As soon as Ron sat down, he suddenly felt that he was being watched.
The source of their gaze was the suspicious man who was running the betting operation.
The man appeared quite young, and his movements had a very aristocratic air…
The man bowed respectfully to Ron, a gesture befitting a nobleman.
Good heavens! (｀?д?′), could this person already be a nobleman in another tribe?
Ron had a bad feeling. The fact that he was being watched by suspicious people as soon as he arrived meant that these suspicious people had investigated him!
I really don't want to be famous... especially not on the enemy's side. Oh well! It's a good thing, at least I know one thing: the forces in the shadows have already taken notice of me.
The surrounding gamblers didn't take it seriously; Ron was like a nobleman, and it was only natural for the bookmaker to bow to a nobleman.
There were quite a few women in the casino, most of whom were wealthy ladies. What was going on with them?
Damn, I really can't agree with these local customs.
The group of women, mostly wealthy ladies, also paid close attention to the dealer with considerable appreciation...
Historical records show that most demons are born nobles, and in terms of aristocratic bearing, they are even more superior to succubi.
Ron's suspicions deepened because of the subtle changes in the seemingly unrelated women...
Meanwhile, the dealer was also keeping an eye on Ron and his group. When he saw the masked Rita, the dealer frowned.
It seems that divine beings and demonic beings despise each other!
Seeing such subtle signs, Ron was basically certain.
Meanwhile, the other side was also speculating about Ron and his group's strength.
Oh no, this guy probably wants to leave...
Ron immediately sat down in the guest seat and shouted, "What's wrong with your casino? Aren't you going to start yet?"
The bookmaker, who was hesitant about whether to leave temporarily, had to face Ron.
The man who ran the casino looked grim: "Who are you, sir? What brings you here?"
Whispering: My lord, you are the Pope. Would someone like you really gamble?
Ron, of course, understood what he meant, and replied, "Since you know me, you think you can leave without properly entertaining me? No way! Let's get started quickly and stop wasting time."
The subtext couldn't be clearer: if you're not treated well, don't expect to leave safely.
Meanwhile, as the man observed for a longer period of time, his sense of disgust intensified.
"Really... 'Demon language'," he cursed inwardly for a while. The man in charge of the gambling also found out that the person next to the Pope was no ordinary person.
The feeling of disgust was too strong, was it from a bishop-level woman?
For priests, nuns, and the like, the enemy has different levels, mainly to differentiate the strength of divine magic among figures in the material world.
Pastor, Archpriest, Vice-Bishop, Bishop, Pope!
Priests also have strength certifications ranging from level one to ten. Grand Priests correspond to the Master level and are referred to as extraordinary beings in some dimensions.
The vice-bishop is a senior and experienced master priest, while bishops are mostly legendary!
In the ancient religious kingdom, there was once a pope-level figure corresponding to the demigod rank. The word "god" in demigod's name indicates that they are mostly legends.
The Pope is also another name for the Pope. In some powerful dimensions, the Pope's power is a symbol of strength.
Legendary Popes often possess unparalleled power under divine protection, and the enemy, through repeated experience, has a basis for understanding the Pope level.
Unable to discern Rita's strength and with a general understanding that he was no match for her, the male dealer relaxed completely.
If there is no chance of escaping it, then it's better to go along with the young pope's wishes.
"Please..." the dealer said, gesturing with his hand, and began dealing the cards, now appearing quite professional.
Upon receiving the invitation, Ron immediately began placing bets.
As for the stakes, let's test the waters with a high-grade magic crystal.
It turned out to be a card game, and Ron was eager to know the current win/loss pattern.
After several rounds, Ron lost quite a few high-level magic crystals. He also realized that this was just blackjack.
The point ratio is high, that's a familiar method indeed!
The card-based gambling method sparked Ron's suspicions; it was one of the games Ron played with Yuna when he was a child...
While gambling, Ron glanced at another table, a table playing Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game)...
The entertainment I used to have as a child suddenly appeared here.
With a hint of curiosity, Ron asked casually, "These cards are interesting. Are they found anywhere else besides here?"
The dealer explained the reason, but his expression seemed somewhat strange: "Isn't this from the Sandy Territory of the adults?"
"How could that be? Sandy Territory doesn't have that."
"I don't know, that's what the Tulip Restaurant said..."
Looking back, it was because of the magic potion feast that the Tulip Restaurant and others took notice of Sandy Territory.
Legend has it that the young lord possessed extraordinary talent... he was practically unlike anyone else in this world, and later, he became the Pope of two religions.
Lord Sandy is attracting more and more attention. The gods won't randomly choose a pope; Lord Sandy must be a key figure.
If the young pope could jeopardize the overall situation, sacrifices might be necessary...
According to intelligence reports, the mainland exchange competition is not worth mentioning. There are countless geniuses in the multiverse, but how many legends can be considered extraordinary?
