Starting from the Dragon Clan, it's a 50-50 split

"Dealer?"

Tang Zi asked with interest.

"Yes, casino dealer, the newcomer should know clearly, right?" The dealer's nine heads shook and his mouth opened and closed.

"Aren't dealers supposed to have blonde hair and black stockings? What's wrong with you?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"Young man, I am just showing my most realistic form. If your imagination is strong enough, you can imagine me as a blonde girl with big boobs and black stockings, and with nine heads! I am at your service to the fullest!"

The dealer was not stumped, but shook his head and said that it did not look like a simple "artificial intelligence" but an intelligent being.

This is the style...

Why is it so familiar?

"Lu Mingfei, stop hiding! Come out!" Mo Qiuran suddenly said, and everyone was stunned.

"Is Lu Mingfei here?" Eiry asked Tang Zi curiously in a low voice.

"Of course not. What he meant was that the way this dealer spoke was very similar to Lu Mingfei..." Tang Zi explained.

“Who is Lu Mingfei? I am me!” The dealer looked a little angry, but he still sat in his seat obediently. “Would you like to play a round? As long as you win 1000 chips like this, you can go to the next level!”

As he spoke, he took out a dark golden chip that looked like an antique. He pushed it gently and the chip began to spin on the table in front of him.

"What's the matter?" Finkel asked curiously. Perhaps the dealer's way of speaking was too friendly, so he let down his guard. "I'm the number one gambler in Kassel College! I can do anything!"

"Senior, do you have this ability?" Mo Qiuran looked at Finkel with a questioning look on his face.

"Of course, you may not believe your senior in other things, but you must believe this. Ever since I entered Kassel Academy, the throne of the gambling king of Kassel Academy has always been firmly under my control!" Finkel said proudly with his head held high.

"If that's the case, why do you still owe so much money, senior?" Mo Qiuran delivered a critical blow.

"This... Sigh, the past is too painful to recall. Back then, I was a powerful senior and no one could beat me. It was a pity that I lost that one time. From then on, I retired and never participated again. Otherwise, how could I owe so much?"

Finkel sighed dejectedly, and immediately became lively again the next second: "But there is no other way this time. Since things have become so dangerous, I, as the person with the best gambling skills here, must take action! This kind of thing is my duty!"

"Senior, you just feel itchy, right?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"Oh, don't reveal this kind of thing so quickly..." Finkel said angrily.

"Actually, there is an even simpler way, which is..." Tang Zi looked at the dealer, considering whether to take action directly.

"Lady! Before you act, you should think about where you are now. The key is with me. If you kill me, you won't be able to find it. Do you plan to tear this place down and leave?" The dealer said hurriedly, "Although this place is not closely connected to the outside world, it is still connected!"

"Interesting. Who taught you these words? You shouldn't know what's going on outside, right?" Mo Qiuran asked. It was obvious that the dealer meant by these words -

If the Nibelung Pit is destroyed, it will also have an impact on the outside world. The location of the Nibelung Pit happens to cover the BJ subway. If it causes collapse or something like that, the consequences will be unimaginable. In this case, of course, they cannot resort to forced demolition.

But that's true. After all, we are in our own home, so we certainly can't consider solving the problem by demolishing the house first.

"There's no one to teach me. I'm just a poor worker. I can't be alone without something to do, right? Sometimes there are a few people from outside. I always chat with them and learn a few things."

The dealer shook his nine heads and said, "You guys are obviously big shots. If anyone else comes, I'll just pretend to be a robot and won't talk to them!"

"You are saying such discouraging words. Do you want to surrender?" Finkel asked.

"Nonono!" The dealer continued to shake his head. "You may admit defeat, but you still have to do your job. So are you ready to start? Our game is Texas Hold'em! As long as you win 1000 chips, you can get the key to leave!"

"Interesting, but we don't have the chips you have, or do you want to exchange something for the chips? Is money ok? Can I buy more than 1000 directly?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"Of course... no!" The dealer laughed, "Bets cannot be bought. Each of you has corresponding chips... and your chips are your loneliness! The more loneliness you have, the more chips you have!"

"What a cheesy setting." Mo Qiuran commented.

"It sounds interesting. Can you see how lonely we are?" Tang Zi raised her eyebrows.

"I'm so ashamed. I'm just a nobody. Of course you can do it!" The dealer said happily, as if he had finally come to the part he was most looking forward to. He stretched out a hand and pointed at Eri.

"This lady could have left directly, but now, she can't! Hmm... that smell of loneliness is really delicious. I can still smell it after a while. It's a pity that it has been dispelled... But there are still a hundred chips, and this lady too!"

As he spoke, the dealer took out two hundred dark gold chips from somewhere and gave them to Eri and Tang Zi.

