Chapter 37

When Geralt came down from the second floor refreshed, he saw a strange atmosphere permeating the entire tavern.

Many drinkers gathered around a table, watching something quietly, all focused, without the previous noise, and other drinkers, although not standing by and watching, their eyes always drifted to the table from time to time, obviously also paying attention to something.

Geralt was a little curious and wanted to walk up to see what happened.

Suddenly, he heard a burst of exclamation from the onlookers, and a somewhat thick voice first let out a burst of laughter, then sighed and said:

"What a wonderful duel, Mr. Wayne."

"The deck I carefully combined with a lot of money actually lost to your common cards that can be seen everywhere."

"For me, this is a meaningful contest. It taught me humility, caution, and not to underestimate anyone."

"These three hundred Orens, you won."

Hearing such a conversation, Geralt probably guessed what happened.

Sure enough, while the surrounding drinkers were amazed at this big gamble, he walked to the table in a few steps and saw Wayne sitting opposite a fat merchant, with a smile on his face, and said humbly in his tone:

"Thank you for your bet, Mr. Leuvaarden. You are an honest merchant, which is a virtue worth praising."

"However, according to the rules of the Gwent game, as the winner, I should be able to draw a card from your deck as my reward, right?"

"Will you follow this tradition?"

Hearing this request, Leuvaarden twitched his mouth with pain. As a merchant who came here from the southern Nilfgaardian Empire, he understood the importance of contract spirit and would not ruin his reputation because of a small matter.

So he squeezed out a smile and said loudly:

"Of course, I won't play tricks on such things, Mr. Wayne. Doing things with sincerity is my principle."

Then, while saying this, he piled his Gwent cards into a pile and handed them to Wayne, signaling him to draw a card at random.

Wayne was not polite, reached out and drew the special hero card he had been eyeing for a long time, then looked at Leuvaarden, who was full of pain, and praised:

"Your character is admirable, Mr. Leuvaarden."

"It's still early, why don't we have dinner together and play a few more games after dinner, how about it?"

Leuvaarden's mouth twitched. In the previous game, he had already seen Wayne's Gwent skills and luck, and felt that he must not continue to gamble with him without enough confidence. As a merchant, he could not do business that was destined to lose money.

The fat merchant pretended to be troubled and shook his head, half-truthfully saying:

"Sorry, Mr. Wayne."

"In two days, I will transport a large batch of goods to Wyzima. Tomorrow will be very busy. Please allow me to say goodbye now. I must keep my spirits up to deal with tomorrow's work."

Wayne nodded regretfully. He knew this was just an excuse, but he didn't force Leuvaarden.

He took out a dozen of the three hundred Orens he won, threw them to the bartender on the side, and then shouted loudly to the surrounding drinkers:

"Good luck today, I am very happy."

"I want to treat everyone in the tavern to a drink to share my luck."

"But you don't have to thank me, you should thank the generous Mr. Leuvaarden."

Hearing that someone was treating them to free drinks, everyone howled excitedly. Some old hands who knew how to create an atmosphere immediately offered words of praise, loudly praising Leuvaarden and Wayne, which made the fat merchant's somewhat stiff expression soften a little.

Wayne looked at the sky and found that it was still early, the sun hadn't even set yet. The gamble with Leuvaarden just now was best-of-three, and even with his luck and skills, he lost one game, so winning was indeed a bit difficult.

However, the proficiency of up to five points in Gwent also made him very happy. Now there are still many people in the tavern who can play Gwent. In his eyes, these people are all walking experience points, which can help him improve his Gwent level. How could he let it go?

After announcing the news of treating everyone to drinks, he then announced loudly:

"Everyone, I haven't had enough of the gamble just now, and now I want to play a little game with you."

"Tonight, any friend who can play Gwent can pay one Oren as a registration fee to play a game against me."

"The winner can take away one hundred Orens directly until the three hundred are won. Everyone has three chances."

"Of course, the loser will be drawn a Gwent card by me according to the rules as a trophy."

He glanced at the people around who were watching the fun, and said with a bit of provocation in his tone:

"You can tell this news to everyone in Flotsam. I will probably stay here for two days. Before I leave Flotsam, this game is always valid."

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In the Temerian bank, one Oren can be exchanged for one hundred copper coins, and buying bread for a family for a day only requires a dozen copper coins.

The temptation of three hundred Orens directly attracted everyone in the town who could play Gwent.

As the news released by Wayne continued to spread, whether it was people watching the fun or those who wanted to use one Oren to gamble for a small profit, they all gathered in this largest tavern.

After the mayor in charge of Flotsam heard the news, he immediately wanted to stop the gamble directly, but after seeing the enthusiasm of the participants with his own eyes.

He looked at the initiator angrily, but finally gave up the tough means that were easy to cause riots, and chose to transfer a dozen soldiers from the barracks to be responsible for maintaining order in the tavern.

The atmosphere in the tavern was very enthusiastic, challengers were endless, and the onlookers were also enthusiastic. The gamble was carried out for four hours unconsciously.

Geralt stood beside Wayne with a serious face, holding his steel sword and scabbard in his arms, his eyes drifting to some people in the crowd from time to time.

White hair, tall figure, sharp eyes, made Geralt exude an aura that was not easy to mess with.

He watched Wayne defeat the challengers who came to challenge him one after another, watched the increasingly lively atmosphere in the crowd, and the increasing number of Oren gold coins on the table, and couldn't help but whisper to Wayne:

"Wayne, you are too high-profile today. Winning so much money will definitely attract the peeping of some people."

"We'd better be careful not to capsize in the gutter."

Wayne heard this and looked up at Geralt. He knew that the White Wolf's words were very pertinent. The so-called wealth should not be exposed. This huge sum of money placed in the eyes of everyone will definitely attract the malice of some ill-intentioned people.

However, in just these four hours, he won against more than forty Gwent players. His Gwent level has risen from level two to level three, and his luck value has increased by one point.

Such rapid improvement made him unable to stop, and this whimsical big gamble also made Wayne see a good way to quickly improve his Gwent level. How could he give up so easily?

He nodded soothingly to Geralt, then looked at the time, it was almost late at night.

So, Wayne stood up and said to the surrounding crowd and other players who wanted to participate:

"Everyone, it's too late today."

"Everyone's enthusiasm also moved me very much."

As he said, he casually pushed out seventy or eighty Orens from the coins on the table and said to a squad leader and the tavern owner who had been guarding the side:

"Thank you for everyone's enthusiasm. Since everyone thinks so highly of me, I will be a generous host once."

"Tonight, everyone present can dine here at will, beer and barbecue are unlimited, and the cost will be deducted from this money."

"After lunch tomorrow, when everyone has rested, our gamble will continue."

(Thanks to several big shots such as Dai Dai Lang, Wang Liang, Bei Dang Yun, Wen Ren Mo, Chi Bu Dao Pu Tao Dao Tu Pu Tao Pi, etc. for their rewards. Newcomer and new book, welcome everyone to put forward opinions actively, crowdfunding to write a book. (*).)

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