Chapter 34 Sword Forging and Gwent Card Duel (Page 2/2)

Willis didn't believe that a Gwent novice with only an ordinary northern deck could beat him.

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At dusk, in the tavern of White Orchard.

When the female bard Priscilla walked into the hall with a brisk pace, she was surprised to find that the drinkers in the tavern were all gathered around a table, watching something with great interest.

Even the two girls, Ciri and Vanessa, were holding two papayas, digging the fruit with a spoon, and putting their two little heads together, chattering excitedly, which made her very curious.

Just as Priscilla took a few steps toward the table, there was a burst of exclamations from the crowd. Little Ciri even put down the fruit, clapped and shouted excitedly:

"Win again! Win again!"

"Frank won again!"

Hearing this, the curious poetess immediately quickened her pace, walked to the two little girls, touched the hair of the quieter Vanessa, and then looked into the crowd and asked:

"What happened, Vanessa?"

At the table surrounded by the crowd, Frank and the dwarf blacksmith Willis sat opposite each other.

The center of the table was cleared, and a pile of exquisite Gwent cards were neatly arranged in six rows. In front of the two people, there were also a large number of Oren coins. But the

difference was that Frank had a full pile of Oren in front of him, almost more than two hundred pieces.

In front of the dwarf blacksmith Venice, there were only a pitiful dozen Oren coins left, and the difference was quite obvious.

Hearing Priscilla's question, before Vanessa could answer, little Ciri rushed to say:

"Sister Priscilla, Frank is so awesome!"

"This dwarf played Gwent with Frank. It turned out that he is an old hand and has many special cards, but he lost many games to Frant."

"I'm afraid he has lost more than two hundred orens."

"With so much money, we can have many big meals here."

Children love delicious food the most. After listening to her explanation, Priscilla also found it very interesting. She couldn't help but squeeze into the crowd to see more clearly.

However, she had just taken two steps forward when she heard Frank say to the dwarf Willis across from her:

"Master Willis, why don't we just leave it at that for today? You've already lost 230 Orens."

"If we continue to fight, it will hurt our relationship."

"I don't need you to give me a discount on the deal we discussed at noon. How about 150 Orens?"

Frank was indeed kind-hearted. The dwarf Willis had great craftsmanship. Whether it was the silver crossbow arrows he had made before, or the demon hunter steel sword and silver sword he had made for him in the past two days, they were all of excellent quality.

Unfortunately, there was no human touch in the Gwent card game. Either you lose or I win.

He didn't want Willis to lose too much and hurt the relationship between the two.

Unfortunately, as a Gwent master in White Orchard, Willis had already lost his temper.

After hearing what Frank said, he picked up the wine glass beside him and drank it. He took a big sip of liquor, then stiffened his neck, blushed, and said:

"No, you can't run away after winning."

"Let's play one last round."

"The bet is 150 orens."

"If you win, you don't have to pay me, and I will give you the title of the best Gwent player in White Orchard."

Frank sighed in his heart when he heard this.

Since the other party wanted to give him a sum of money for free, he could only refuse it disrespectfully.

Just think of it as Willis working for him for free for these two days.