Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 203 The Drunkard and the Gambler

"You won't play with me!!!!"

Haven's body sprang up from his seat like a fully wound spring, shouting arrogantly. His cocky and domineering expression really resembled that of a naive young man who had just entered society and had drunk too much.

Haven forcefully grabbed the new employee by the neck and was about to give him a sip. Whether the employee couldn't dodge or was doing it on purpose, after struggling a few times, the employee finished most of the drink in Haven's glass.

"Sir, really, no, sir. Our tavern has strict rules. If our boss finds out, he'll punish me severely."

After a few tugs of the tug, Haven acted like a drunken, reckless young man, shouting loudly. However, the customers eating and chatting around him only glanced at him before going about their business. For them, such situations were all too common.

"Guest, guest, you've really had too much to drink. Shall I help you to rest? Otherwise, if you stumble and fall, it would be our tavern's fault."

Haven caught a glimpse of the helplessness and disdain in the new employee's eyes out of the corner of his eye, and chuckled to himself. It seemed that reading that book on "The Actor's Self-Cultivation" hadn't been a waste of his time.

"I'm not resting, I'm not sleeping, I'm not drunk yet."

The incessantly grumbling Haven was like a restless pig, constantly shifting around and extremely difficult to calm down.

"Since you won't play with me, I'll find someone to play with me. I'll go over there and play with them."

Looking in the direction Haven pointed, a group of burly men dressed as workers were sitting around a table a dozen meters away, shouting loudly, their faces flushed.

As he spoke, he pushed aside the man who was supporting him and staggered toward the group of people.

Seeing Haven's swaying figure, the new guy spat and dragged Aji off the chair, cursing as he pulled him away like a dead dog.

On the other side.

"Damn it, I refuse to believe it."

"Hahahaha, I'm going to watch birds today, watch birds."

"Damn it, I'll beat you all to a pulp today, you bunch of bastards, and show you what I'm capable of!"

"%*#*# Russell!!! You son of a bitch, are you trying to cheat me!!!"

A gaunt, balding man, driven to despair by his loss, stared incredulously at the dominoes on the table. He had a pair of sevens, but his opponent had a pair of eights, which were only slightly higher than his own.

Three or four rounds in a row—anyone would find something strange about this, after all, for these gambling addicts, even though they keep saying they're cheated on...

May Lady Luck shine upon me, so that I may dominate the gambling game.

But if something like that really happens to someone you know, and that person isn't you, then it can only mean one thing.

Cheating! Using deception!
Oh shit! !
Oh shit! ! !

I'm going to cut off my hands!!! I'm going to cut off my hands!!!
The red-nosed, balding man named Russell was furious when he heard the other party accuse him of cheating. He waved his thick arms and roared angrily:
"Bullshit, Aganji! Everyone's here, so many people are watching, and you're saying I'm cheating?!"

"Tell me, which eye of yours saw me cheat? Tell me, and I'll chop your hand off. If you can't tell me, you can chop your hand off and give it to me!"

Russell, his face flushed, expressed his protest to Agamji, his belly fat jiggling with each movement.

Seeing Russell's murderous look, the size difference between the two quickly brought Agamji back to his senses.

If the argument continues, there's no possibility of it ending in a fight. For me, it would be a one-sided beating, and I would gain nothing but laughter from the onlookers.

Seeing the other party's somewhat eager fist, Aganji wisely left the gambling table. However, even after leaving, he continued to grumble and complain.

"You're lucky, you just wait and see!!! I'm not afraid of you. In a few days, when I win, I'll see how big your dick really is."

Russell was furious when he heard Aganji's foul language and was about to go and hit him, but as the bookmaker, he had been winning all the way and naturally had a lot of people sitting around him.

As Russell stood up, Agamji had already run a few steps off the stool. Just as Agamji was about to utter a few more harsh words, he bumped into something and fell backward to the ground.

"Damn it, who the hell is blind and doesn't even look where they're going?"

Aganji rubbed his head, which was throbbing from the impact, and looked up to see a young adventurer who looked drunk swaying and staring at him.

