As the wooden doors closed, the tavern fell silent again.

"Say, what's behind that door, and how are these people so secret?" said Eth, leaning over the table and lowering her voice.

"No, I don't feel like a good place. Elena said, glancing at the door.

"Smack!" Felder snapped his fingers. The bearded bartender trotted over, smiling all over his face: "Honorable knight, is there anything I can do for you?"

Felder was very impressed by the exaggerated attitude of the figure-of-eight beard, and he leaned back in the chair with his legs crossed, pointed to the wooden door, and said, "What is that place?"

"A place where people can get rich overnight. Bazihu blinked, and his tone became mysterious: "I call it the land of dreams, it is a Casali specialty, and guests who come to Wolf Ears will try it." ”

"Casino?" Vane frowned.

"Little brother, it's fine if you have to, but I prefer to call it the Land of Dreams. A smile erupted into his face.

The land of dreams, I'm afraid it's the land of losing dreams. Felder thought of Derich, in the slums, and unconsciously touched his money bag.

Seeing that a few people were hesitant, Bazihu threw out a tempting condition and said: "You are the first time to come to Wolf Ears, then the entrance fee will be waived this time, and you will be given two gold coins equivalent chips, do you want to go in and try your luck?"

"Go, why not?" said Felder stood up with an excited face, rubbing his palms in a hurry.

Mustache seemed to be prepared, handing Felder two stacks of red chips, each stack of ten, with the silver number "10" printed on them.

"But the ladies are not allowed to enter. ”

"Hmph, we didn't think about going. Elena turned her head.

"Elena, Eth, you rest here for a while, and we'll be back soon!" Felder said as he walked towards the wooden door.

"By the way, I forgot to say that weapons can't be brought in. ”

"Smack!" Felder took off the broad scabbard and slapped it on the table, muttering, "Where are there so many rules?" Vane hesitated, but placed the staff next to Felder's broadsword.

What happened to Derich made Vane even more disgusted with casinos, but the temptation of the unknown was hard to resist. You shouldn't have a problem playing with the bonus chips, and you might as well check out the casinos in Casali. With this in mind, Vane followed Felder into the wooden door.

And after the three entered, Bazihu returned to the bartender and tapped the empty barrel a few times.

Descending the narrow wooden staircase, the entire space is illuminated by wall lamps, and the noise becomes louder. After descending two flights of stairs in a row, an underground casino of no small size appeared in front of the two of them.

The size of the casino is no smaller than that of a first-floor tavern, with seven or eight large and small square tables. Almost every table was surrounded by people, and the air was not only hot but also filthy. And there seems to be another reason for the filth, the air is filled with smoke and mixed with a faint scent of wisteria flowers.

Vane and the others came to a table with the fewest onlookers, and there was already a pile of scattered chips in the middle of the table. A fat, shirtless man stood at the table and threw the dice with a little force. He propped his hands on the edge of the table, looking nervous, sweat dripping from his bronzed skin.

"Alas, what a bad luck, and I didn't hit again!" the fat man slapped the table, and the chips and dice on the whole table were shaken a few times.

It seems that they are playing a common game of Beseca's dice throwing, where both sides agree on a number of points before the start, and both sides take turns throwing the dice, and whoever throws the first three agreed points wins. In the process, either side can raise chips once, but the amount cannot exceed the original chips.

The young man across from him smiled, leaned back in his chair, touched a small ponytail tied up, picked up a pair of dice and threw them. The dice rolled on the table a few times before stopping, one five, one six.

"I thought I would have to do it a few more times, but I didn't expect to win. The young man said in a slightly regretful tone, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise. He leaned out and grabbed the chips in the middle with both hands.

"Come again!" the fat man's face turned red, and he pushed the remaining two red chips and a stack of white chips in front of him to the middle.

The young man didn't speak, but took out three red chips and threw them in the middle.

A few minutes later, the god of luck was once again on the young man's side. The fat man's desperate bet did not succeed, but instead put all the chips in.

The fat man turned around in frustration to leave, when the young man's lazy voice came: "Is this a towel? I thought you would borrow some more money." ”

The fat man stiffened, gritted his teeth, and walked towards the door. He was in no mood to regret it at the moment, if he didn't find a way to repay the borrowed money, he wouldn't be able to save one of his hands.

The young man seemed to be in a good mood, and he took a square cardboard box from his coat pocket, opened it unhurriedly, and took out a rolled cigar from it and clamped it between his fingers.

"What, you want to play two?" the young man squinted at Vane and the others. He picked up a small metal box in his right hand, and with a slight movement of his fingers, a small flame rose from the top of the box.

"Of course, warm up and try your luck first. Felder pretended to be a veteran and sat in the fat man's seat just now, but his mood couldn't help but be excited. Chips are free, and rolling the dice doesn't require skill, just some luck...... He had already begun to fantasize about his purse bag full of gold coins.

The young man took a long puff of his cigar and then slowly exhaled a smoke ring. He put a cigar in his mouth and said, "I'm tired of rolling dice, let's play cards." With that, he took out a deck of cards and began to shuffle them skillfully.

Felder was a little apprehensive that solitaire was a game that required a certain amount of skill. But after all, you don't need your own money, at most you just lose all your chips. He played with chips in his hand and waited for the game to start.

The bet is a red chip.

Felder seemed lucky, winning twice in a row and the stakes rose from one red chip to five. He's already earned sixty silver coins.

The young man's face was a little unpleasant, and there were only two red chips left on his table, one blue chip, and a few white chips, all of which added up to no more than one gold and forty silver coins.

"Bet it all. The young man put away his languid tone, and his face became serious.

Felder shrugged and rolled out fourteen red chips.

The duel between the two attracted a lot of people, the table was tightly fenced, and several big men crowded next to Vane, who felt that he had no place to stand.

The youngster's good fortune seemed to run out, and Felder won again in the third set. The onlookers began to disperse. Felder held his chips in front of him, hummed a ditty in his mouth, and began to sort out his chips.

"Someone's out of a thousand!" the young man suddenly shouted hysterically. Before Felder could react, he was pushed down on the table by two strong men behind him.