Chapter 129: Dice Duel, A Clash in the Shadows, Monster Cards

"The gambling equipment is fine! Then, Lord Jier, can we officially begin? Do you need any Chips? Hehe, it won't count against your money, but just this once." The casino Steward was in a much better mood now; it seemed things were finally going according to the plan of the person behind the scenes, and he even had the mood to crack a joke.

But Jier quickly made him unable to laugh.

"Wait!" Jier called a halt to everyone's movements.

Everyone present looked at him, not knowing what had happened.

Jier was equally relaxed: "The dice are checked, but I want to inspect this gambling table."

The casino Steward's expression changed slightly, but not very noticeably.

"Please, go ahead," he said.

Jier tapped the tabletop, which was larger than a standard bed, with his hand, producing a dull "thud, thud, thud" sound.

It was solid here.

He then struck the same spot hard again—thud, thud, thud—the sound was the same.

The others found it inexplicable, but Jier, through the subtle changes in the two sounds and the vibration perception from his left hand resting on the table, detected the locations of some mechanisms inside the table.

"Hmph." He smiled and made a show of stooping down to check under the table.

No one usually looked here, and because many people didn't wash their feet often, and some even unconsciously took their feet out of their shoes, the closer one got to the ground, the worse the smell.

Jier naturally frowned, but while the surrounding people's lines of sight were blocked, a black light flashed in his right eye, and a fist-sized pitch-black bird emerged from his eye.

Taking advantage of the darkness under the table, it crawled into a mechanism beneath the tabletop.

"Alright, I've looked, there's no problem," Jier said.

The people around had long been impatient and urged the game to start immediately. Jier casually took a silver Chip from a tray held by a casino thug nearby and tossed it onto a square on the tabletop.

"Keep it simple, let's see if the dice are big or small. I choose big; the sum of the dice points is greater than nine." Jier shrugged.

There was no need to play anything too exciting at the start; keep it simple.

The young Shop Assistant hosting the gambling game glanced at the casino Steward, and the heavily tattooed Steward nodded slightly at his subordinate.

They were going to give Jier a show of force right from the start! Not only did they want him to win, but to win continuously.

This would naturally make some gamblers feel strange, but as long as they spread the word afterward that Knight Jier was favored by the Goddess of Luck, it would be fine. Such an unusual winning streak would actually give some gamblers in town a peculiar psychology—that if others could do it, they could too—making them more fond of coming here to play.

In the end, only the person involved—Jier himself—knew deeply that he was being severely humiliated by the casino.

Not only humiliated, but he would also have to honestly pay the ransom loans for his subordinates after winning the game.

But would things really go as the casino people expected?

For the first round, the Shop Assistant in charge of this table chose to use a device to throw three dice, paired with this device and special dice, as well as a magnetic mechanism under the table that could coordinate with them.

He lightly touched a specific spot on a wooden leg on his side of the table with his left foot; this spot sank slightly, and at the bottom of the depression in the middle of the table, a magnetic force invisible to the naked eye was activated.

The magnetic force wouldn't be very strong, but under its influence, the dice, which had iron filings filled on the side facing the small points, would most likely land with the opposite large points facing up.

To use this mechanism, the force of the device throwing the dice had to be increased to avoid people noticing the difference in strength.

The Shop Assistant shook a semi-circular cover in his hand vigorously, letting the three dice spin wildly inside, producing intense friction and the sound of dice colliding—*scratch, scratch, scratch*.

The surrounding gamblers watched nervously, discussing in low voices whether they would win or lose. Jier's subordinates also whispered, "Small, small, small!"

Jier raised his hand to interrupt their actions and words: "Don't get excited; it's just an insignificant little game. If you don't get excited about such things and don't feel interested in them, you won't fall into this kind of gambling. Understand?"

Clearly, Jier was speaking to the two Warrior subordinates. After being reprimanded like this, the two Warriors lowered their heads, not daring to look at the gambling table.

Although their ears were still pricked up, paying attention to the words of the people around them.

Jier curled his lip, feeling that these two were beyond saving. The most destructive part of gambling is that its intense income and loss of wealth make normal people feel that ordinary work income is nothing compared to gambling.

It destroys a normal person's concept of wealth and income.

But fortunately, the salary and rewards Jier gave his Warrior subordinates were not low, so their resistance to this was relatively strong.

