The Legend of Fatality

Now only Blint is left, the youngest and poorest of this group of partners. Yesar only let him join because of a rumor that it is said that this graduated from the Spellcaster Academy and won his badge, although he never showed it to everyone. But this man is the most promising one in the newly formed Confederate Army. After all, he has no backers except the Fatalin Association.

Lieutenant Blint licked his lips, his expression suddenly became solemn, with a trace of desperation, as if to say: ‘I am neither young nor poor. I can afford it. I am as important as each of you. ’

He brought a lot of money today, perhaps a newly-issued allowance-his living expenses for the next two or three months. Yesar intends to win the money and then splurge on women and wine. Perhaps he should be brought with him, thinking of this, he tried hard to keep himself from laughing out loud. Laugh best until the end. Blint leaned back in his chair and fell into thought. It took him a while to make a decision, and Yesar picked up his pipe from the table.

He lit the pipe on the dedicated lamp and spit the uneven smoke ring between the fir branches. It's a pity that his smoking skills are difficult to compare with brand skills. Too many smoke rings look like a tan of steam.

To tell the truth, he doesn't really like smoking, smoking makes him sick, but it is fashionable and extravagant. It is said that Lord Antaratm likes smoking very much. He even opened a tobacco shop in Fatalin City. In order to please him, many people went there specifically to buy tobacco, and let this thing slowly become a fashionable thing.

Moreover, if you miss fashion just because you do n’t like it, then it ’s stupid. In addition, the last time he visited relatives in the capital, his father bought him a beautiful ivory pipe, which was cool in his mouth. Needless to say, his brothers must have been stern about this.

Yesar really hoped that his father could move to Fatalin. Although his father had a mansion here, that was all, and it was so deserted that he would not even want to go back and live.

However, considering that his father thought he was already a noble, he should live in his own manor, which he can understand. Although his father still had to take care of the business occasionally, this led him to often go to Fatalin City or to Tatuga Port, and it took more time to live in the manor.

"I follow." Blint said.

Yesar moved his leg from the bench: "I follow, there are at least one hundred silver coins here." He pushed all his coins down to the center of the table. West sucked in a breath through his teeth. A coin fell from the top of the money pile, fell to the edge of the money pile, rolled on the wooden table, and then dropped to the tabletop with the unique sound of the coins falling. On the lawn, the gardener's head raised instinctively with the sound, and then continued to trim the turf.

Like a burnt finger in the hand, Yutock inserted the card into the pile of cards randomly and shook his head: "It's a pity for this hand, I'm such an idiot." He looked sorry, leaning back on the rough brown snow On the fir tree.

Yesar stared directly at Lieutenant Blint, smiling with a smile on his face. "He's bluffing," Aaron Horn said roughly, "Don't be fooled, Blint."

"Don't follow, Lieutenant." Major West persuaded, but Yesar knew he would follow, because he was going to show a posture that he could afford to lose. Sure enough, Blint didn't hesitate and pushed all the coins out with careless gestures.

"One hundred silver coins, almost." Brinte tried his best to make his voice look sophisticated in front of the senior officers, but his voice had a charming hysterical tone.

"Enough is enough," Yesar said, "We are all friends here, playing among friends. What brand do you have, lieutenant?"

Yesar laughed inwardly, this matter was not even given to him by anyone, but by himself. As a person who does not need to worry about money at all, after winning the money of these people, spend the money on them again, they will thank you Dade instead. Of course, if you are not acting like an injustice, you can even spend more on them. In this way, when they really reach the battlefield, these people will try their best to protect themselves.

"I have three of the same." He showed everyone the cards in his hand, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Yesar deliberately made the atmosphere more tense. He wrinkled his face, shrugged, raised his eyebrows, and scratched his head thoughtfully. He saw Blint's expression constantly changing: hope, despair, hope, despair. Finally, Yesar finally spread the cards on the table. "Ha, look, another straight."

Blint's expression is as rich as a picture. West sighed and shook his head. Aaron Horn frowned. "I really thought he was bluffing," he said.

"How did he do it?" Yutok asked, flicking a scattered coin on the table.

Yesar shrugged: "Playing this with someone, not with cards." He began to scoop silver coins into his pockets, making a jingling sound-but only Yesar sounded pleasant, and Blint watched, Clenched his teeth, his face pale. A silver coin fell off the table and fell next to Blint's boots. "Don't you pick it up for me, Lieutenant?" Yesar asked with a honey-like smile.

Brinte stood up and bumped into the table. The coins and wine glasses were shocked, and there was a loud clatter. "I still have something to do." He said in a dumb throat, slamming the latter into the tree trunk when he squeezed his shoulders, and then strode toward the yard, disappearing into the officer's barracks without looking up.

"Did you see it?" Yesar looked at Blint, and his anger rose a little, "It hit me like that, really **** uncultivated! I am his superior! I must write him in the report!" When we arrived at the report, there was immediate opposition. "Forget it, he just can't afford to lose!"

Yesar would certainly not write him into the report, the ghost knew if he was the eyeliner arranged by Lord Dean, even after that he would privately take him to have fun, but now he ca n’t show too much. Attitude. Moreover, this **** did hit him.

Aaron Horn frowned seriously and said, "You shouldn't win him so hard. He's not rich. He can't lose anymore."

"Don't play if you can't afford to lose!" Jessal snapped angrily, UU reading www. uukanshu.com "Also, which guy told him I was bluffing? It's best to close your mouth!"

Jesal immediately regretted his words. His temper and mouth were much faster than his brain. These people were his friends, his colleagues and his men. They will not care about these for the sake of his family's face and related interests, but why? But the words had already been said, and he did not intend to flinch from it, at most to see if there were any steps down.

"He just came," West said, "Just want to integrate here. Didn't you also come from a novice?"

"Who are you, my dad?" Yesar clearly remembered the painful experience when he first came and couldn't help but feel a little angry and angry.

Yutok waved his hand: "I borrow him some money, don't worry."

"He won't take it." Aaron Horn said.

"Oh, it's his business if you don't accept it." Yutock closed his eyes and looked up at the sun. "It's hot. The winter has really passed. It must be noon now."

"Damn it!" Yesar shouted and picked up things quickly. The gardener paused the pruning and looked around. "Can't you remind me, West?"

"Who am I, are you dad?" Major West asked. Yutock snickered humorously.

"Late again," Aaron Horn said with his cheeks bulging, "Will Lord Master Weapon be happy!"

Yesar grabbed the weapon used by the sword and ran across the lawn. Major West followed slowly.

"Hurry up!" Yesar shouted.

"I will follow you, Captain." He said, "I will follow you."