Lori looked at the revolver in front of him, his face pale.
He didn't know what went wrong in this gamble. The deal with the spiritual devil that had always worked for him in the past was now useless, but the iron-clad facts were already in front of him.
The first five shots were blanks, and now he was about to face the last one.
The entire city that never sleeps was silent, and everyone watched Lori's expression change from moody to bright.
Finally, his expression stabilized, and the corners of his dry mouth pulled open an ugly arc: "I think there were some mistakes in this gambling game. This is my negligence as the banker."
As soon as Lori said this, everyone knew what he meant.
There was no doubt that he was going to act like a rogue, or to turn the table over.
Everyone knows that this behavior is shameless, but it must be admitted that it is indeed effective.
What the "audience" witnesses is only the gambling itself. As for how the gambling will be carried out after it is completed, they will not interfere. This has always been the position of the "audience".
...
...
As the banker and the owner of this casino, if Viscount Lori is determined to turn his back on his word, no one can force him to do anything.
I still say that the referee, referee, witnesses, organizers and co-organizers are all my people. What do you have to fight me?
Such behavior will certainly cause the casino's reputation and credibility to plummet, and even its business will be much worse than before, but when it comes to matters like reputation and life, everyone knows what to choose.
Suddenly, there was an uproar among the gamblers in the audience, and everyone's eyes were focused on Xia on the stage.
Some people are still lamenting Char's crazy behavior, while others are regretting that this shocking gamble ended in such a shameful way.
However, on the other side of the gambling table, Viscount Lori's expression suddenly changed.
Because, at this moment.
He clearly felt that for some unknown reason, his mental strength and soul were actually beginning to be devoured by something.
In an instant, his mental strength dimmed a little, and it would not be long before it would completely return to nothingness.
"Are you crazy? I promised you five hundred souls, and I will satisfy you."
"Have you forgotten how we made the deal? Five hundred souls are nothing to me, you should know that!"
His mental power was roaring at the top of its lungs, but all Lori got in response was a deep, dark whisper.
"That was the past."
"You have now lost the ability to fulfill the contract."
"The soul of the person who broke his promise is also part of the deal."
The emotionless whisper of the devil sounded, and the next moment, Lori felt as if another part of his soul was torn off.
The excruciating pain of his spirit being devoured further distorted his already ugly old face.
Losing the roulette bet was not a dead end for Lori. As long as he could save face, no one could force him to fulfill any bet. The worst that could happen was that the reputation of the City That Never Sleeps would be completely shattered.
But what horrified Lori the most was that his biggest trump card, the spiritual demon, had turned against him.
The number of slaves he now had was indeed not as many as the six hundred souls he had promised to provide to the spiritual demon.
But relying on his accumulated wealth and secret connections, it was not difficult for him to collect hundreds of souls as tribute from all over the Western Continent at any cost.
However, judging from the other party’s words—
It seemed that the spiritual demon felt that he had lost the qualifications to fulfill the deal.
tear——
Part of Lori's soul was torn off again. He had achieved the fourth ring with the help of the demon from the spiritual world, and had never tempered his mental strength like the average beastmaster.
Facing the backlash at this moment, Lori didn't even have the ability to resist or struggle.
"I see……"
"I see……"
In the excruciating pain of his soul being devoured, Viscount Lori stared fixedly at the eyes of the mysterious man in front of him, with an indescribable bloodshot look in his eyes.
He staggered, raised the revolver, and pointed it at himself.
The rank of this mysterious person should be lower than his own, and there is no way he could cheat in front of a six-ring "audience".
The deal with the spiritual demon must have been concluded, and his own luck has been improved. This is the basic rule that every demon in the abyss must abide by when making a deal.
In this case, no matter how small the probability is, there is only one answer left.
In the magazine, the remaining live ammunition——
It was a dud.
Although the ammunition production line of the Imperial Military Factory is now quite complete, there is still a probability of 3/1000 to 7/10,000 of producing duds.
That's why the mysterious man was able to fire four shots in a row without any harm.
Because from the beginning, this bet was a draw—
There will be no winners and no losers.
Viscount Lori raised his silver-white revolver tremblingly, and the corner of his mouth formed an ugly arc towards Char.
"I admit... you did win."
“But I haven’t lost yet.”
His old fingers suddenly pulled the trigger, and his bloodshot eyes stared straight at Char in front of him.
"I'll remember you."
"Today's events will not end here. From now on, I will..."
Bang--
Fire burst out from the muzzle of the gun.
The next moment, the shattered flesh and blood fragments, along with the headless old body, collapsed on the gambling table.
…
A huge and noisy sound was heard.