If it were a farmer, he would probably realize in just half a night that the income from his hard work in the fields for a whole year was far less than winning a few Chips at the gambling table. In that case, the farmer would never farm again; his way of earning wealth and his concepts would be destroyed by gambling.

He would look down on his original work, and his mind would be entirely on the gambling table.

The casino Shop Assistant sensed the atmosphere was right and slid the cover in his hand across the tabletop on his side; the three dice fell from the gap at the bottom into the depression in the middle of the table.

Because the wooden cover was shaken quite vigorously, the speed of the dice was relatively fast, so the three dice were still rolling and spinning in the metal depression. But they seemed to be slowing down rapidly.

Jier raised his hand in a sword-finger gesture, and the Shadow Bird under the table directly invaded the mechanism at the bottom of the tabletop, pushing back the slide rail that drew the magnetic Mineral Ore, which was key to the magnetic mechanism.

The ore that could trigger the magnetic force returned to the depths of the table and could no longer affect the three dice in the metal depression.

The final result would be a completely random one.

The odds of winning or losing were fifty-fifty.

Finally, the three dice stopped: four, two, and one, totaling seven points, which was less than nine—it was small.

Jier lost, but he also won this round.

"Ha, I lost. You can take your Chips yourselves," Jier said to the Shop Assistant, whose face looked ugly and who was still secretly touching the mechanism with his toe.

The casino Steward's face didn't look good either, but after glancing at a certain place in the second-floor private room, he still said with a smile: "It's only the first round. This gambling project is boring; shall we switch to an interesting one?"

"How about another round? I see your assistant looks quite aggrieved." Jier smiled teasingly and gestured for the other party to go again.

The Shop Assistant looked at the heavily tattooed Steward. The Steward hesitated for a moment and decided to trust his own people's skills; perhaps the mechanism had malfunctioned just now, or maybe those two taps Jier made on the table while checking it had intentionally or unintentionally damaged the mechanism inside?

Both were possible, so this time, they wouldn't use the mechanism; they would use the assistant's superb manual skills! Although he couldn't get whatever he wanted, controlling big or small was still well within his grasp.

"Then let's have another round."

The casino Steward gave a special gesture to his subordinate without attracting attention. The Shop Assistant hosting the game, having received the hint, nodded slightly, reached out to take the three dice from the depression, pretended to put them aside casually, and then took three new dice from a box at the edge of the table.

These three dice were standard gambling dice; there were no mechanisms inside. He usually used these dice to practice his skills; he could make them big or small as he pleased.

Knight Jier, you are sure to win this round!

You must win, because only if you win will you lose!

Jier noticed the other party's small movements but said nothing, just watching with a smile as the guy put the dice back into the wooden tray for everyone to check. This time, Jier injected some of his own Life Energy into the dice while checking them.

And he did not let this Life Energy glow or appear, hiding it inside the dice, waiting for his summons.

"The dice are fine," Jier said with a smile.

The three dice were inspected by the surrounding people and returned to the hands of the casino Shop Assistant. His sensitive fingers felt a slight prickling sensation when they touched the three new dice, but because the situation was tense, he assumed it was his own illusion and took two deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.

"So, Lord Jier, will you bet big or small this time?" the casino Shop Assistant asked.

Jier took a golden Chip from the pile the casino had temporarily provided him, tossed it casually, and threw it onto a betting square on the table that few people chose.

"I bet big, and specifically three sixes, for a total of eighteen points."

Jier said with a smile: "If I can win, it won't be easy; it's only possible to get this result in two hundred and sixteen games. And this is also just a possible probability."

The casino Steward glanced at his subordinate and, seeing that the other party was full of confidence, said in front of everyone: "But Lord Jier is a Knight, after all, different from us ordinary people; he must be deeply favored by the Goddess of Luck!"

Many of the surrounding onlookers nodded in agreement with this conclusion.

Jier was between laughter and tears; he had never met anyone from the Church of the Goddess of Luck, let alone had Faith in her and received her favor.

He was familiar with the God of Agriculture, and as for the God of Hunting, he had only seen the deity himself descend a few days ago. Speaking of the favor of a goddess, he had indeed received the favor of Lady Apolifina. But this lady rarely interfered in what he did; she only provided important help when he needed it and never instructed him to do anything.

Perhaps it was because Jier's strength was not yet regarded by this lady at this time; when Jier's strength continued to improve, perhaps he would be able to receive the lady's summons.

The casino Shop Assistant took a deep breath and, under the encouraging gaze of the Steward, decided to bring out all his skills, determined to make Knight Jier win this round of gambling.