"What about me? I've always been lonely, so I must be able to leave directly, right?" Mo Qiuran asked confidently.

"..." The dealer looked at him silently, and then gave the answer with action. He stretched out his hand, pressed the dark golden chip that was spinning on the table onto the table, and then pushed it to Mo Qiuran.

“Ahem… Actually, if possible, I wouldn’t even want to give you this one, but unfortunately there seems to be no precedent of not giving any chips at all…” said the dealer.

"Don't stop me, I want to kill it!" Mo Qiuran was about to rush forward angrily.

Finkel quickly stopped him: "Junior, calm down! He is definitely not deliberately mocking you for being an optimist who doesn't know how to worry and is carefree!"

"Hey, are you trying to stop the fight or adding fuel to the fire?" The dealer looked at Finkel in horror and realized that this man with thick eyebrows and big eyes was not a good person, so he took out a bottle cap from somewhere and threw it at him.

"Huh? What is this?" Finkel took it and found that it was a tin bottle cap with the words "Arctic Ocean" on it. It was a very old bottle cap of orange soda, produced by BJ, and was as popular as Coke in the past.

"Your chips!" the dealer said as a matter of course.

"..." Finkel looked silently at the rusty iron bottle cap in his hand, and then looked at the dark golden chip in Mo Qiuran's hand.

"Don't stop me, I want to kill him! A man can be killed but not humiliated!" Finkel rushed forward.

Then this time the roles were reversed, Mo Qiuran stopped him and said, "Don't get excited, senior. A bottle cap is just a bottle cap, there's nothing wrong with that. He is definitely not deliberately mocking you for being an optimist who doesn't know how to worry and is carefree!"

This is called giving someone a taste of their own medicine.

“Ahem… It’s like this. Actually, due to having too many chips, sometimes we have to use something else as a substitute. For example, this one in your hand is actually worth 1000 chips!” The dealer took out a dark gold chip from somewhere.

So everyone was stunned for a moment, and their eyes all fell on Fingel. It seemed that Fingel was the loneliest person?

Finkel was also stunned.

Then ecstasy.

"Then can I just leave directly?" Finkel said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on his face disappeared and turned into distress.

Because he suddenly realized that it was useless if he alone left, the thigh was still there, and if he left alone first... was it like delivering meat to his door?

……

at the same time.

Not far from here, Xia Mi looked at Chu Zihang, who had fallen into a coma and automatically relaxed his muscles, causing the blood that was originally locked in the background to begin to flow out. His face turned pale and he was about to go into shock or even die due to excessive blood loss. So she made a decision.

She reached out and pulled out a dagger.

In the darkness, the light of the golden pupil flickered on the dagger.

The sharp tip of the knife slowly fell down.

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Chapter 4: A World Where Only the Dealer Was Injured (k)

The sharp tip of the knife pierced the delicate skin easily.

The dagger in Xia Mi's hand was not waved towards Chu Zihang, but towards her own fingertips.

"Senior brother, you are going to take advantage of me. If you go on like this, I will have to pester you for the rest of my life..." Xia Mi muttered, and as she spoke, a drop of blood flowed from her cut fingertips.

It was a drop of scarlet blood. It was clearly in the dark, but it seemed to be glowing... The drop of blood slowly grew larger and trembled on Xia Mi's slender and white fingertips, and finally broke the tension and fell.

Chu Zihang's mouth was pinched open by Xia Mi, just in time to catch the blood falling down.

Apart from this, there doesn't seem to be any other changes.

Xia Mi closed her eyes, the light emitted by her golden pupils was blocked, and the surroundings fell into complete darkness and silence.

Gradually, a voice broke the silence. It was a melody similar to a chant, coming from Xia Mi's mouth, from low to high. It was still her silver bell-like voice, but it was grand and majestic, as if some great existence was chanting.

The sound spread along the tunnel, and everything it passed through trembled slightly. All creations here shook with the sound, and were passing on this blessing!

Strange changes happened to Chu Zihang. They were changes brought about by that drop of blood and the chanting. An ancient, powerful and extremely rare ritual was taking effect!

Chu Zihang, whose heartbeat had gradually become weaker due to sucking too much blood, suddenly had color on his face. It was not a last burst of energy, but because his vitality was being strengthened.

The muscles began to move automatically to expel the metal fragments that were deeply stuck inside, and then healed quickly. The hematopoietic cells began to work at an efficiency hundreds or even thousands of times higher than normal, and countless new blood was produced!

Chu Zihang's heartbeat began to become steady and strong again. At a certain moment, he opened his eyes, and a golden light that was twice as dazzling as before emanated from his golden pupils.

He met Xia Mi’s eyes as she leaned over to look at him.

......

