Chapter 133: The Gambling Game Ends, the Little Black Bird Evaporating in the Sunlight

If Jier were to just toss the wooden ball in his hand like that, not to mention whether it would land accurately in the corresponding position, even if his technique were up to par and the ball really did land where it was supposed to, it would still be blown away by the airflow spraying outward from these indentations.

One must know that this large circular disk is constantly rotating, so a wooden ball blown away by a slight airflow like this is very likely to be attributed by those around to the force of the rotation, and they would not discover this airflow.

It is useless to point out the casino's cheating now, because they can just turn off this mechanism and wait until Jier tosses the ball to turn it on again.

Besides, isn't this kind of face-to-face gambling just about you and me using underhanded methods in secret, while on the surface, everyone pretends not to notice?

What is being played is the skill in the shadows, and whose skill is superior.

After thinking for a moment, Jier tossed the green wooden ball in his hand, blew a breath at his mouth, and then muttered something while rolling the wooden ball back and forth on his face.

The people around were already used to Jier's strange behavior, because many people use various "mysterious methods" they believe in while gambling to try to increase their luck and attract the favor and attention of the Goddess of Luck.

This kind of method is already considered very normal; some people even kiss the wooden ball in their hands, regardless of whether it is dirty or not.

Jier placed the wooden ball on his right eyelid, covered it with his right hand, and muttered something to himself.

"Knight Jier, do you not have confidence?" the casino Steward asked triumphantly. He was clearly very confident in this gambling device, believing that under the control of the casino Shop Assistant's mechanism, Knight Jier would definitely win this round—which is to say, lose.

Although they were no longer at zero, they still wanted to struggle a bit; if they won the game on this gambling table, there would still be a chance to fight for it. After all, it was a profit of several dozen Gold Coins, and they could also mess with this young Knight.

"Confidence? Of course I have it, you just watch."

After sending a Shadow Bird that had been specifically shrunk into this green wooden ball, Jier felt confident. If he didn't let the Shadow Bird attack, but simply let it carry this lightweight wooden ball to move or fix it in a certain place, it wasn't that difficult.

Unlike other abilities within his body, this 【God's Shadow Bird】 ability is completely under Jier's control, and he can change many fine details on the spot according to the situation.

This is very different from other divine powers with rigid methods.

Like the Sun God Divine Power within his body, because Jier does not believe in the Sun God and does not pray devoutly, this power can at most be used as an energy source to drive the Divine Power Flash ability of his Hunting Sword, or be used through some tools related to the Sun God Church. For example, that Blessed Short Staff and the Sun God Statue made of Baishi.

The former can use the Sun God Divine Power in his body to provide energy, thereby releasing more Divine Power Light Balls. And the latter allows Jier to release the Divine Power Impact commonly used by Priests through the Statue of the God without relevant Prayer, conducting small-scale attacks.

Furthermore, during battle, these divine powers can spontaneously attach two Battle Divine Arts to him; it is unknown how this is done, but they can be used smoothly.

Compared to this Sun God Divine Power, the 【God's Shadow Bird】 ability is much freer; it is as if the final interpretation right of the former lies with the Sun God, while the final interpretation right of the latter lies in Jier's hands.

For example, now, he does not need the Shadow Bird to launch an attack with 【Shadow Raid】, but instead uses this force to remotely control the Shadow Bird to move with the small wooden ball.

After making preparations, Jier reminded the people around him and then tossed the small wooden ball in his hand forward.

The green wooden ball traced a light arc and landed on the large rotating disk in the middle of the table, beginning to roll.

It first landed in a green fan-shaped indentation, but because the force carried by the ball had not yet dissipated, it bounced away.

Many of the people around let out sighs of regret toward the casino staff, while Jier's partners and subordinates behind him gave a small cheer.

Then the wooden ball rolled again, bouncing into a red fan-shaped indentation, but the number was seven, which also wouldn't work.

However, fortunately, the wooden ball bounced out again, but as the force of the wooden ball gradually depleted, the amplitude of its bouncing became lower and lower, and it was about to stop.

"No green! No green!" Aoni muttered.

"No numbers five to ten! No numbers five to ten!" Jier's other partners and subordinates also shouted along, as if cheering like this could really make Jier win this gamble.

The casino Steward folded his arms confidently, his chin slightly raised, looking disdainfully at those people on the opposite side who were cheering and encouraging.

'Hmph, want to win? Not a chance!' he thought to himself.

And the casino Shop Assistant, who was secretly controlling the gambling table's mechanism with his feet, kept adjusting the internal airflow channels and the rotation speed of the large disk. These were all things he could adjust in secret; as long as his technique was skilled, he could make the wooden ball on the table land wherever he wanted it to. He could make them not land where he didn't want them to.

But today, something unbelievable to him happened.

That green wooden ball, its force finally exhausted, ended up landing in a blue fan-shaped indentation with the number three.

Even though the casino Shop Assistant had adjusted all the holes on the blue fan-shaped sections to maximize the airflow blown out, none of it could make the green wooden ball be lightly blown away.

'This is impossible! It should have been blown away! How is this possible!'

