With copper in his pocket, which could only buy three beers, Roy walked into a casino called "Golden Dice". Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Loy, who had long been blessed with "secondary gambler intuition", walked to the table with the most people and bet on his entire net worth: "I bet big." ”

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After an hour, fifteen coppers, which could only buy three beers, had become three shiny silver Grosso coins, and his wealth had increased twentyfold.

Seeing that the dealer's face had become a little impatient, and that the two meaty casino thugs were glancing at him from time to time, Roy was ready to take it as soon as he saw it—the spell duration was just over anyway.

Although with the weapons on his body, he has no problem slaughtering the dock area alone, but if it is not necessary, it is better not to cause trouble.

Leaving the casino, Loy picked another casino called "Big Winner".

After another twenty minutes, when Roy walked out of the "big winners", he already had seven Grosso coins in his pocket.

Wandering around the different casinos, the whole day goes by quickly.

As a level 5 mage, Roy now has a total of 50 mana. The Three-Ring spell costs 8 mana. He ran out of mana, cast a total of six "Gambler's Instincts", and won 30 Grosso Silver.

The main customer is a low-end casino with poor sailors, and the amount of bets is limited, so Roy can't expect to make a lot of money in a single gamble.

Having scraped together enough money to buy a Gwent deck, Roy accepted it when he saw it.

"Let's try our luck tomorrow in Uptown. There are more wealthy people there. ”

Roy straightened his collar and left the docklands at night.

With money in his pocket, Roy chose a good hotel to stay in, and the cheap accommodations were all in the-filled downtown area, and Roy would never return there.

The next morning he went to the tailor's shop and bought a more decent set of clothes for three silver coins. Then I found a GWINT store in Uptown.

Because of the popularity of the Gwent brand, this kind of store specializing in selling and buying Gwent cards is not uncommon in big cities.

Gwent cards are also divided into rarity levels, and the more advanced cards are not only more powerful, but also have rare crafting materials and contain magical powers.

However, Loy only had enough money in his pocket to buy the most common starter deck.

The boss saw at a glance that Roy was a newcomer to the Quint world, so he enthusiastically explained the rules to him. With Roy's intellectual attributes, after listening to it only once, he completely memorized the rules.

"Sir, if you want to try the water, you can go to the 'Soul Player' tavern across the street. It's the largest gathering of GWENT players in all of Bordeaux, and there's something for all skill levels, making it perfect for beginners like you. ”

"Thank you, boss."

"No, I don't. If you want to buy a new GWENT card in the future, don't forget me! ”

After leaving the GWENT store and spelling himself, Roy followed his boss's instructions and walked through the streets, carefully guarding his newly purchased clothes from being splashed with the sewage on the road.

Pushing open the door of the "Soul Player" tavern, a wave of heat mixed with the smell of alcohol suddenly hit the face.

However, compared to the hustle and bustle of other taverns, this tavern is rarely quiet, except for the "click" sound of the Gwent card on the table.

"Sir, do you play cards, or drink, or drink while you play?" A plump hostess answered.

"Bring me a glass of mead." Roy said.

He doesn't plan to play cards right away, but is going to observe and look for opponents first.

"Curse all the French ****!"

A rude expletive voice shattered the silence of the tavern.

In the corner of the tavern, a strong man with a Scottish accent and a goatee dropped the Gwent card in his hand, raised his glass and poured beer into his stomach with a curse.

The people who played against him saw that the strong man was getting more and more irritable because he had lost too much, and immediately grabbed his Gwent cards and bets and slipped away.

The strong man who put down the wine glass saw that his opponent suddenly disappeared, and suddenly roared angrily, and the anger in his heart accumulated more and more under the influence of alcohol.

He looked around and felt that everyone in the tavern was laughing at him.

Suddenly, the strong man locked his gaze on Roy's body.

"Strange face, it's the first time I've come to the tavern, and I'm still an Oriental......" The more the strong man thought about it, the more angry he became, "Even a skinny monkey from the East is laughing at me, damn it, damn it!" ”

The strong man, who had lost his mind, immediately grabbed the wine glass in his hand and threw it at Roy.

No one in the tavern expected such a scene, and everyone's eyes followed the trajectory of the wine glasses to Roy, and several hostesses screamed in surprise.

You must know that the large wine glass thrown by the strong man has a capacity of two liters, and the material is thick pine wood, and there are two iron rings on the outside. If you get hit in the head by this thing, you will definitely have to break your head and bleed.

Who knew that the new young man from the East just tilted his head slightly, and then flashed the attack of the wine glass.

Everyone was in an uproar, and several mercenaries and knights immediately saw that this young man from the East was very good.