The grand and eulogistic melody soon reached where Mo Qiuran and the others were.

At this moment, everyone had just distributed their chips. Mo Qiuran received one chip and Finkel received a thousand chips, becoming the happiest and loneliest examples respectively. Tang Zi and Hui Liyi received a hundred chips each. There was nothing strange about this.

Hearing this voice, everyone was stunned.

"Is this... Dragon Script?" Tang Zi hesitated.

Corresponding to this was the dealer's action. After being stunned for a second, he threw away the chips and knelt on the ground. All nine heads were shaking uncontrollably, as if a second late would be disrespectful to the voice.

"In the name of Jörmungandr, the king of the earth and mountains," Fingel listened to the voice and repeated the meaning of the aria word by word, "with blood as the guide, I grant you the favor of God!"

"The King of Earth and Mountains...that's right, Jörmungandr, and who is the other one?" Mo Qiuran said, looking at the dealer.

"Your Majesty, Fenrir," the dealer replied respectfully.

Although he was still subconsciously trembling because of the king's voice, this did not prevent him from telling the information to the "enemy"... He really demonstrated the extreme of knowing the times.

Mo Qiuran didn't even have the desire to take action... It would be a shame to just kill this guy, it would be nice to use him for fun.

"Okay, the ceremony is complete, let's start the game!" The next moment the dealer jumped up from the ground and said excitedly, quite impatiently, "Texas Hold'em, Texas Hold'em!"

"Wait, do you know where this is?" Mo Qiuran asked him.

"This is... my king's world... um, this is the guesthouse for all distinguished guests!" The dealer answered halfway subconsciously and quickly changed his words.

"...You are such a shameless guy!" said Mo Qiuran.

"Thank you for the compliment, actually, we are both... ahem! Please correct me!" the dealer said hurriedly, thinking that he has a skull face, of course I am not as thick-skinned as you, but he dare not say it out loud.

"This is China, where Texas Hold'em is popular? If we want to play, we should play cards with local characteristics. Let's play mahjong!" said Mo Qiuran.

Dealer: “!!!”

He subconsciously wanted to say that there was no such rule in his program settings, but after weighing the fighting power of both sides, he wisely changed his words: "My lord, what you said makes a lot of sense, but we don't have mahjong here!"

"You don't even have mahjong, and you still have the nerve to say that you are a casino dealer?" Mo Qiuran looked at him with disdain.

Dealer: “…”

Which casino dares to have a dealer-set mahjong game? Aren't you afraid of losing a lot? You must be crazy and want to be a philanthropist!

Of course, he was just complaining in his mind and didn't dare to say it out loud. He just nodded his nine heads in agreement.

"But it doesn't matter. If we don't have mahjong, we can make it on the spot!" Mo Qiuran looked at Tang Zi happily.

"That's true." Tang Zi smiled knowingly. As her golden eyes lit up, water elements in the air condensed and turned into a set of extremely cold mahjong on the table. Tang Zi even thoughtfully added a polished finish on the back.

Dealer: “!!!”

This...ah, this...is it really okay to do this?

I'm just a dealer, don't make things difficult for me!

"What's wrong? Do you have any questions?" Mo Qiuran asked considerately.

"No, no problem, of course no problem, it's just mahjong, I know how to play it too!" The dealer immediately said with a "shock".

In fact, he had already begun to think in his heart, "I'm sorry, my king, I don't want this to happen, but I just can't beat him." Mahjong is a time-consuming game, and the winning rate is not as easy to control as Texas Hold'em. More importantly, since the components of the mahjong are made by the opponent...so if the opponent wants to change the pattern on it during this process, it will be easy!

The dealer knew all this, but could he do anything? He had no choice, unless he wanted to be beaten and then the other party would force his way through... The most frightening thing these days is meeting someone you can't beat!

But these people don't seem to be in a hurry to leave...why is that?

The dealer thought about it, but still couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave up thinking about it. After all, he was just a small river dealer guarding the gate and he just needed to play cards here.

Well... now it turns into playing mahjong.

……

"Yeah, the effect is so good?"

Xia Mi pretended to be shocked, looked at Chu Zihang seriously and said: "Brother, if I say that I saw this method in an ancient book, and just tried it with a fluke attitude, I didn't expect it to be so useful, do you believe this statement?"

"...I think you might as well just say that you are the Dragon King." Chu Zihang said.

"Hahaha, senior brother, you are really good at joking. How could I be the Dragon King..." Xia Mi laughed twice, but his voice became smaller and smaller until they fell silent. The two of them were still looking at each other.

"Okay, I admit that I am the Dragon King. So what? Are you planning to kill me? Don't forget that I just saved you. If you want to kill me, you will be considered ungrateful, senior brother!" Xia Mi said.