Many drinkers gathered around a table, watching something quietly and attentively, without any of the noise from before. Although other drinkers did not stand by and watch, their eyes always drifted towards the table from time to time, and it was obvious that they were also paying attention to something.
Geralt was curious and wanted to go forward to see what was going on.
Suddenly, the onlookers exclaimed, and a deep voice first laughed, then sighed and said, "What a wonderful duel, Mr. Wayne."
"I spent a lot of money to put together a deck of cards, but it lost to your ordinary cards that you can find anywhere."
"For me, this is a meaningful competition. It taught me to be humble and cautious and not to look down on anyone."
"You win these three hundred orens."
Hearing this conversation, Geralt roughly guessed what happened.
Sure enough, when the drinkers around were marveling at this lavish bet, he walked a few steps closer to the table and saw Wayne sitting opposite a fat businessman with a smile on his face and a humble tone:
"Thank you for your bet, Mr. Revardon. You are an honest businessman, which is a virtue that deserves praise."
"However, according to the rules of the Gwent game, as the winner, I should be able to draw a card from your deck as my reward, right?"
“Will you follow this tradition?”
Upon hearing this request, Revarden twitched his lips in pain. As a businessman who came here from the southern kingdom of Nilfgaard, he understood the importance of the spirit of contract and would not ruin his reputation because of a trivial matter.
Then he forced a smile and said loudly:
"Of course, I won't play tricks on this matter, Mr. Wayne. Doing things sincerely is my principle."
Then, as he spoke, he piled his Gwent cards into a pile, handed them to Wayne, and motioned for him to draw a card at random.
Wayne was not polite either. He casually pulled out the special hero card that he had been eyeing for a long time, then looked at Revarden with a painful expression and praised him:
"Your character is admirable, Mr. Revardon."
"It's still early, why don't we enjoy dinner together and play a few games after dinner, how about that?"
The corner of Revarden's mouth twitched. In the previous game, he had already witnessed Wayne's Gwent skills and luck. He felt that he could not continue to gamble with him before he had enough confidence. As a businessman, he could not do a business that was bound to lose money.
The fat businessman shook his head in pretended distress and said half-truthfully:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne."
"In two days, I will be transporting a large batch of goods to Vizima City. Tomorrow will be very busy. Please allow me to leave now. I must stay alert and prepare for tomorrow's work."
Wayne nodded with regret. He knew it was just an excuse, but he didn't force Revarden.
He took out a dozen of the three hundred Orens he had won, threw them into the hands of the bartender, and then shouted loudly to the drinkers around him:
"I'm very lucky today. I'm very happy."
"I'm going to buy everyone in the pub a drink and share my luck."
"But you don't need to thank me. Instead, you should thank the generous Mr. Revarden."
Hearing that someone was offering free drinks, everyone howled with excitement. Some experienced people who knew how to create an atmosphere immediately offered words of praise, loudly praising Revarden and Wayne, which eased the fat businessman's stiff expression a little.
Wayne looked at the sky and found that it was still early. The sun had not even set yet. In the bet with Revarden just now, it was a best-of-three game. Even with his luck and skills, he lost one game. It was indeed difficult to win.
However, his proficiency in Gwent at five points also made him very happy. There were still many people in the tavern who could play Gwent. In his eyes, these people were all walking experience points who could help him improve the level of Gwent, so how could he let them go.
"Tonight, any friend who can play Gwent can pay an oren as the registration fee and play a game with me."
"The winner can take 100 Orens directly, and everyone has three chances until they win all 300 Orens."
"Of course, the loser will follow the rules and I will take away a Gwent card as a trophy."
He glanced at the people around him who were watching the fun and looking for trouble, and said in a tone that added fuel to the fire:
"You can tell everyone in the floating port about this. I will probably stay here for two days. This game will remain in effect until I leave the floating port."
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In the bank of Temeria, one oren could be exchanged for one hundred copper coins, and it only took a dozen copper coins to buy a family's daily bread.
The temptation of three hundred orens directly attracted everyone in the town who knew how to play Gwent.
As the news released by Wayne continued to spread, people who came to watch the fun or those who wanted to make a small fortune by coining an oren all gathered in this largest tavern.
When the mayor in charge of the floating harbor heard the news, he immediately wanted to end the gambling, but after seeing the enthusiasm of the participants with his own eyes.
He looked at the instigator angrily, but finally gave up this tough measure that might easily cause riots. Instead, he chose to transfer a dozen soldiers from the barracks to maintain order in the tavern.
The atmosphere in the pub was very lively. There was a constant stream of challengers and the onlookers were also very enthusiastic. Before they knew it, the game had lasted for four hours.
Geralt stood beside Wayne with a serious face, holding his steel sword and scabbard in his arms, glancing at some people in the crowd from time to time.
With his white hair, tall stature and sharp eyes, Geralt exudes an aura that makes him look like someone who is not to be trifled with.
He watched Wayne defeat the challengers one after another, and watched the increasingly lively atmosphere among the crowd, as well as the increasing number of Oren gold coins on the table. He couldn't help but whisper to Wayne, "Wayne, you're too high-profile today. You've won so much money, and it will definitely attract some people's attention."
"We'd better be careful and not capsize in the ditch."
Hearing this, Wayne looked up at Geralt. He knew that White Wolf's words were very pertinent. As the saying goes, wealth should not be displayed in public. If this huge sum of money was put in the eyes of everyone, it would definitely attract the malice of some people with bad intentions.
However, in just four hours, he defeated more than forty Gwent players, his Gwent level had risen from level two to level three, and his luck value had increased a little.
Such a rapid improvement made him unable to stop, and this sudden big gamble also made Wayne see a good way to quickly improve his Gwent card level. How could he give up so easily?
He nodded to Geralt soothingly, then checked the time, it was almost midnight.
So, Wayne stood up and said to the crowd around him and other contestants who wanted to participate: "Everyone, it's too late today."
“I am also very moved by everyone’s enthusiasm.”
As he spoke, he casually pushed out seventy or eighty Orens from the coins on the table and said to a team leader and the tavern owner who had been standing by:
"Thank you all for your enthusiasm. Since you think so highly of me, I will be a generous host as well."
"Tonight, everyone present can dine here as much as they want. Beer and barbecue are unlimited, and the cost will be deducted from this money."
"After lunch tomorrow, when everyone has rested and recovered, we will continue our gambling."
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