Those without obvious legendary potential are not worth paying attention to.
If Ron were to achieve the Transcendent Master rank through spatial attributes like Micah Morris, he would actually attract more attention and be considered a top-tier genius.
Ron was keeping an eye on the bookmaker, and the bookmaker was also assessing Ron. They were beginning to wonder what Ron's value was to the Gods' faction.
Ron remained unmoved.
I played quite a few rounds, but lost more than I won.
Every time Ron lost, the bookmakers would chime in triumphantly, which, sure enough, drew frequent glances from the women in the wealthy neighborhood.
When Ron lost a lot, the bookmaker, as usual, seemingly sincerely advised, "Sir, you're having a bad day. Why not come back tomorrow?"
See, the balance is just right!
The aristocratic housekeeper naturally wanted Ron to leave, but Ron's goal had not yet been achieved!
Ron pretended to be determined: "No way, whatever, it's today. Dare we find a place to go all out?"
When we arrived, we saw that there were too many private rooms, so we requested VIP service, which was perfectly reasonable.
Helpless, the dealer glanced at Rita again, and was about to agree when suddenly, a woman at the other table stood up.
The woman arrogantly shouted, "Royal flush, double over, all-in! Come on, give me the chips!"
This scene explains why there are so many noblewomen here; thankfully, Ron didn't play mahjong with Yuna back then.
In her early years, Yuna had personally gambled a few times to promote her business, thus establishing a foundation for wealthy women to frequent such high-end venues.
Sure enough, it was easier to earn magic crystals from women. Men were more often at the Adventurers' Guild at this time, and there were many scarred adventurers like Ron.
Just as Ron was slightly surprised, his bookmaker spoke up directly: "Master, you've won! Congratulations, Master..."
It turned out that the shop owner was playing cards with the ladies over there.
That shouldn't be the case! Why is Rita only focusing on obvious bookmakers?
One is out in the open, while the other remains hidden among ordinary people—that's quite a clever tactic.
If the other party was able to deceive Rita for a period of time, they likely possess a rare magical artifact, or perhaps they are exceptionally powerful.
This is a bit beyond my expectations.
Good, now Rita's new divine magic has a suitable test subject.
The other party seemed to have their own plans as well, but it was unclear whether they knew it would be difficult to leave or were absolutely confident of their departure.
The shop owner was dressed like a wealthy lady, and from a distance, one could tell she was an alluring woman, which reminded Ron of Fanny.
A group like born aristocrats…
Hehe... I'm pretty sure it's one more person.
The woman politely bowed to her table before leaving, saying, "Sisters, something came up at the shop. Let's have a good time next time."
"What?! Miss Nancy, you'd better hurry!"
"That's right, store manager, just ignore that kid and keep going."
"..."
"Sisters, we really can't ignore this! We'll have to do it next time, I'm sorry!" The mature woman named Nancy bowed once again.
The woman, who appeared to come from a long and prestigious family, walked gracefully towards Ron, giving him the feeling of meeting Tebbisa again.
She can be as alluring as Fanny, and as noble as Tessa.
Miss Nancy, that's quite a clever tactic.
As expected, the male gamblers in the casino followed Miss Nancy's every move...
Oh no, just in case someone who's almost certain is the enemy is using unsuspecting people.
Ron gave Uncle Arno a look.
Suddenly, Uncle Arno stabbed the ground hard with his sword.
puff!
The ground cracked.
The level of a master-level expert's strike.
A master-level guard, a scion of a noble family—not someone to be trifled with…
Immediately, the male guests who were about to get jealous fell silent.
Strength is the means to intimidate the entire audience, and the scene was momentarily bizarre!
Silence fell, and no one dared to speak out against their anger. Ron had truly become a spoiled rich kid who caused trouble... and now the floorboards were cracked.
The store manager, Ms. Nancy, seemed indifferent.
Soon, only the sound of a woman's footsteps could be heard. As she approached, she bowed and said, "Honored guest, this way please."
“Okay, let’s continue today…” Ron said with a hearty laugh, perfectly matching his current look, giving a flawless performance.
It wasn't until the two groups entered the VIP rooms at the back that speculation began to spread throughout the casino.
"Who was that kid from before?"
"Which noble's son is out having fun?"
"..."
VIP room.
Once inside the soundproof magic circle, VIPs and ordinary guests felt as if they were in two different worlds.
Ron didn't care what the people outside were saying. Once here, Ron stopped mentioning the card game and took his seat in the main seat, turning to face the two people in front of him.
Originally, Ron was supposed to be seated at the dealer's table, while Miss Nancy and a male subordinate were at the other end of the table.
Ron rested his hand on his forehead, looking languid yet utterly confident. ∠( ? 」∠)＿
The more things are like this, the more time I can spend chatting and get to know them better...
Ron spoke first, his tone unconcerned: "You two must be demons, right?"
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