718, Month of the Trek, Kingdom of Luther, Domaine of Vittil, Herrulando. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's not unusual to rain at night this season, sinking into the dark town, the roads are wet and muddy with rain, and the caped adventurers listen to the rhythmic sound of the rain and pour into the tavern - they walk into the warm tavern with a warm atmosphere with a clammy current.

At this time, adventurers like to drink and play cards in the tavern - every day, every year, while talking about topics that interest them.

"Hey! Elliot! What kind of luck are you! "One of the tables was the most lively—they were playing cards, and there were two parts in a deck, one part was outside the terrain card, and the other part was more than thirty cards with classes and points made up of characters from the "Divine Word" - adventurers generally did not bother to play the part with terrain cards that was popular among the nobles, but simply compared the value of the card.

This is a game of absolute luck for most adventurers, as they have to compete in three plus points, with the person closest to 15 points winning, and the person who exceeds or is farther away loses.

The adventurer, Elliot, had already won six.

"Of course, it was the luck that Elletia gave me to celebrate my escape!" Elliott looks a little skinny, with a round face, and looks like some kind of animal.

"Oh, really?" The adventurer who played with him knocked on the table, very unwilling, perfunctory to his words.

"I'm telling you, it's Winchett's tomb! The famous Winchet? Legrande's Tomb! I've got complete proof! Elliott leaned down, took the beer from the maid, and flipped the first card, the rough face of which was drawn with the number 13.

"Haha, 13! You're going to be finished soon! The adventurer said that he had turned out the 5-point Saint Sibu, a very safe number, "and that kind of clue makes you so ugly?" If you want me to say, you didn't look much better than the refugees who came from Lezelt a year ago! ”

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Elliott's face, but he quickly calmed down, waved his hand, and pulled a 2-point Servant from the card: "Are Lezelt's refugees the same as me?" Oh no! ”

Elliott is now 15 points, and the third time he theoretically draws anything he will exceed 15 points - he seems to have lost.

"Hahahaha, I've won this one!" The adventurer then said excitedly, this time he also touched out a 2-point divine servant, "Don't always think about those Winchett's tombs - the momentum of the Holy See has been very strong recently, and in the past three years, the starlight has been overturned by them!" They haven't stopped yet! ”

"What's the use of Starlight being around for so long? Not to give way to the Holy See? The onlookers were also holding up their wines, and they could tell that they were very drunk, their faces were flushed, and their eyes were wandering.

"Isn't Fresson as good as Susa?!"

"Who knows! It was a great victory for the Holy See, and they were so angry that they even collected prayer fees! ”

The adventurer sitting across from Elliot was in no mood to care, staring at Elliott's next card, his face perhaps flushed from the drink, the excitement, or the excitement of the moment.

Elliott, however, was preoccupied with their noisy discussion, and did not uncover the card that had been placed on the table, and poked his finger at the table to stop the adventurer from trying to flop him: "Don't tell me, I've heard differently - Fresson wasn't in Starlight at all, and the Holy See people attacked him while he was away. ”

"But where did Fresson go? He's been a year without a human eye! ”

"Who knows, this is the best time to find Winchett's grave, right? Ha ha. ”

"That place is just a legend! Inexistent! ”

Elliott raised his hand to get the drink, and the adventurer opposite him couldn't help but feel that it was a good time to reach out and help him uncover the cards.

"Hey, don't be like I'm kidding, I've really been to Vogus," Elliott slapped his hand down and slammed it into the adventurer's hand, who withdrew his hand and blew the back of his hand in pain, thinking that Elliot did it on purpose - but Elliot seemed to be so focused on discussing it with them that he didn't notice the episode at all, "There's a tall beast's head made of sinful silver, and a statue of the Brave!" ”

They had heard Elliot say these things many times—they had been callousing their ears for a long time, but no matter what kind of response they encountered, the little man was happy to do it.

"Well, it's like you said!" The adventurer on the other side sighed heavily.

"Hah! Friend, you finally believe what I say! It's definitely something not to be missed! Elliott finally turned his attention back to him.

"Yes, yes, but before we get to see how my first win went?!"

Elliott's face suddenly darkened, how could he think that these people would believe his words? But this kind of face disappeared in a flash—if he could really be taken seriously by this group of people, it would be a fantasy! So he was not polite: "You are the one who loses!" ”

The adventurer was trying to contradict Elliott - because no matter what card Elliott was dealt, three attempts would inevitably be more than Elliott's first two 15s.

But there's another situation - when Elliott turns the card over, the adventurer's face turns pale - it's an all-black card - Sinful Darkness, which has a value of -1.

It's one of those very special cards, and Elliot has undoubtedly won again compared to the adventurer's third card, Sibu, which is clearly a game that can be called dramatic.

"Oh! Damn it! Although the adventurer was in pain, the people around him were amazed, and they sighed at such an interesting picture.

"Give me the money! It's really not fun to play with you! Elliott was so devastated by these men that he was not happy even though he had won seven games, so he shouted unceremoniously at the adventurer.

"Okay, okay, damn it, what kind of luck are you!" So many people looked at him and couldn't afford to pay his bills, so he counted a few silver coins from his purse and gave them to Elliot, who grabbed them and walked away without looking back.

He didn't care what those people said.

"Your theft skills are good, and you deserve to be from the Arberg family." He was walking along the edge of the hall of the edge tavern, when suddenly he heard a rather cold voice in the midst of the cacophony - looking up vigilantly, he saw a man in a cloak sitting in a relatively quiet corner.

The man looked even thinner than himself, barely able to attract the attention of others under a wide cloak.

"What are you talking about?" Elliott narrowed his eyes, hoping she was talking nonsense—yes, he could hear it as a girl's voice.

"I mean, although you are discussing Winchett's tomb with them, you are actually secretly changing the cards, but your attachment to Winchett's tomb I think we can talk about it," the girl stood up and slowly unveiled her cloak, revealing a pair of blue-purple eyes, "Since they don't want to hear you talk about Winchett's tomb, then I'll listen to you." ”