Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 79 Lost Soul
Seeing Benjamin's stubbornness, Haven stopped trying to persuade him. After all, the 30 Baka he had sent were still with the other party. Although he wasn't short of money, it would be better to keep them for himself.

“Then come on, Mr. Big Ben.”

Looking at the gold coins Haven pushed to the center of the table, Benjamin felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe. He grabbed the water glass next to him and gulped it down in a few mouthfuls.

Picking up the cup containing the dice again, he felt it become incredibly heavy. After taking a few deep breaths, he covered the cup with both hands and began to shake it. At this moment, everyone resting and eating in the hall gathered around. The innkeeper, Hu Fu, looked at the two people surrounded by the crowd with worry. No matter who won or lost, the consequences would be something he couldn't bear.

Benjamin held the cup and shook it dozens of times. The dice hit the cup and made a series of rapid sounds. Under everyone's gaze, he forcefully slammed the cup down on the table, and large beads of sweat rolled down Benjamin's forehead.

"Mr. Will, big or small?"

Haven looked at Benjamin, who was nervously watching him, and found it a little funny. He was so afraid of losing, yet he still insisted on playing.

"Big, six o'clock."

Hearing Haven announce the size and the points after stating them made Benjamin hesitate for a moment.

'How can he be so confident? That's thirty gold coins. Is it really that much?'
No way, no way. He's not a god, how could he possibly guess? He's definitely bluffing me.

Damn, that smile is so annoying, I really want to punch his face in the face.

"Wow, if it's really big, then he wins."

Amidst these repeated psychological shifts, Benjamin quickly became anxious and insecure, clutching his water glass with both hands and hesitant to open it.

Seeing the other person's strange behavior, Haven had a pretty good idea of ​​what the other person was thinking.

"Mr. Ben, why aren't you opening? Are you going to increase your bet?"

Looking at Havent, who was smiling at him, Benjamin felt that the person sitting opposite him was a demon from hell, ready to devour him piece by piece.

"Since you're not planning to raise the stakes, let's open it, Mr. Big Ben. You don't actually want to quit, do you? But even if you don't want to play, we have to finish this round first."

Under the watchful eyes of Haven and the onlookers, Benjamin had no choice but to open the water glass, despite his reluctance.

The moment the water glass was opened, everyone gasped in surprise upon seeing the dice underneath.

'My God, Ben Wallace lost again, tsk tsk tsk'

'Who says otherwise? This young man is amazing; it really is six o'clock.'

"I knew it! Turns out, that idiot Ben suddenly got so good. Turns out he just had a stroke of luck. He wouldn't let go of his winnings and insisted on continuing. Now he's got nothing! It's hilarious. If it were me, I would have quit while I was ahead."

"How could it be, how could it be."

Benjamin slumped helplessly into his chair, as if all his strength had been drained. He was drenched in sweat, his head spinning as if struck by a hammer, unable to utter a single word. The world seemed to have lost its sound; all he could see were the mouths of those around him opening and closing repeatedly.

“Look, Lori, this is a bloody example of how harmful gambling is. We must never get involved in it again.”

Lori rolled her eyes as she listened to Havent's lecture. Gambling is bad, but I've never seen you not gamble. This guy is really unlucky. Of all people to mess with, he had to mess with Mr. Will.

Seeing that he had won back the money he had just lost, Haven lost interest in continuing to play. After all, he had just wanted to have some fun, and now that he had, it was time to end this boring gambling game.

“Lori, go get the money. We’re going to take a bath. The innkeeper said the new bathhouse in town is pretty good. I’ll take you there to experience it later.” Lori was immediately interested when Havent said he was going to take him to experience something he’d never seen before. He remembered that on the way there, the mercenaries protecting him had said that this was the kind of life a man should experience.

Benjamin, who had been lost in thought, snapped back to reality as if pricked by a needle. He pressed his hand on the coins and glared fiercely at Lori.

"what are you doing?"

Benjamin was a full three heads taller than Lori. He stared at Lori with a ferocious expression, and the autistic child was immediately frightened, turning his head to look at Haven.

"Mr. Big Ben? What do you mean? Are you planning to renege on your promise?"

Seeing Benjamin's sore loser attitude, Haven's face instantly darkened, and he stared at him coldly.

Having lost so much that he was desperate, Benjamin didn't care about anything else. He shoved Lori aside and snatched the gold coins into his arms.

"Mine, this is mine. You cheated. You must have cheated. Otherwise, how could you have guessed all the points?"

The crowd dispersed at the sight of Benjamin's outburst, no one wanting to invite trouble at this moment.

"oh!?"

Haven stood up and helped Lori, who had fallen on her bottom, to her feet. He then slowly walked up to Benjamin, looked him straight in the eye, and made his way to him.

"You're saying I cheated? What evidence do you have? You know, everything requires evidence. You can't just accuse someone of cheating without any reason."

Faced with the imposing Haven, Benjamin involuntarily took a few steps back, his eyes darting away, unable to meet her gaze.

"As for you, Mr. Ben, you proposed the bet, but as the dealer, you didn't spend a single penny throughout the entire process. Are you planning to get something for nothing, or are you extremely confident in your gambling skills?"

He was caught off guard by Haven's barrage of calls and didn't know how to answer. He stammered for a long time without being able to give a coherent explanation.

"Anyway, there's something strange about this, otherwise why could I keep winning before but then suddenly stop winning?"

"You should ask yourself that. The dice are yours, you rolled them, and you opened them yourself. You say there's something strange about this? What's strange about it?"

Seeing Haven's flippant, mocking expression, Benjamin's rationality vanished instantly, and he roared:

"It must be you. You're a mage. You must have used some kind of magic trick, otherwise I couldn't have kept losing."

Listening to Benjamin's roar, Haven rolled his eyes helplessly. This guy was such an idiot. Nine out of ten bets are rigged. It's the unspoken rule in casinos that if you can't beat someone, you can only say that you're not as skilled. Shouting like this is completely useless.

"It seems Mr. Benjamin isn't entirely convinced. Fortunately, there's a very popular game in our Northern Territory."

As he spoke, he took two daggers out of his ring and threw them on the table, looking at Benjamin as if he were a dead fish.

"The rules are simple: each person gets a dagger, and whoever can pass it back and forth between five fingers one hundred times in the shortest time wins. That's fair, right?"

As he spoke, he took out a large money bag and threw it on the table.
"There are three hundred gold coins in here, plus the ones on the table. If you win, they're all yours. If you lose, I won't take your money. All you have to do is cut off your lips."

(End of this chapter)