Roy didn't expect that he would be able to drink a glass of mead and meet with no reason. He put down his glass, straightened his clothes, and walked over to the strong man.

This calm and unhurried attitude immediately frightened the other party. The strong man raised his fist as if he were facing a great enemy, ready for a brawl.

"Don't use force either, or you will attract the Earlguard, and everyone will be in trouble." The tavern owner hurriedly persuaded. Especially when I saw Roy put his hand in his trouser pocket, he was afraid that he would take out a dagger if he didn't agree with him.

If there is blood, the tavern's business will be greatly affected.

"Come on! Oriental Skinny Monkey! I'm not afraid of you! The strong man then roared.

"You're not afraid of me?" Roy smiled slightly, and to everyone's surprise, he took out a handful of Gwent cards from his trouser pocket, "If you're not afraid of me, then let's have a game of Gwent cards......"

An hour later, Roy saw the big man leave the tavern with his pockets empty and his head down.

Roy had noticed the strong man from the time he entered the tavern. He inquired from the bartender that this strong man was a butcher in Bordeaux, who ran two butcher shops and had a lot of money. And he also has two characteristics that are very common to the butcher profession: alcoholism and short temper.

This kind of guy who has a lot of money in his pocket, and is desperate when his temper comes up, is simply the fattest lamb to the slaughter.

Feeling in his pocket for the 23 silver coins he had won from the butcher, Roy was satisfied.

After that, several more people sent invitations to Roy to play cards. Roy gladly accepted it all, and in the end he won more and lost less, and his fortune increased by 31 silver coins.

It's just that the butcher's big fat sheep is hard to find. Players with more sober minds won't mess with Roy, who looks like a rookie but has a lot of luck, after losing a game or two.

Roy spent a day in the tavern, and in addition to making money playing GWENT, he also learned a lot about the state of this magical medieval world while chatting with other GWENT players.

It is now 1429, and the biggest event in all of Europe is the war between England and France, which has been going on for nearly a hundred years.

Moreover, the recent war situation has been very unfavorable for France.

Since the defeat at the Battle of Agincourt, France has been in a state of collapse and has been losing territory. Today, not only is Bordeaux, where Loy is located, occupied by the British, but most of the northern part of France has also been lost, and even the capital Paris has been lost.

And to the southeast, the Duchy of Burgundy formed an alliance with England, leaving France in a difficult position to be exposed to the enemy.

"Unexpectedly, in this magical Middle Ages, the Hundred Years' War between England and France still broke out...... I just don't know if Joan of Arc, who saved France from fire and water and turned things around, exists. Roy said in his heart.

He doesn't bother to care about these national affairs now, and the most important thing is to earn enough silver coins first.

However, after a few days at the "Soul Player" bar, Roy's reputation as a "Gwent expert" has spread. There are fewer and fewer people willing to play against him. After all, not many people are willing to give away silver coins for nothing when they know they are going to lose.

Seeing that his daily income from playing cards is getting less and less, Roy ponders another way to make a fortune.

The tavern is mostly filled with petty merchants, ordinary knights, or mercenaries who have just earned a large commission and are ready to splurge on it. These people are considered to be a small wealthy class, but they are still far less rich than the real aristocracy.

Roy was thinking about how to get in touch with the aristocracy, and an opportunity came to him.

In the evening, he left the tavern and prepared to return to the hotel to rest. While passing through an alley, I suddenly noticed someone following me.

The other party used an invisibility spell, and if it weren't for Roy keeping his "detection magic" on his body at all times and feeling the subtle magic fluctuations in the air, I am afraid he would not have noticed it at all.

Roy suddenly stopped, turned sharply, and the light flashed, and the silver pistol was already in his hand.

"Who are you and why are you following me? If you don't show up, I'm going to blow your head out!" ”

In the direction where the muzzle of the gun was pointed, a thin shadow began to coalesce, and finally showed a human form—a middle-aged man in a black robe.

"I didn't expect that the recently rising GWENT card master in Bordeaux City is actually a mage." The middle-aged man bowed to Roy, "Please forgive me for my rude stalking. I'll explain it to you. ”

He glanced at Roy's hand and said, "Can you put away this strange magic weapon first?" I don't know how it works, but I don't want to be attacked by it. ”

Roy ignored the other party: "Give you a minute to explain why you are following me." ”

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "I have no ill will towards you, I just admire your magical Gwent card technology and want to make a friend." ”

He took out a golden coat of arms with the three lions in his pocket, "In Lower Illarion, because he has a little bit of rudimentary magic, he is favored by His Majesty Henry VI to become a palace steward and serve the Plantagenet family. ”

The Plantagenets, the rulers of the Kingdom of England!