The casino Shop Assistant looked in disbelief at the green wooden ball resting steadily on the blue fan-shaped section, motionless, as if glue had been applied to it.

He reached out unconsciously, intending to check if Knight Jier had used any tricks on the small wooden ball.

But Jier grabbed the green wooden ball first, held it up, and announced loudly: "I failed to land in the green fan-shaped indentation; I lost, yet I won. Everyone just saw it, right? It landed steadily in the blue number three fan-shaped indentation, not off by a bit!"

After finishing, Jier tossed the unremarkable green wooden ball to the casino Shop Assistant opposite, letting him turn the small wooden ball over and over to check for anything unusual, and then Jier said to the casino Steward: "How about it? I have already lost three gambling rounds; according to the agreement, you must hand over the loan documents of the two of them."

He paused: "Of course, you can also choose not to give them, but the consequences are something you and your casino cannot bear."

Jier said regretfully to the surrounding gamblers: "By then, you won't have a place to play anymore."

The gamblers urged the casino Steward to take out the loan documents one after another; the other thugs and money lenders in the casino also did not want to lose their livelihood, so they secretly chimed in to persuade the Steward to act quickly.

The casino Steward glanced several times at the casino "Shop Assistant" who was truly in charge. Seeing that the other party was just turning the wooden ball in his hand over and over and did not care about his current situation at all, he no longer hesitated, took out the loan documents signed by the two Warriors, and handed them to Jier in a flurry.

Jier was in no hurry to tear them up, but confirmed that the people who borrowed money on the documents were indeed the signatures of his subordinate Warriors. Only after truly confirming this did he tear up the things that had caused him and the Warriors to lose face in front of the two subordinate Warriors.

"Alright, I'll lecture you two when we get back. Let's go, leave this noisy place."

Jier did not want to stay for even a moment, turned around and left, and the others followed behind, walking out very quickly.

The casino Shop Assistant tossed the green wooden ball back onto the gambling table, but this time, no matter how the green wooden ball landed or stopped, it was pushed away by the faint airflow on the blue, yellow, and red fan-shaped sections, eventually landing in the green fan-shaped indentation.

This casino "Shop Assistant" fell silent, picked up the small wooden ball to check it again, but found nothing.

"Don't look at this thing anymore, the people have already left; looking at it now won't give you an answer," the Steward approached the casino Shop Assistant and whispered.

The other gamblers had already dispersed, either satisfied with having watched the excitement and gone home, or affected by Jier's gambling round just now, their hands itching so much that they had to get into the game now to win a large sum of money.

Although they dared not touch the few gambling tables Jier had just played at. Because everyone was not stupid; they half-guessed that these gambling projects were all problematic, and Knight Jier had superb skills, while others mostly didn't have that ability to go head-to-head with the casino and still be able to forcibly lose, then win the loan documents.

"You don't understand, this is one of my goals," the casino "Shop Assistant" took the wooden ball and walked toward the second floor of the casino, answering the tattooed casino Steward casually.

He seemed to have calmed down at this moment; anyway, since he had lost, if he couldn't get a sum of money from Jier, he had to figure out some of the special abilities Knight Jier possessed.

Once this intelligence was clarified, it could be sent to headquarters, so that later, when other companions in other places encountered Knight Jier, they could have a reference in advance.

He took the small green wooden ball and returned to an empty private room on the second floor. From here, one could clearly see the entire first-floor hall of the casino, and in the whole room, there was also a peculiar Magic Instrument placed by the window. This thing could accurately detect the intensity of Life Energy within a certain range; it was this thing that discovered the trick Jier used on the dice at the beginning.

After the casino Shop Assistant entered, he directly placed the wooden ball in front of the Magic Instrument, but there was no change in the crystal at one end of the Magic Instrument.

"How is this possible? This shouldn't be?"

The casino "Shop Assistant" looked puzzled. At this time, he had already removed the disguise mask on his face, revealing a sinister and gaunt face underneath. This face could not be called ugly, but because it was too conspicuous, it was hard to forget once seen, so this casino "Shop Assistant" had to wear different masks every time he went out to handle affairs.

"What shouldn't be?" The casino Steward who followed him looked at the Magic Instrument he couldn't understand and carefully avoided touching it, because he knew that the value of the Magic Instrument in front of him was far higher than the value of his entire casino. It was not just the price itself, but also because while casinos were everywhere, this kind of Magic Instrument consumed a lot of the Thieves Guild's social resources just to ask a Mage to make it.

Many times, some high-end things are not entirely a matter of money; even with money, it is very difficult for you to transform it into various practical means through various methods.

The casino "Shop Assistant" checked the wooden ball against the Magic Instrument repeatedly, discovering that it indeed lacked the Life Energy that Knights were skilled at using, and no Life Energy with personal characteristics could be extracted from it either.

Therefore, he boldly drew a particularly sharp, magic-infused Dagger from his waist and sliced the light, sturdy little green wooden ball in half with one stroke.

But the scene that followed was something neither he nor the casino Steward standing nearby had anticipated: a pitch-black little bird unexpectedly ran out from the green wooden ball, and the little thing flew around the room in a frenzy.