The three dice were clamped between the four fingers of the Shop Assistant's right hand. With a flash of his fingers, the dice rolled rapidly into the semi-circular wooden cover.

The Shop Assistant's left hand shook it unhurriedly, far less forcefully than the previous round, and even every collision of the dice against the edge of the wooden cover was under his careful control.

'Three, three, four, six. Good! That's one six; control it so it doesn't collide anymore, keep this number.'

The casino Shop Assistant was fully focused, bringing out all his skills. His mind was concentrated, his body was heating up, and even in this already somewhat stuffy casino, some evaporated sweat appeared on his forehead.

'One, six, two, one, six, good! Another six. Knight Jier, I must make you win, and then lose to our casino!'

His expression was even somewhat ferocious, his eyes staring hard at the opaque wooden cover in his hand, as if he could see the points of the dice inside with his naked eyes. Although he couldn't see them, he could actually understand what the points of the dice under the cover were based on his experience and control of the dice's collisions.

'Three, five, two, four, one, six, done! It's done!'

The Shop Assistant was extremely excited inside, almost revealing a smile on his face.

He let out a sigh of relief, looked up at the casino Steward, and gave the other party an affirmative look.

The tattooed casino Steward also completely relaxed, the corners of his mouth curling up as he looked at Knight Jier, who had maintained the same expression opposite him.

He wanted to say something that seemed like flattery but was actually mocking, but the lack of change in Knight Jier's expression made him feel a bit uneasy.

The dice under the wooden cover were already three sixes. The casino Shop Assistant, while appearing to continue shaking them hard, was actually controlling them steadily. He then used a clever technique to move the dice into the pit in the middle of the table, keeping the six points of the three sixes facing upward, only rotating them horizontally. It looked like they were spinning intensely, but in reality, the points did not change at all.

"Heh heh heh. Good technique."

Jier praised, and then he looked at the dice in the pit on the table in front of him and snapped his fingers sharply, *Pop! *

The three dice, without being touched by anyone, began to spin even more intensely than before.

Because the dice were already spinning, ordinary people without relevant training could not see that there was anything wrong with them, but the Shop Assistant and the casino Steward who were hosting this table could detect that something was amiss.

The dice, which should have had three sixes facing upward, had their balance broken during the intense shaking and began to spin in disorder.

Finally, under the gaze of the surrounding people, they stopped at a very mediocre number.

The onlookers were very disappointed because this situation was not legendary. The atmosphere at the scene had clearly been set, but the result failed to meet their expectations, such as three ones or three sixes or something.

The Goddess of Luck did not manifest.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, I lost again."

Jier said with a mocking tone.

"This game is boring, let's change to another one." Jier took the initiative to stand up and said this to the casino Shop Assistant, who looked like a frost-bitten eggplant, and the casino Steward, who had become nervous and was covered in sweat.

The surrounding atmosphere was very strange; the onlookers in the casino were still discussing the previous result, while the casino staff were somewhat silent.

Jier picked casually and chose a Monster Card table nearby.

This was not a game method similar to the poker cards in his previous life, but rather a total of one hundred Monster Cards of different types. Each Monster Card had a different combat power. Everyone held a pile of cards and compared their sizes.

Whoever had cards left in their hand at the end won.

The key to the game was that each participant only had one chance to not play a card per deck. One must choose not to play a card when the other party plays a high-combat-power card, wasting one of the other party's chances to use a high-combat-power card.

As for the rest, it was left to luck. If one had a pile of bad cards in their hand, then of course this round could not be played and they would mostly lose. And if one was lucky and had a hand full of high-combat-power cards, then there was no possibility of losing.

However, when Jier sat down at this gambling table, the casino side discussed it and sent a young Shop Assistant who had just walked down from the private room on the second floor.

This person had an indistinguishable face and was subconsciously tidying his clothes with his hands. He walked over in this leisurely manner to represent the casino in this card game.

Since only two people were participating, each would have fifty of the one hundred cards.

It was hard to say whether the card game would be good or bad, and a round would probably take quite a while.

"I don't have much time; I have other things to do today. Fifty cards each is a bit much; how about we split one deck in half?" Jier proposed.

"That is exactly what should be done, Knight Jier." As soon as the other party spoke, Jier frowned.

Because his sensitive hearing told him that this person was not using their original voice, but had deliberately changed the way they spoke.

So, was this person's indistinguishable face also fake?

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