Just as Agamji was about to utter a few more curses, he heard Russell's shouts behind him and hurriedly scrambled away.

"Damn it!!! You damn pig, Aganji, don't let me catch you."

"Hey bro, wanna play a few rounds?"

Seeing Havent squeeze into the spot Aganji had just left, Russell immediately forgot what had just happened and looked at the young man with delight.

Young adventurers are great! They're not very bright, and they're impulsive. Most importantly, they're definitely much richer than that damned guy, Agamji. It seems Lady Luck is on my side today.

Haven feigned a drunken burp and said with a slightly flippant tone:

"Damn it, great! I happen to have nothing to do right now. Watch me beat you until you're bloodied and bruised."

Faced with Haven's arrogant words, the others at the gambling table exchanged glances and smiled knowingly. In their eyes, a fat sheep had arrived, and there was no way they wouldn't take advantage of it.

"Hahahaha, you can't just talk tough at the gambling table. We'll have to see how good you are, young man."

Seeing that the other party was questioning him again, Haven seemed to be provoked. He took out a bulging wallet from his waist pocket and threw it on the table. It made a dull sound when it hit the table. The coins inside the wallet were squeezed out of the drawstring by the force of the interaction and scattered out.

Everyone gasped when they saw the scattered gold, silver, and copper coins.

Wow, so many! This is truly a rich and fat sheep.

Everyone exchanged knowing smiles again; this was truly wonderful.

Russell sniffed a few times with his red nose, forcing himself to calm down, and then forced his greasy face to show Havet what he thought was the kindest smile he had ever given in his life.

"Hehehehe~~~ This guy is really skilled. Quick, put it away. There are too many people around here, and it wouldn't be good if those shady characters were watching us."

He looked unusually concerned, but it was unclear whether he was concerned about Havent or the pile of money on the table.

"Hey bro, how do you want to play? We mainly play pairs here..."

"A pair? What's that?"

Seeing Haven's dazed look, Russell suppressed his excitement.

"Ah~ Brother, it's a couplet, let me explain it to you."

As he spoke, he picked up several smooth and shiny squares from the table. They looked like they were made of stone or bone, with circles of different sizes and colors carved on one side.

"Here, this is a pair, and the rules are very simple."

As he spoke, Russell casually picked up two cards from the deck and turned them over.

"The rules of the game are very simple: the dealer deals the cards, two cards to each player, and then we compare the card values."

"Let me give you a simple example, like the deck I'm holding right now." He waved the six and two of the suit in his hand at Haven, then flipped two more cards from the deck, a one and a four of the suit.

"Then the sum of my cards is eight, and your cards..."

As he spoke, he picked up one and four pieces of bread with his other hand and shook them.

"In that case, your hand is five points, which means you've lost."
See? The rules are pretty simple, right?

Under Russell's gaze, Haven's hand reached for the deck of cards on the table, the cards making a crisp sound as they collided.

"Then how is that calculated?"

Havel then revealed a pair of nines of diamonds, his eyes fixed on Russell, who was covered in fat, his gaze no longer showing any signs of drunkenness.

However, Russell, already dazzled by a large bag of coins, clearly didn't care about these minor changes.

"Ah~

You're a smart man, a natural gambler...

Russell's chubby face immediately turned red, as if he had taken a top-quality tonic, and he fell into an abnormally excited and frenzied state.

"This is the Supreme One. When you get this, you win the whole game. Of course, you have to be the dealer. If I am the dealer and we both get the same cards, then I will win."

Hearing the explanation, Haven nodded silently. So, the rules of this gambling game are indeed very simple, and it seems to be something that is entirely based on luck.

"hold head high……"

"That's very simple. I have one last question. Which of these two is bigger?"

Haven then pulled out two 1s of coins, one 2 of coins and one 8 of coins, one 1 of coins and one 8 of coins, and one 2 of coins and one 7 of coins from the pile of cards.

Russell raised an eyebrow and glanced suspiciously at a young man reeking of alcohol. He couldn't help but wonder to himself, "Is this guy drunk or not? How come he's asking such precise questions?"

"This..."

