Chapter 39

In the largest tavern in Flotsam, the big gamble hosted by Wayne has entered the climax stage.

Unlike the gamble last night, due to the spread of the news of the big gamble, this afternoon, almost 80% of the townspeople in Flotsam ran here to join in the fun.

The onlookers held their breath, paying attention to the situation of the game.

Because there were too many people coming to join in the fun, so many that even this large tavern couldn't hold them, there was no business in the brothel on the second floor. Those women dressed in flashy clothes and revealing clothes were all lying on the stair railing, discussing the grand occasion of the game in a low voice.

A dozen soldiers stood in the four corners of the tavern, holding weapons, tiptoeing and looking at the scene of the game, also full of amazement.

Some late onlookers could only stand outside the tavern, sharing the lively atmosphere inside through the windows and the dense crowd.

Dandelion, wearing a gorgeous tight suit, held his lute, singing while shouting hard.

"Deng deng deng deng!"

"The fiftieth consecutive victory, Mr. Wayne, a witcher from the Wolf School, has achieved the fiftieth consecutive victory today."

"The prize money on the scene has reached four hundred and thirty-five Orens."

"Any more challengers?"

"Will there be new challengers?"

"This is a legendary victory, a miracle worthy of being written into an epic."

"If anyone can end his winning streak, then this person will definitely become a hero of Flotsam and be recorded in the history of Flotsam forever."

"What are you waiting for, that lucky one might be you, everyone is looking forward to your victory."

"Come on, just one Oren, a deck of Gwent cards, and you have a chance to become that hero."

Listening to Dandelion's inciting flattery, some Gwent players who were timid because of Wayne's fifty-game winning streak immediately regained their courage.

A young merchant stood out first, threw an Oren on the table, picked up his Gwent cards, and sat opposite Wayne, who had a plain smile.

The new gamble started quickly and ended quickly. In less than five minutes, the young merchant was drawn an exquisite Gwent card by Wayne because of failure.

However, soon, another challenger sat in his seat.

However, these Flotsam residents and passing travelers were just ordinary people after all, neither real Gwent masters nor those who had collected a whole set of powerful rare cards like the rich merchant Leuvaarden.

And Wayne, whom they faced, after two days of big gambles, had already drawn nearly a hundred cards from the losers. Although the deck in his hand lacked that kind of extremely rare powerful card, after so many adjustments, it had been perfected to be seamless.

The Gwent level attached to the system also rose to level four after many battles. With the blessing of four points of luck, gambling with ordinary people is simply like cheating. You can draw whatever cards you want.

How long ordinary players can support in front of him almost depends on when Wayne wants them to fail.

Although Dandelion's instigation made some Gwent players eager to try, after seeing Wayne defeat five challengers in a row with a calm face, reaching fifty-five consecutive victories, no one in the tavern wanted to challenge this terrifying Gwent master anymore.

The registration fee of one Oren is not expensive, but it can at least allow people to eat a few good meals. Instead of wasting it in vain, it is better to stay and do other things.

Finally, after no one continued to challenge for more than ten minutes, Dandelion's face flushed with excitement, and he announced in a high-pitched voice:

"Ladies and gentlemen, good people of Flotsam."

"I now announce that this unprecedented big gamble, the earth-shattering Gwent tournament."

"Its final champion is our Wolf School witcher, Mr. Wayne."

"In this big gamble, he defeated one hundred challengers in a row, with no defeats, and is a well-deserved Gwent super player."

"He will become a legend in Flotsam, remembered by everyone, ten years, twenty years, fifty years, or even one hundred years."

"He is the true Flotsam champion."

Speaking of this, Dandelion put down the lute in his hand, raised his hands high, clapped his palms, attracted everyone's attention, and announced loudly:

"Now, everyone, I want to tell you a good news."

"You are very honored, our Flotsam champion is a generous good person. Since no one can win this prize money, he decided to take half of the prize money, a full two hundred and thirty Orens, as a reward for everyone's enthusiasm, and put it here with the tavern owner."

"From today on, every Flotsam resident can get a free ale from the boss until the money is spent."

"This is a generous act worthy of praise, let us cheer together."

Under Dandelion's mobilization, hearing that there would be free ale to drink in the next few days, all the onlookers cheered excitedly.

Perhaps in the future, they will not remember the Gwent master who won hundreds of Orens in the tavern, but they will definitely have a deep impression of the Flotsam champion who treated them to ale for a few days.

However, the lively atmosphere is always short-lived. Shortly after the big gamble ended, under the supervision of the soldiers, the crowd began to disperse one after another.

It was already night, and the residents happily took away a free ale, and then began to return home in twos and threes. The satisfied expression was obviously excited about participating in such an interesting game.

And Wayne and Geralt didn't want to cause trouble, they had already packed their luggage and prepared to set off early the next morning to embark on the journey again.

Their next stop is Wyzima, the capital of Temeria, the city where the King's palace is located, gathering a large number of nobles, rich merchants, soldiers, gangsters, and the poor, and is the richest place in the entire Wyzima.

In that city, fish and dragons are mixed, all kinds of bizarre events emerge one after another, and there are a large number of contracts, which just need witchers like them to solve.

And after learning that Geralt's destination was Wyzima, our poet Dandelion immediately expressed that he would also go there together.

At the same time, this poet classmate who likes to inquire about information everywhere also told Wayne and the others a piece of news.

The big merchant Leuvaarden, who lost three hundred Orens to him at the gambling table before, his caravan also set off tomorrow morning, and the destination was also Wyzima.

Learning this news, Wayne's eyes lit up, and he immediately said he would go to Leuvaarden to talk and see if he could take a guard mission.

He didn't care about that meager reward, but because, traveling with a large group of people, not only can he hitch a ride on a comfortable carriage and get some food.

The most important thing is that he can get a task from Leuvaarden.

Wayne has always warned himself that high-rise buildings rise from the ground, and if you want to become stronger, you must seize every opportunity to become stronger.

The witcher's lifespan is indeed very long, but if you don't seize the opportunity to enhance your strength, you might become a corpse in some accident.

(End of chapter)