"Can Trist lose a bet if he doesn't release water?"

Jeno was stunned for a moment, and looked up at the man at the end of the long boat, who was dressed in a noble robe: Freljord mink, hand-sewn leather, Bilgewater design style, covering his fat body tightly.

Each finger wore a blood gold ring, each worth as much as Trist's custom-made Sea Dragon Leather Boots, even though the shoes had been urgently disposed of by him.

Wearing a small black top hat with a red ribbon on his head, and the exotic scent of green smoke from the clay pipe in his mouth, he used a pure gold cane carved into the appearance of the King of the River to lean his chin, squeezing his already conspicuous double chin into the shape of a persimmon, and his eyes narrowed into a slit, as if he was too fat to open his eyes.

Suddenly, Jeno saw a gleam in his eyes, and then he said in a thick voice that matched his figure:

"Ready for a showdown? Trist. ”

Trist kept rubbing his fingertips, his eyes fixed on his cards, as if he was engaged in a fierce battle of thoughts, ignoring the words of the other party.

"Trist loses again." Graves said suddenly.

"Why?" Jeno felt that he couldn't make any assertions until everything was showdown. Moreover, he didn't sense the magic fluctuations at the table at all.

"I've dealt with all kinds of people, and I know best what it's like to be cornered, and Trist is no exception, and every time I see his impatient look, I know he's about to be unlucky."

Graves spat out a smoke ring as he glanced at the crowd around him. As always, there is a group of guys who love to take advantage of it, hoping that the winner will reward them generously.

Graves, on the other hand, would only reward them with bullets, and he scared the crowd away with a gesture of raising his gun to make the surroundings appear less crowded.

In order to verify Graves' words, Jeno was ready to wait and see, and he also wanted to see what means the fat merchant used to win money from Trist.

"Hurry up, Trist, do you want to play this deck for next year's Eclipse Night?"

The fat merchant began to urge Trist.

Suddenly, Jeno felt the smell of spoiled milk in his mouth, and his eyes fell on the table, just as Trist began to draw a spiral trail on the back of his cards with his tattooed fingers.

Jeno had already looked at Trist's cards, and he was basically a winning deck, but he still chose to use magic to replace the cards, which made sure that nothing went wrong but also revealed the fact that he had become extremely unconfident.

"Your expression tells me that you know you've lost."

Seeing that Trist didn't have a showdown for half a day, the other party waited impatiently, knocked on the table with his cane, chattering and shouting, disturbing Trist's mentality.

At the same time, Trist's small movements suddenly stopped, beads of sweat the size of beans suddenly dripped from his forehead, and the sour taste in Jeno's mouth gradually disappeared.

"What's the situation? What interrupted the magic? ”

"Sir, just now, you were immune to an emotional disturbance." Hex's voice popped up in Jeno's head.

Jeno reacted quickly, and it was the sound that made his eyes on the fat merchant's golden cane that interrupted Trist's magic and affected Trist's mental state.

The carving of the River King on his cane also made him realize that he might have stumbled upon a big one.

Jeno knew that many tavern stories would mention a demon who lived in the water, and that he was the most gambling and never satisfied. As a result, this talkative guy became a symbol of the many gambling dens and crime places in the city.

The King of the River carving appears very frequently in casinos, and it is impossible to conclude that anyone with the same carving will be killed with a stick, so Jeno needs more means to confirm the true identity of the fat merchant.

"Hex, help me scan the fat man's body composition, and see if I can read his thoughts."

A slight tremor in his chest told Jeno that the Hexcore was running at high speed, and the results of the analysis would come in a few moments.

"The subject's body is mostly composed of energy and seawater, some of the components are indistinguishable, and attempts to read thoughts are ineffective, and he has no biological brain."

"It does sound like a magical creature, so it can't be fat, right?" Jeno asked.

"I'm 100% sure that it's not fat, don't look at him so fat, but he doesn't have any fat in his body at all."

"I think I know what it is."

After it was revealed that the fat merchant was actually the incarnation of the King of the River, it was not difficult to guess the unknown ingredients in his body.

Tamkenzi, the king of the rivers, is a notorious demon, and demons are made up of negative emotions and runic energy that overflows the heavens and the earth, and if Zach is here, he can clearly recognize these unknown ingredients as the emotions called greed.

It turned out that the opponent was Old Tam, a senior in the gambling circle who had lived for hundreds of years more than Triste, and when Trist first entered the industry, the other party had become a legend in the circle, and his gambling skills were naturally top-notch, so it was no wonder that Trist was frequently deflated in its hands.

Don't lose unjustly!

But now that Trist's bet is to return Jeno's money, he naturally has to start thinking of ways not to lose the money in vain.

"I don't know if I'm up to Tam's appetite...... But I do know of one person who is quite to Tam's liking. ”

Feeling Jeno's malicious greedy gaze, Sivir, who was fascinated by the gambling game, couldn't help but shudder, and then glared back with slanted eyes.

"Sivir, Sivir!" Jeno came over shamelessly: "Do you want to go down and play two?" ”

Jeno knew that Tamm could know what others wanted most, but he didn't know if he could read minds, so in order to avoid being exposed directly, he was ready to instigate Sivir to help him achieve his goals without knowing it.

"Trist has lost so badly, and you still let me go down, isn't this giving money?"

Sivir felt that something was wrong and did not agree immediately.

She knew how good Trist was at gambling, and if she gambled with someone who couldn't even win Trist's betting, she would definitely give it for nothing.

"Just play two games to entertain how much money you can lose, and I'll make up the capital for you when I go back to Piltover."

"That's fine......"

Sivir thought about it for a moment, but couldn't find a reason to refuse Jeno.

To be honest, she had long seen that her hands were itchy.

Seeing money does not mean that it is a dime, on the contrary, Sivir understands that money is for spending, and what she likes most is not the feeling of watching her wealth slowly grow, but the pursuit of experiencing the thrill of making a lot of money in a certain moment.

"Is this the card you want?"

The deep voice came again, and as the opponent showed the card he wanted the most, Trist knew that the defeat was irretrievable, and completely gave up the struggle.