Slender fingers and delicate joints – these are the hands of Hunter Heinrich that look like a bard.

At this time, the hands were excitedly rubbing the mountains of chips in front of him—he had roughly estimated in his heart that Rael would win at least six hundred or more pieces this time. In other words, he was the only winner before the table in the hour that had just passed.

The old mercenary suddenly reached out and grabbed his sleeve - Hunter Heinrich was wearing a shabby gray gown coat that looked like an abstract painting, and it was hard to see the true color of the original painting, and the countless stains and spots were stacked on top of each other, not much better than a rag in the tavern.

Hunter turned his head, the old mercenary's hand was so strong that he already felt a faint pain in his wrist - but because of the situation in the casino, Hunt was not worried, he saw several burly men walking towards him.

It was also towards the old mercenary.

The old guy was suspecting him of cheating, and put that suspicion into action - the old mercenary was a complete face in the casinos of Silverleaf, and Hunter Heinrich was often active in the casinos, and was never caught red-handed for trickery or trickery.

Without evidence, nothing can be done—

The movement of the oval table quickly attracted the attention of everyone in the casino, including the businessman from Xhosa and another guest at the previous table, and even some of the ongoing gambling games had been temporarily stopped, and dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at the place, as if waiting for a good show to begin.

Hunt tried to shake his arms, but the wrists under the sleeves of his gown did not move in the old mercenary's hands, and the rough, wrinkled hands were like a sturdy iron tongs, making him unable to move at all.

He looked up into the old fellow's eyes—his gaze was calm, not at all like a gambler who had just lost a lot.

"Sir, are you suspecting me of deceit? Sorry, I really don't. It's just that I'm lucky enough to win all the time, it's providential, and the goddess of fate, Elubea, may suddenly fall in love with me......"

"Mr. Heinrich."

The old mercenary shouted, his voice cold, as cold as ice in a cold cellar—and Hunter Heinrich was stunned when he saw the stranger suddenly call out his name, and speak in a tone like old acquaintance.

At this time, the burly men in the casino had already surrounded them.

They are the guards here, and usually, they are responsible for calming the guests who are making trouble here. In fact, their jobs are easy, as most people who come here know that the casino is owned by Mr. Rawls.

And the tax officer, Mr. Cole, also has a lot of shares here.

No one dared to make a fuss here, not even the mercenaries who were accustomed to flying and domineering - the police office in Silver Leaf Town was on the opposite street, and the soldiers from those police offices would rush over with just one hello.

It seems that the old mercenary doesn't know these things at all - "there are no fathers and sons in the casino", and there is never anything like respecting the old and loving the young, the men stood in front of the old mercenary, and one of the men in a black leather vest frowned and asked:

"Did something happen? Mr. ”

As is customary in casinos, if a customer catches a swindler, they will unceremoniously cut off one of the guy's palms - but Hunt Heinrich is an exception in the small town of Silverleaf, where the locals rarely sit at the same table as him, and his wins are always taken for granted, and the unsuspecting outsiders often suffer big losses at his hands.

"I'm looking for something for him."

The old mercenary still didn't let go of the hand that was on Hunter's sleeve, and he looked around at the stout men around him—his body was thin, like a dead tree that had lost its nourishment, and all of them were more powerful than him.

"Really?"

The "black vest" suddenly sneered, forcibly taking away guests in the casino, it was not in accordance with the proper rules - Hunter Heinrich's excellent gambling skills should not have been welcomed by the casino, but he was very sensible, and every time he won money, he always forgot to give some benefits to these brothers who watched the game.

These benefits are often a lot of heavy rael.

Hunter understands the truth of "eating alone, not fatning" - this happened again today, and the people in the casino have decided to take shelter in him. He gave up his previous struggles and words, turned his head and began to look silently at the chips on the long table.

"My lord is looking for you, 'Grey Vulture', Mr. Heinrich."

The old mercenary didn't seem to care about the man next to him, and he continued to Hunter.

"Huh? Grey vultures? When did I get this name, is it because I have meat to eat every day? ”

Hunter looked surprised and said in an exaggerated tone with a facial expression, and the casino guests burst into laughter when they heard this, and some of them raised their fingers and whistled.

"Sir, please don't interfere with the normal operation of the casino, otherwise you will be in big trouble."

The "black vests" gave a warning.

"How much trouble?"

The old mercenary raised his head, and without backing down from his words, his eyes suddenly opened - the "black vest" seemed to feel that the air around him suddenly became cold, which may be an illusion, but the real feeling was suddenly breeding in his heart.

Strong! Very strong!

The "black vest" has the strength of the first rank, but in front of this old mercenary, it is like a lamb of a tiger, he can't help but take a step back, but his mouth still does not show cowardice.

"Notify the sheriff's office."

He shouted to his companion beside him.

"Don't-"

Hunter hurriedly shouted, his wrist still tightly clasped in the old mercenary's hand, but his whole body was like a nimble snake, and he somehow stood up smoothly.

"Okay, I'll go with you right away when I exchange my chips."

The show came to an abrupt end, and the casino guests couldn't help but look disappointed - after a few brief discussions, the tables returned to their previous lively atmosphere.

……

Count Lambert looked at the disheveled, unconscious beautiful girl, and he felt that the anger in his heart had finally eased - this was a basement in the manor, and a row of bronze lamps hung on the walls, and a little incense was added to the burning oil, but the air that poured into his nostrils at this time was unexpectedly cloudy and complicated.

Shackles, leather whips, twine the thickness of little fingers...... When the Count's gaze was taken away from the objects, he turned and walked out with heavy steps.

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Make up for it, and pay off the debt. o(∩_∩)o