A moment ago, the gamblers thought that the dealer could no longer play and were still sighing with regret for the mysterious guest.
But the next moment, they witnessed that the king who had sat on the throne of the City That Never Sleeps for decades had his head exploded in front of them and turned into a headless corpse.
Xia looked at the headless body lying on the ground in front of him, but his expression remained calm.
Just now, he sensed that there was a vague consciousness spying on him from the spiritual world.
From that prying consciousness, Xia sensed a familiar smell of corruption, which seemed to be related to the abyss, and perhaps it was the trump card in Lori's body.
So, with the idea of giving it a try, Char equipped himself with the title of "Blasphemer" and activated the red skills of "Filthy Blood" and "Darkborn".
The next moment, Char sensed the gaze that was spying on him from the spirit world, and he quickly retracted it like a frightened deer, with indescribable fear and vague respect.
It seemed that the blasphemous and foul aura caused the abyss creature to misunderstand something and regard him as a newborn evil god born from the bottom of the abyss, or the son of the evil god disguised as a human.
Immediately afterwards, Viscount Lori's face changed drastically, and he fired a suicidal shot at himself, which saved Char a lot of effort.
"He has mastered a certain ability to temporarily improve his luck through transactions..."
"But, I still lost."
Beside the gambling table, the spectator dressed in a white robe like a priest, "Forest Ranger" Soros, looked at Char and spoke in a voice that sounded like a chant.
At the distance he was standing, he would undoubtedly be affected by the splattered blood and flesh of Viscount Lori, but Soros's white robe was still clean.
At the moment when the flesh and blood were about to touch him, a soft white light rose up silently, blocking out all filth.
Soros looked at Char, his eyes still calm.
"It's not an illusion—"
"What you used just now is a power similar to his, which can directly interfere with fate."
"Moreover, the degree to which you interfere with fate is far deeper and more direct than Lori simply improving his own luck."
Xia stood up nonchalantly and turned away from the gambling table: "Maybe, who knows."
In his mind, a line of blue characters slowly emerged.
[Your limited-time super skill experience card: "Izanagi" has now expired]
"Izanagi"
This is the ability that Char used with this experience card to allow Gin to adapt in advance.
It is possible to turn things that happen within a period of time that are unfavorable to oneself into illusions, and only choose factors that are favorable to oneself to become reality.
Although in theory it still falls under the category of illusion or eye technique, according to Char's understanding, "Izanagi" is actually involved in the field of time.
It is a skill that can truly change your destiny.
The moment he turned the cylinder just now, Char activated "Izanami", rewriting the timeline where he was shot, which occupied the vast majority, and turning it into nothingness.
Only the very few possible developments of Lori being shot were retained and then materialized into reality.
Of course, the time-related or destiny-related skills, which are so outrageous that they can even be described as the method of reloading and SL, naturally have their limitations.
If it follows the original setting, the price would be permanent blindness of one eye after use. In other words, a normal person can only use "Izanami" twice in his life, after all, he only has two eyes.
After being modified by Char on Gin, with the improvement of his proficiency, the cost of releasing the skill should not be as outrageous as permanent blindness, but the side effects will definitely not be small.
Fortunately, it was a temporary trial card, which directly avoided the side effects. Otherwise, Char would not have used this ability that could be used as a trump card to deal with the little Viscount Lori in front of him.
Char and Soros passed by each other without stopping.
He was not surprised that the other party had roughly guessed his abilities.
After all, it is a six-ring and has a big name like "audience". It would be too much of a loser if there is really no recognizable name for it.
But you can just watch it, and at most you can guess the general scope of interfering with fate. As for the specific details, let him guess slowly.
“You’re funny.”
"You are one of the very few exceptions I have ever seen in my life as an audience."
The calm voice of the middle-aged priest sounded behind Char.
"Perhaps, we will meet again one day."
“And that day may not be too far away.”
"Okay, stop telling riddles. I already have enough riddlers around me. I don't need one more."
Xia waved his hand casually and walked down from the top floor of the City That Never Sleeps, not taking Soros' words seriously.
He has seen a lot of such charlatans these days. They tell mysterious riddles but refuse to reveal the answers. They just let the listeners fill in the blanks on their own. When they connect them with real things, they can in turn verify the mystery of the riddle teller.
Therefore, Char's style of maintaining this kind of riddle has always been to leave it alone.
You can tell me any riddle you want, and I will pretend nothing happened. Anyway, Char will never make meaningless guesses or waste his energy on such things.
…
Char's figure appeared in the casino on the lower floor.
With the appearance of Char, the casino, which was originally noisy and even chaotic, became silent.
Everyone looked at the mysterious man with half a mask in front of them with silence and even awe.
