"Smack."

Accompanied by the sound of the trigger hitting the primer of the bullet, the sharp and piercing gunfire was not heard. Nervousness filled the quiet air, and the hearts of the others finally fell, and it seemed that Garion's luck was good enough, and the first shot was just an empty bullet.

"Now it's your turn, Lord Gautier."

Garion smiled and handed the revolver to the other party.

Gautier's hands trembled as he took the pistol, and he slowly aimed the muzzle of the gun at his temple. He took a few deep breaths and tried to calm himself down.

He squinted, only to see Garion look at him as a coward, mocking himself silently. This arrogant look made him angrier than any verbal humiliation.

"Damn it."

He clenched his left hand into a fist and, as if using all his strength, pulled the trigger.

At that moment, he even felt his heart pause for a second.

"Smack."

There was another empty sound, and Gautier, whose hands were trembling, slowly lowered the gun, and Baudelaire's hanging heart also fell, and he kept wiping his already wet palms, trying to calm himself down. But it was too difficult for him. The life and death of both are on the line, and there can only be one winner.

"Hahaha, I survived, I didn't die."

Bolst frowned, thinking about how to cover the duel tomorrow, it was a duel with no winners, and whoever survived would be saddled with the pressure of public opinion.

Bolst watched as Garian put the muzzle of his gun to his head and said to himself, "Hmm...... Two shots have already been fired, and now there is a quarter of the probability left. Good luck to Mr. Galion. ”

Baudelaire was dissatisfied with Bolster's words, and said, "I hope both of you will survive, Mr. Bolster, you ...... what you said."

As they spoke, Garion pulled the trigger without hesitation, but instead of the gunfire that Gautier had expected, this time the Grim Reaper's turntable turned in front of him.

Garion shoved the revolver into Gautier's hand and asked, "Now there's only a one-third chance left, Lord Gautier." Do you want to keep playing? Maybe the next time you will be killed by a bullet. ”

"Play, of course, keep going! I've already gambled on reputation, how could I back down. ”

Gautier shouted frantically, like a mad gambler with red eyes, pressing all the glory on the trigger of his left index finger. Cold sweat slowly fell down his cheeks, leaving a few wet spots on the table.

From an unknown poet to a literati with a monopoly on the literary world, if Gautier loses, he will become a laughing stock in the mouths of the public.

"I, how could I lose, I couldn't lose."

Gautier slammed the trigger and gambled everything on the moment. I thought I would get a bullet out of my head, but nothing happened.

"Saved, saved."

Gautier shouted in ecstasy, and he yelled at Garion, "Hahahahaha, with a 1 in 20 probability, I don't believe you won't get shot, die, bastard, die." ”

Gary turned a deaf ear to Gautier's insults. He picked up the revolver and said with a smile, "But Mr. Gautier, don't be too complacent." ”

Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

There was no bloody scene as Gautier had expected, and the young man in front of him lowered his gun with a calm demeanor, and the smile of his opponent gradually solidified on his face.

The five shots fired before were all empty, which means that the last shot must have been bulleted.

Garian put the pistol back in Gautier's hand, and spoke softly to the grim-faced poet in front of him.

Not the sickness of being infected with tuberculosis, but the deep fear of realizing that death is coming.

"You don't need me to explain, do you? Now that you're 100% on the odds, maybe God won't be able to save you this time.

"Don't play, I'm ...... I don't play anymore. ”

Gautier's sanity crumbled in an instant, and he dropped his pistol and screamed frantically, trying to get up and leave the land of right and wrong. However, Garion grabbed his left hand, snatched the revolver from the other's hand, and aimed it at his head.

Everyone was stunned by Garion's actions, only to see him aim his gun at Gautier's eyebrows, and said word by word, "The last game, there is a beginning and an end, don't play tricks." ”

"Ah!! I don't want to die!! ”

"Let go of me!! Let me go!!! ”

The hideous-faced Gautier screamed frantically in desperation, trying to break free of Garion's hand, but his right hand was immobilized as if it were chained.

The index finger was putting pressure on the trigger, and the moment he pulled the trigger, Gautier subconsciously closed his eyes. Wait for the death sentence to come.

Everyone turned their heads away at that moment, not daring to look directly at the bloody scene. However, they only heard the sound of the firing pin, but not the explosion of gunpowder in the bullet.

Bolst looked at the two people present in surprise, one was indifferent, and the other was trembling.

Gautier slowly opened his eyes, and he saw that Zola was still holding his gun up, but the bullets were not coming out of the muzzle. He sat down on the ground, looking at Garion in front of him with palpitations, his heart full of happiness for the rest of his life.

Baudelaire and Borst looked at the scene in front of them in surprise, only Zola looked calm, as if he had expected the ending.

Gautier grabbed his throbbing chest and asked hesitantly, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"Let me uncover the mystery for you."

Putting the revolver back on the table, Garion stood up and said to Gautier in a playful tone, "Because I replaced the bullet, surprised, surprised?" ”

"What? You mean this duel...... No one will die at all? ”

"Yes."

Garion opened the pistol safety and withdrew the bullet that had been tampered with. Placed in front of Gautier, "I have tampered with this bullet, and the gunpowder in the copper case has been emphasized, but His Excellency Gautier was really out of shape just now, shouting and screaming." I don't know what everyone will think of you from now on when you are reported by reporters? ”

"Bastard, you count me!"

Gautier stood up suddenly, trying to grab Garrian's collar, and scolded angrily regardless of his manners, "How dare you calculate me! ”

"Well, since Your Excellency Gautier thinks I'm calculating you, why don't you have another game of Russian turntable?"

Garion broke free of his hand, sat down again, took out a brass bullet from the box again, and said with a serious expression, "This time, I'll use a real bullet." ”

"The kind that really kills people."