not to start it at all.”

“With a bit of luck, we might even be able to reverse the fate of this central continent.” Jonathan’s mask had somehow gotten close to Bray.

However, seemingly wary of Bray's sword last time, Jonathan kept his distance this time.

Jonathan was clearly doing ridiculous things the whole time, and he hadn't been exuding any powerful aura at all.

But just the sight of this clown makes one feel uncomfortable.

The way he bent down and stretched out the mask made it look like he had traversed a great distance.

It felt like crossing from one world to another.

"So, are you interested? Are you interested in this gambling game that determines the lives and deaths of countless people?" Jonathan's voice was seductive, and those with weak hearts would be easily swayed.

But Bray was not affected by the sound; he remained conscious.

Even though he wasn't swayed by the voice, Bray still nodded.

"Speak." Bray closed his right eye, then opened it again a few seconds later.

Because Jonathan didn't give Bray two options from the beginning.

Of the two buttons, the "No" button is always grayed out.

Since that's the case, let's be straightforward and not waste time talking nonsense with Jonathan.

"Clap clap clap clap!" Jonathan clapped awkwardly by himself.

He wasn't ashamed of it at all, and was even encouraging Bray enthusiastically.

Because he was genuinely moved, even though he knew Bray could only accept it, and even though he knew Bray would accept it with this attitude.

But when he actually saw those lifeless eyes and heard that monotone voice, Jonathan couldn't help but get excited.

This concerns the lives of countless people!

But the man who observed the precepts was able to maintain this calm state.

"Then, let's open for trading!"

“A simple yet exciting gamble.” With that, Jonathan tossed his cane high into the air.

As the cane landed, images gradually appeared in the surrounding space.

Those were images from various parts of the Central Plains; there were so many images that some were even superimposed on each other.

It was so densely packed that it was dazzling.

“Everywhere here is a place where a Silver Seed will appear!” Jonathan shouted in the tone of a carnival host.

He caught the cane with one hand and used it as a microphone.

The cane remained unchanged, but Jonathan's voice did become louder when he spoke to the head of the cane.

He freed up a hand and snapped his fingers.

A simple mahogany table appeared in front of Bray, accompanied by a fireworks effect.

At the same time, countless gold coins fell from above.

At that moment, it was as if a shower of gold coins had fallen in the maze.

This could probably drive some money-grubbing people crazy.

Each of the falling gold coins is extraordinary; a single coin could be considered a collectible.

Bray, of course, couldn't see the value in that; he wasn't a connoisseur.

However, he was slightly taken aback when his field of vision was filled with a golden light.

Jonathan is indeed wealthy; perhaps every villain possesses the characteristic of being a tycoon.

Thinking about it that way, Bray also felt a bit like wanting to be a villain for once.

Despite his fierce appearance and the fact that he is often mistaken for a villain, he is ultimately a normal person.

I can't be a villain.

Bray reached out and grabbed a handful of gold coins.

Then he let go, and the gold coins fell one by one onto the table through his fingers.

When the gold coins hit each other, they made a series of crisp and pleasant sounds.

It's essentially metal, but it always sounds particularly pleasant, probably because it's money.

"what is this?"

"As you can see, there are some valuable gold coins."

"Is this gold coin very valuable?" Bray noticed something strange.

“Yes, one is worth a thousand normal gold coins,” Jonathan answered readily.

"You are indeed very rich."

"Tell me how to bet. I have a bad memory, so please speak slowly," Bray said, sitting down at the table.

"Did you all know that the number of demigods in the 'Alliance of the Gods' invasion of the Central Continent this time exceeds double digits?" Jonathan held up three fingers and waved them in front of Bray.

Long, long ago, the Central Continent was covered with silver species, but they were not yet visible.

All silver coins are waiting for this opportunity.

The person who decided that moment stood before Bray.

"If all these demigods were to emerge, then even the most powerful man like Mr. Ring-Bearer would be powerless," Jonathan said regretfully.

"But if I'm too soft-hearted and don't give those demigods any instructions, I'll probably be killed by my own boss." He touched his mask, his tone quite troubled.

Listening to what he said, one might think he genuinely intended to prevent the Silver Race from invading.

“So, as a compromise, we’ll use a gambling method to determine how many silver coins will appear.” Jonathan thought his idea was absolutely brilliant.

"If you really think about it, Mr. Bijingren has not lost anything; in fact, he has made a huge profit."

“If a gold coin lands face up, a silver coin will appear. How about that?” Jonathan said, taking a gold coin from the pile and placing it on the table, pushing it toward Bray.

"If it goes down, that would be great; a Silver Seed will be sent back."

"The more the virtuous man wins, the less silver there will be in the Central Plains."

"Then let's get started."

"..." Bray picked up a gold coin without saying a word.

With his skill, it would be very easy for him to toss a coin so that it lands face down.

However, Jonathan couldn't possibly have been unaware of this.

Bray pointed at the gold coins in his hand for a long time.

With a crisp "ding!", the gold coin was flicked into the air by Bray's thumb.

This gold coin reflects the expressions of everyone, symbolizing the fate of the Central Continent.

When the gold coin is tossed to a certain height, it suddenly disappears and then reappears in its original position half a second later.

“I see,” Bray murmured.

Sure enough, Jonathan wouldn't allow himself to cheat like that.

"I won't cheat, because that would make the gambling pointless."

"I'll just stop you from cheating." Jonathan smiled faintly behind his mask.

"Clang." The gold coin had already fallen back onto the table before the conversation ended.

The obverse side of the gold coin is facing up.

At the same time, each scene begins to change.

The ground in the picture begins to loosen, and a huge silver seed crawls out from underground.

The monster that wears the earth as a cloak will bring disaster to all living things on the surrounding land the moment it takes it off.

The screams came clearly from the screen, jolting everyone in the maze to their core.

"A demigod has descended, everyone must be in despair, but it doesn't matter."

"There is hope. A gamble that will determine your fate is taking place somewhere."