Song of Blood and Wine

It is night, in the city of Alexandria, a somewhat remote underground tavern.

"Light God is on! Half price for drinks tonight!" The chubby tavern Boss yelled at the customers in the tavern, and carried a large barrel of ale hidden in the deepest part of the warehouse. Coming over, when the wine barrel hit the ground, the wine in the barrel and the meat on the Boss's belly trembled three times.

"Okay! Drink!"

In response to the sound of the barrel falling, it was the passionate sizzling roar of the Old Drunkards in the tavern!

Tavern Boss The discounts spurred the atmosphere of the entire tavern. For a while, everyone was praising the arrival of Michael Archangel.

Of course, their praise is not because of the great vision of the beautiful future of the Parada Empire. The praise of these Old Drunkards is just for the pleasure of spending one cup of money to exchange for two cups tonight. That's it.

With meat and wine, the next thing is entertainment. In this slightly narrow and gloomy underground tavern, apart from the pervert who brought the girl over and started to slap after a drink, the gambling area in the center of the tavern was the busiest.

Some dim kerosene lamps illuminate the greasy square table. In the center of the table are scattered piles of cards that have been dealt. A group of veterans in the tavern, clutching ale glasses, surrounded the gamblers at the square table, staring at Heaven and Earth in the square table without blinking, for fear of missing a detail.

In the table, the gambler uses cards to decide the outcome; outside the table, the spectators take the gambler's win or loss to bet. For a time, the body odor secreted by the sweat glands and the smell of ale scattered everywhere are interspersed and mixed, making people nauseous and intoxicating.

Since it is a game, there is a win or lose!

"Sorry to A, I'm sorry!"

"Straight, all-in!"

"Four articles, big you!"

"Straight flush, take all, haha!"

……

The three people who lost money all hated their luck, and two of them were Begin to stir stretched out his hand to the short blade at his waist, but accidentally caught the bartender's ferocious eyes from the corner of his eyes, and could only admit that, despite the mistake of betting behind his back, the drunks who had lost miserably scolded.

The only person who won the money was the incompetence of the loser who hugged him, took away all the losers' chips, and swayed away with his arms around the slender waist of the flower girls.

And the flower girls smelled the good Gold Coin from the hands of gamblers, thinking about the tips that would fall into their pockets on the 2nd day in the morning, they couldn't help being a little wet.

"Hey, what about you, young man, why don't you take a gamble?"

The bartender with scars on his arm stands behind the bar, holding a dry cloth Wiping the ale glass, while talking to the only one on the counter seat who was wearing a black cloak and drinking alcohol alone.

Although the black cloak on the guest's body is covered with traces of wear and tear over time, the scarlet fluff on the cloak neckline still speaks silently about the extraordinaryness of this cloak.

This Old Antique-like cloak should have surrounded the people of Old Antique, but its owner has a young face, only silver hair color and long untreated scum It brings some vicissitudes of life to this face, and dilutes the sense of contradiction brought by one old and one young.

This silver-haired young man is George. He left the city hall very early, in sharp contrast with Michael Archangel, who is gorge oneself in the city hall tonight, or Rex and the others sitting next to Michael.

"The gambler's card, Rank 2 treasure, can change the style of the card arbitrarily. It is called the "gambler's lucky charm". This kind of obvious cheating is actually a bait for stupid people. This kind of person is not a loser. It’s stupid."

Sitting at the bar, George, as early as at first, saw through the real ability of the gambler who won money, although he didn’t know the kind of arrogant weak chicken. How to get this rare Rank 2 treasure, but since this kind of Rank 2 treasure, which should be used to pray for the luck of the army, is used for gambling and you shamelessly win the night, you have to be prepared to be targeted. .

After all, the person who lost all the money is not completely devoid of everything. At least, they still have the short blade hidden around their waist, do they?