Russell stood up and stretched out his chubby hand, gesturing towards the pairs of cards Haven had selected.

"We call two identical pairs a pair. A pair is greater than the sum of these combinations. The sum of these combinations is nine, which is the largest. If it's ten, it's a disaster. It's smaller than one."

"hold head high……"

"That's it..."

As Russell watched Haven rub his chin, his patience gradually wore thin. He wasn't some kind of missionary patiently preaching in a church; he was only managing to say so much because of that bulging purse.

"Hey buddy, wanna play? If not, move aside, there are other guys waiting."

Urged on by Russell, Haven plopped down in his seat.

"Go ahead and play! Anyone who says they won't play, I have to ask about the rules first."

Russell watched as Havent plopped down in a chair and breathed a sigh of relief. This big fat sheep had finally entered the game. He then winked at the others in their seats, and the gambling buddies instantly understood Russell's intention, all revealing knowing smiles.

"Hehehe~~~ That's perfect. I'll shuffle the cards again. Our way of playing is very simple. You bet on yourself, up to one gold coin at a time, and then we flip the cards and compare the sizes. Got it?"

Haven nodded with a dazed look in his eyes, then raised his hand high.

"It's moving, it's moving! Hey, buddy, give me a big glass of rye beer."

Seeing that Haven wanted more drinks, Russell shook his head slightly. It seemed that today was truly his lucky day. He would just have to watch how he won the kid's wallet clean, one gulp at a time.

Russell's fat hands displayed a dexterity beyond their size. The thirty-six diamond cards seemed to have no rigidity in his hands, being casually kneaded and tucked. In a dazzling display, the diamond cards were arranged into two neat rows. He picked up two smooth, rounded dice and threw them down.

"Hey hey~~~ Damn it, nine to one, the dealer has it!!!"

If gambling were a game with different levels of skill, then Russell's current mental state would definitely be that of an excellent, top-notch gambler, as his chubby face trembled involuntarily with excitement.

As a round of diamond cards was dealt to everyone, Russell, like a lion standing on a hillside surveying its territory, looked greedily and fiercely at everyone at the gambling table.

"Come on, place your bets!!!"

Under Russell's watchful eye, the people at the gambling table began placing bets, some as few as a dozen copper coins, others as many as one or two silver coins.

Seeing that everyone had placed their bets, Russell slowly looked at Havent and said in a low voice:

"How much are you planning to bet, buddy?"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Haven reached into his wallet, rummaged around for a bit, and tossed two silver coins onto the table.

"That's all for now. Let me see what's going on."

When Russell saw that Haven only took out two silver coins, a hint of regret flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Hahahaha~~~ That's right, that's right, no one's downloading, no one's downloading, so let's start."

"Damn it, that's a stinky hand!"

"Damn it, what the hell is this?! A three-point thing!!!"

"Damn it, this is too unlucky. My twenty copper coins only got me four points."

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After one round, only Haven hadn't flipped the table yet, and only the dealer Russell hadn't flipped it. Seeing this, Russell looked at Haven with a smile.

"Hey buddy, wanna add some more bets?"

"Um... never mind, I thought you were the one who opened it first."

As he spoke, he flipped over his diamond cards. When everyone saw the numbers on the cards, they couldn't help but chirp. They weren't too high, but too low. There was a nine of coins and a two of coins. He almost lost the game.

Russell looked at everyone's cards on the table and couldn't help but burst into laughter. This, this, today really is my lucky day! The highest card on the table is four, and if I have four, I'll win everything!

I've already gotten almost ten silver coins in this round, I'm so happy!
Thinking of this, Russell stopped looking at his cards. After all, they were all low-ranking cards, so what did he have to be afraid of? He pressed down on the diamond card with his chubby hand and flipped it over.

"Hahaha!!! Today I'll show you what a true God of Gamblers is!!"

As the cards slammed heavily onto the table, and the numbers were revealed, everyone fell silent for a moment, some even holding their breath.

Several seconds later, Havent's voice came through.

"82 cake!?? You seem to have messed up~~~"

(End of this chapter)