In the corner of the casino, the blonde girl stood up at some point and followed Char silently.
"Now, do you know why His Highness chose him to be the boss?"
A faint smile appeared on Diris's lips. She spoke to Nightingale and Dark Crow beside her, and followed Char's footsteps with brisk steps.
Nightingale nodded and followed with the same ghostly movements of an assassin.
However, before leaving, she looked at her sister with some surprise.
I only saw Dark Crow still sitting on the chair in the corner, and it took a long time for him to stand up shyly.
The pair of slender thighs were slightly clamped together, and the white fingers kept pulling the hem of the skirt down, as if trying to cover something.
And on Dark Crow's originally pale face, a faint blush appeared at some point.
"Sister, what's wrong with you?"
Nightingale looked at her sister, whose face was slightly flushed, and her words were filled with confusion.
But then, her question was interrupted by Dark Crow's forced serious voice.
"No, nothing."
"By the way, I'm going to go to the bathroom first. Tell the leader I'll be there shortly."
…
The group shuttled through the huge casino, and the onlookers all tactfully made way for them.
A moment later, Char stopped at the edge of the casino, in front of a metal wall.
Char reached out his hand and knocked a few times on the metal wall that seemed to have no gaps.
The next moment, with the operation of the mechanism, the seemingly tight metal wall quietly opened, revealing a secret door inside.
Behind the secret door is a downward passage that leads directly to the underground.
"My dear guest, although you have won the bet, this area is a work area and outsiders are not allowed to enter."
A hurried voice rang in Char's ears.
He was a strong man in uniform, exuding a powerful aura.
He is the second in command of the Sinful Thorns and is from the Borgia family.
Although he is nominally Viscount Lori's deputy, in fact, he is also the Borgia family's monitor of Lori, the white glove. His fighting ability is much stronger than Lori, a pure gambler.
Therefore, although he was also surprised by Lori's defeat and suicide, when he saw Char's behavior, he still hurried forward to stop him.
Hidden in that secret passage are the most shameful secrets of this city that never sleeps.
If it were really exposed without any preparation, even the Borgia family would suffer a big shock.
The burly man suddenly came to Xia's side and stretched out his hand to stop him. Although his words were polite, his actions were ruthless and even murderous.
The other party would go straight for the secret door and the secrets under the city that never sleeps. There is no doubt that they are the enemies of the Borgia family.
In the city that never sleeps, it doesn't matter even if he kills someone directly. He has too many channels to deal with the troubles after killing someone.
But, the next moment.
The dignified aura, accompanied by the scorching silver light, suddenly flashed in front of the sturdy man.
boom--
The shining silver spear suddenly knocked the sturdy man dozens of meters away and stopped only after smashing into a wall.
cough--
He suddenly coughed up blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, then he suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Char and his group who were unmoved in the distance.
"Who are you? How dare you attack directly in the property of a noble?"
The sturdy man cried out in horror.
He was dealing with other things before and was not very clear about the specific process of the gambling. He rushed to the scene only after Lori's death.
He originally thought that the other party was just a crazy gambler, and Lori was caught off guard and fell into trouble, but now it seems that the other party is obviously not a gambler at all.
Instead, from the very beginning, they targeted this city that never sleeps, and even the Borgia family behind it.
"Don't spread rumors. This place was indeed once Viscount Lori's property."
"But now Viscount Lori is dead. He committed suicide because he was willing to accept the loss of the bet. He did not leave any gift or transfer agreement before his death."
"So, the current Sin Thorn Club is a no-man's land."
"According to the imperial law, as law enforcement agencies, they have the right to search unowned properties."
"During this period, anyone who interferes with the law enforcement process or endangers the personal safety of law enforcement officers will have unlimited right to self-defense."
Char's calm voice sounded.
He thought about it and pinned a shield on his chest.
Looking at the silver-white spear emblem with the world tree and silver sword patterns intertwined, the sturdy man's pupils suddenly contracted.
As a confidant of the Borgia family sent to monitor Lori, he certainly knew what the shield represented.
That was the dark cloud that once hung over the heads of every noble family with their own little thoughts.
Therefore, from then on, any slight disturbance in this organization would trigger a thunder-like attack from the great nobles, simply because the shadow it left on them was too deep, and even though that name had disappeared for hundreds of years, they still could not let it go.
"Of course, the above are all meaningless clichés. In reality..."
"The so-called sword bearer - kill first and report later, the imperial power has granted this privilege."
"If you don't agree, you can go and report me to Her Royal Highness the Princess."
The sturdy man opened his mouth and wanted to say something.
But the next moment, the spear light that broke through the air wiped out his body and consciousness.
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