Mage Joan

The dealer who sat down suddenly stopped the deal.

She snapped her fingers and summoned a **** waitress with a naked figure, pointing at Joan, smiling.

"Give this gentleman a fruit plate and count me as a treat."

"Okay, ma'am."

The waitress quickly brought a plate of cut honeydew melons and placed them at Joan's table.

Dick took a piece of honeydew and took a bite. He continued to admire the sweetness, and leaned into Joan's ear to lower his voice and laughed:

"Has the dealer's elder sister taken your fancy?"

"Actually, she looks pretty good, but unfortunately she is a bit older."

Joan ignored his ridicule, deliberately called himself to explode, lost this game, apologized to the dealer, then stood up and said lightly: "No more."

The dealer said two reserved polite words, but her eyes showed that she actually relieved herself secretly.

"I'm feeling lucky, why not keep playing?" Dick was surprised.

Joan shook his head and took the chips on the table into his hands, whispering, "Come on, go out and say."

Dick was still unclear, but both Thomas and Roger realized that the dealer had seen Joan counting cards, and the gift of fruit trays actually implied that he was adequate.

If Joanne did not heed the warning and did not stop, then there would be no good fruit to eat.

The four people left the table and exchanged their chips for cash. Excluding the casino "pumping", the four people evenly divided and earned less than one hundred gold Durga.

"We shouldn't go. We have a good luck and could have won more." Dick said regretfully.

"Don't be too greedy as a human being, you would have lost all your money. Thanks to Joan for helping you win back your capital, what else is not enough?"

Roger counted his brother angrily.

"Joan is right when he sees it. If we continue to play, we will have to lose it sooner or later."

"Although it won't win much, it's a jackpot anyway!"

Thomas didn't smile deeply.

"If we didn't close the game in time just now and lose all the chips, we still have to be sacked by the gloves of the casino and thrown into the sea to feed the sharks."

"Ah? It's such an exaggeration?" Dick scared out his cold sweat. "We didn't cheat again. Why did the casino target us?"

"Haha! This is complicated..."

Thomas leaned against the fence on the fourth floor of the bridge and explained to Dick the details of using the card counting technique and playing secret codes to win the game.

The simple-minded Dick, who was stunned, didn't expect this kind of playing card skills in the world!

Smart people are terrible!

Joan supported the fence with both hands, looking out at the sea glowing with moonlight under the night.

The humid and cool sea breeze greeted us, and the wind was mixed with the bold and bold singing of the semi-drunk sailors.

...

In Port Leiden

There was a group of sailors singing

Those haunting dreams

Wandering in the wide Port of Leiden

In Port Leiden

There was a group of sailors sleeping soundly

Like a stream of flags

Extends to the bleak coast

In Port Leiden

A group of sailors passed away quietly

With full beer and tragedy

Disappeared at dawn

In Port Leiden

There are also a group of sailors about to be born

On the monotonous ocean

In the endless heat wave

There is a group of sailors

On that white tablecloth

Fresh sea fish on display

Sailors show their teeth

Crumbling fate

Gnawing the full moon

Worn rope

In their favorite fries

Also mixed with the aroma of cod

They danced thick palms

As if asking for more

Then the sailors laughed out loud

Get up in thunderous noise

Pull on the pants placket

Burp away

In Port Leiden

A group of sailors danced passionately

Belly rubbing belly

Flirting with women

They spin and dance

Like the sun blowing thin flames

Violin out of tune

Play a harsh melody

They twisted their necks

So that you can hear each other laughing

Until suddenly

Sudden Violin Stop

They pose solemnly

They show proud eyes

Leave with the dancing woman

Happy until dawn

In Port Leiden

There is a group of sailors

They drank one after another

Empty the cup and fill it again

They toast to health

Cheers for prostitutes too

Sailors who drink enough wine

Turn your nose towards the night sky

Throw your nose to the stars

Peeing towards an unfaithful woman

As if she had shed tears for them

...

After a smooth day and night sailing, the cruise ship "New World" successfully arrived at the "Wild Boar Island" terminal at dusk on July 2.

The cruise liner slowly entered the berth.

During this period, including Joan and his party, most of the passengers on the boat couldn't wait to get on the deck and looked at the resort island surrounded by sandy beaches and lush jungle under the sunset.

Looking from the port side, "Wild Boar Island" not only has unforgettable natural scenery, but also has a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere. It is worthy of being the leading resort in the Alfheim region.

It is hard for Joan to imagine that the peaceful woods are inhabited by tens of thousands of feral wild boars, which poses a great threat to the farmland and pastures across the strait.

When he turned his eyes, he immediately noticed the outer wall of the pier, which was made of rock and was more than three yards high.

The outer surface of the wall is covered with rusty barbed wire, and a wide trench is dug further away, like a dazzling scar, separating the beach near the pier from the inland of the island.

This wall made Joan no longer doubt the danger of the depths of the island.

"Wild Boar Island" attracts a large number of tourists every summer for sightseeing and vacation. Building a fence around the pier and digging trenches not only costs a lot of money, but also destroys the natural scenery of the island and gives tourists a negative impression.

There is no fool on the board of directors of the "Yalfheim Shipping Company" responsible for the operation of this tourist resort, and it will never do such unsuccessful things unless it is absolutely necessary.

It can be seen that not only are there large groups of wild boars on the island, but they are indeed flooding as rumored.

The wild boars on the island often invade the docks in clusters, posing a serious threat to local tourism practitioners and even tourists coming on vacation. They have to build up strict fortifications to ensure the safety of personnel.

From this point of view, it is not difficult for Joan to understand why "Yalfheim Shipping Company" actively sponsors the annual hunting festival, and actively provides thoughtful services, even medals and bonuses for the event.

Over the years, the shipping company Alfheim has heavily funded the "Hunting Contest", but it is not purely "doing good deeds" as they themselves advertise.

With a small amount of money, thousands of hunters can fling the island to spontaneously hunt wild boars, greatly reducing the size of the wild boar population.

Without knowing it, he passed on the safety pressure that should be borne by the company's security personnel to the tourists.

Incidentally, it can also stimulate the tourism industry and bring a steady stream of customers and profits to the company, which is a perfect marketing strategy!

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