"Catch it!" a sharp glint flashed in the casino "Shop Assistant's" eyes, and he said in an excited tone.

At the same time, he lunged forward violently, taking a Glove made of special material from his bosom while still in mid-air, intending to catch the little black bird with his right hand.

The casino Steward also scrambled forward in a panic, but the bird was too small and its movements were too sharp and fast; even though the casino "Shop Assistant" had skillful techniques, he failed to catch the thing after several lunges.

The casino thugs guarding outside the second-floor private room heard the commotion inside, and fearing that something had happened, they threw open the door to the room.

As a result, the little black bird flew right out through the newly opened wooden door.

The casino "Shop Assistant" secretly hated this guy for being a hindrance; as he passed by, he casually used his Dagger to slit the casino thug's throat, while he himself gave chase to the little black bird.

Unfortunately, while the second-floor private room of the casino was sealed, the corridor outside was not; there were still some half-open ventilation windows here, and the little black bird flew out through a gap, evaporating in the brilliant sunlight outside in less than a second.

Watching the little bird evaporate and disappear in the sunlight, the casino "Shop Assistant" punched the wall hard, producing a dull thud.

He didn't even feel the pain in his hand; he simply felt great regret that the intelligence he was about to obtain had vanished right before his eyes. However, as he carefully recalled some of the images he had seen from that little black bird, as well as the fact that this thing would disappear and evaporate in the sunlight, he felt that at least this time, it hadn't been a total loss.

The casino Steward, covered in blood, finally hurried over, looking at the young man with the unpredictable expression on his face with an embarrassed look; he whispered, "Master, I am truly sorry. I will definitely strictly demand that those thugs do not approach the second-floor private room without being summoned, so as not to ruin things again."

The young man looked at the casino Steward's body with disgust—it was covered in both messy tattoos and the blood that had just been sprayed onto him. He reached out to stop the other party from coming closer, then walked away on his own: "It doesn't count as having no harvest. However, your subordinates do indeed need to be trained properly. Don't just recruit a bunch of good-for-nothings all day; you must let them undergo continuous training and cultivation, rather than ignoring them after recruiting them."

"Yes, yes, I will certainly follow your requirements." The two stepped over the dying thug who was still struggling on the ground, but neither of them even looked at the fellow.

Jier let Aoni take the two guys who had been causing him trouble since early morning back, while he himself took Bloodtooth Steer, Weier, and Mr. Zuojigela, walking toward the Burning Furnace Merchant Guild while discussing what had just happened in the casino.

Only then did Jier inform his friends about some of the methods used by both sides in the casino, and only then did everyone realize that there had been so many calculations and schemes going back and forth in those seemingly calm gambling matches.

"Really, if that's the case, doesn't that mean ordinary people who go to gamble are just being slaughtered by the casino?" Bloodtooth Steer looked helpless; every gambling game had mechanisms and places to cheat, and since ordinary people didn't have Jier's skills, didn't that mean they had no chance of winning at all?

"That is the situation. However, unless the profits reach a certain level, the casino will also let some people win a little bit; only when they win money can it be publicized to let others know, giving them the motivation to come in and gamble."

"But, as for those poor fellows who have been bled dry by them, the casino won't let their fates be publicized, even though everyone in Duoen Town knows what the fate of those people is—debtors."

Weier said hesitantly at this moment: "There is a possibility that it is precisely because Duoen Town has this method of forced repayment for debtors that it allows for the indulgence and depravity of many citizens? After all, they know the worst that can happen is just this; once they can accept the life of a debtor, they have a reason to indulge in pleasure and debauchery?"

Jier had no comment on this; everything has its pros and cons, and even the same thing has both advantages and disadvantages. There are few things in the world that have absolutely no downsides; if one enjoys some conveniences, one naturally has to bear some disadvantages.

He felt that the Merchant Union of Duoen Town had also considered this carefully.

After all, the current situation in Duoen Town seems quite good, and people are free to come and go; those who cannot stand Duoen Town have the right to leave here and settle elsewhere.

"However, I still don't like that casino. They actually use that kind of Herb smoke that triggers people's emotions to secretly control those poor gamblers who don't know the situation." Mr. Zuojigela sighed, feeling that the casino was even more excessive in this regard.

It was already bad enough that they had used tricks in various gambling games, yet they actually used this kind of underhanded method as well.

"That kind of Herb smoke is harmful to people. Breathing it into the body for a long time will not only cause people to become emotionally agitated and excited, but it will also make their emotions more volatile, causing other harms."

"For example?" Jier asked.

Mr. Zuojigela sighed: "For example, people in an argument will suddenly become agitated and pick up weapons to hurt others. Even if that person originally had no such intention. When I was studying Herbology, my teacher treated such people several times. Same method, same casino."

"Hmph, it seems casinos everywhere like to use this trick to harm people." Although Jier said this, he had no intention of interfering.

After all, rescuing his own two subordinates and causing trouble for the entire organization behind the casino were two different levels of confrontation.

He had no intention of looking for trouble for himself.

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