Mage Joan

Joan looked over at the huge tent in the camp. When he was curious, the tent curtain suddenly lifted, and a dwarf with a beard came out.

The dwarf stood outside the door of the tent, his hands on his hips, his chest raised, his posture swallowing the mountains and rivers, and shouted to the sky three times.

"I am a pig!"

"I am a pig!"

"I am a pig!"

Joan, when they saw this scene, they looked at each other in amazement, and then laughed out of agreement.

In the big tent behind the dwarf, there was also a big laugh.

Mr. Dwarf, who claimed to be a "pig", heard laughter, his face flushed suddenly, and his thick beard could not hide it.

Despite his humiliation, the guy refused to accept his mouth, and turned back to the people who laughed at him in the tent.

"You laugh so fart!"

"Laozi confessed to betting and losing!"

"Shout three times if you should!

Hearing his anger, Holton suddenly turned his face and smiled at Joan: "This dwarf must have lost his bet, and he has to call him a pig."

Joan hadn't replied yet, the dwarf heard a movement here, surprised, and strode forward.

Audrey hurriedly put away her smile and made a gesture to remind everyone to be careful, but she also guarded by the sword.

The dwarf strode to the crowd, stroking his beard and looking at them curiously.

Just when Joan was worried about his anger, the dwarf grinned wide and showed a friendly smile.

"Hi! Traveler, good evening!"

"Our camp is hosting the 1024th bragging contest, are you interested in participating?"

Holden frowned and approached the dwarf.

"Bragging contest? Sorry, I'm never bragging."

The dwarf suddenly looked happy, applauding again and again.

"Yes, yes! Little brothers, we need a strong player like you!"

Holden raised his face, and said angrily: "I am a sincere person with one word, you suspect that I am bragging, it is insulting my personality!"

The dwarf jumped excitedly.

"Wow! Come on, little brother! You are so powerful, it would be hard not to win the championship!"

The poet couldn't resist his enthusiasm and gave a helpless smile.

"I can't brag! But I have a story. Do you have any wine?"

The dwarf nodded again and again.

"Yes! It's too much! The bragging contest winner's prize is a bottle of superb crab blood mix! Come on, friends, come with us to drink and brag! Hi!

Holden was dragged halfway into the tent by the enthusiastic dwarf.

Hailar and Joan looked at each other and quickly followed.

Audrey thought for a moment, let go of her clenched saber, and said to Evelyn: "Let's go in and see too."

Evelyn didn't make a sound, nor did she keep up with Audrey's footsteps. She fell outside the tent alone, her face murky and hesitant.

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and Holton stepped out of the dance step with the accompaniment of the dwarf drum.

"Evelyn, why aren't you here yet?"

Holden held the warlock's hand and smiled.

"The dwarves in the tent were very hospitable and very warm to us."

"Everyone is bragging, drinking and playing cards, and singing and dancing. It's fun! What are you doing silly, come and dance!"

"I...I don't want to go in," Evelyn reluctantly found an excuse for refusing, "You play it yourself, I can't dance."

"What does it matter, I will teach you!"

Holden couldn't help but say that she was forced to drag her into the big tent where the banquet was being held. The rhythm of the music, like two drops of water entering the sea, quickly integrated into the joyful crowd.

Sixty or seventy dwarf prospectors gathered in the big tent, and the carnival was held in a warm atmosphere.

In the middle of the tent is the dance floor, and a dwarf brass band is accompanying the dancing people.

Many portable folding tables were randomly placed around the dance floor. The dwarves sat around the table, shouting, drinking, and throwing cards.

Joan sat in front of a wooden table, holding two cards in his hand, and looked at the dwarf sitting opposite with a casual look.

The dealer also held two cards in his hand, his face hard to conceal, his forehead oozing with dense sweat beads.

Since this little human mage sat down opposite, the dealer suspected that he had been abandoned by the goddess of luck.

So far, the two sides have bet on no less than thirty games.

Judging from the win rate, Joan's advantage is not obvious.

But looking at the chips of both sides, the gap is obvious.

Luck is nothing but betting is a matter of learning.

How can we ensure that we lose as much as possible and win big?

The dwarf bookmaker obviously doesn't understand this knowledge well.

Audrey and Hailar sitting next to Joan at the table are also laymen in this regard.

Both girls seemed a little nervous.

Hailar tried to peek at Joan's cards to satisfy his curiosity in advance.

Audrey is also curious, but she has an inexplicable concept of superstition. It is believed that Joan's card is the most deterrent when it has not been revealed. If it is peeped, this mysterious magic will disappear.

So she arranged two missions for herself at the poker table: one was to give Joan a fan of wine, and the other was to block the face of the card and prevent Hailar from peeping.

The dealer wiped his sweat and finally spread out the two cards in his hand. After that, he stood on the table with both hands and stood up, glaring his eyes, forcing Joan to see what other tricks the little mage could change.

The dealer showed a pair of nine, 18 o'clock.

What a coincidence!

Joan smiled slightly and threw the pair of ten in his hand on the table.

The dealer's expression looked like hell, and he fell back to the armchair with a butt, and his face turned blue.

Hailar cheered to the table, opened his arms, and pulled back all the bets Joan had won.

Audrey handed Joan a glass of dwarf craft beer, then opened a beautifully embroidered folding fan, fanned him with a hint of admiration in his smile.

"Joan, you played really well! Did you specifically study the game of blackjack?"

"It's just lucky."

Joan's lips rose slightly.

The dwarf sitting opposite the table had already lost all the chips, but was still unwilling to get off the table, and suddenly jumped up, yelling at Joan's nose.

"Ghost! I suspect you are counting cards!"

Uh!

Audrey gathered the folding fan suddenly, the smile on her face also converged, and asked the dwarf who lost the red eye coldly:

"You accuse Joan of counting cards, is there evidence?"

"not at all……"

The dwarf hung his head in frustration.

Hailar glared at the dwarf and slapped it on the table with a big palm, shaking his chips.

"No evidence, what are you doing loudly? Sit down!"

The dwarf was frightened by the female swordsman and sat back in the chair, stroking his beard and complaining bitterly:

"Cunning boy...Damn chick..."

"Brother, complain less!"

A dwarf watching the gambling patted the dealer's shoulders and persuaded him to pass his breath.

"It's really counting cards, that's the skill of other people. If you have that cleverness, you can count!"

"I count you as a caterpillar!"

The dealer pushed up the table annoyed and stopped playing!

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