"Good luck then. The mustachioed man touched the brim of his wide-brimmed hat with one hand, and bowed slightly, "You're going to need luck on your side." ”

"So let's get started. Muhati nodded to the dealer. It wasn't a gamble for him, it was just a test of the results of psionic training.

The dealer started to play the cards, and after Muhadi looked at his hole cards, he shook his head and threw the cards back to the dealer. It's the same with the next home...... After everyone has made a decision, it is the turn of the mustachioed man to make the decision.

"I raised. The mustachioed man disliked the corner of the hole card, glanced at it quickly, and then pressed it with one hand. The other hand throws a few gold coins on the table.

Everyone then folded, and everyone was afraid of the mustachioed man's raise. For a moment, Muhathir thought the fat man sitting in his upper hand was trying to call because he moved his hand a few points towards his money bag. But he glanced at the mustache a few times in fear, and still chose to give up. Now, there is only one last person left undecided - Muhadi.

He covers his hole cards with his right hand and gently picks up a corner of the card with the little thumb of his left hand to make sure that no one but himself sees the hole cards.

"There's no reason why I shouldn't follow. The boy motioned to the dealer, "There's no reason why you'll be scared off the first time, right?"

The dealer holds the whole stack of cards in his right hand, and after tapping twice on the table with his left hand to make sure that everyone will not change the decision, three community cards are played.

Flowers 3, Red Hearts 7, Black Hearts Witch Queen.

Muhadi noticed that the bearded man was expressionless, and his face was completely poker, as if the three community cards that came down did not exist at all. His eyes did not change, his pupils did not dilate, his breathing rate was the same as usual, and his hand was firmly on his hole cards.

A tricky opponent, the boy admitted, he didn't show as much professionalism as he appeared when he was watching from the sidelines.

Muhadi analyzed his opponent and nodded to the table, "Pleading." ”

Now it was the mustachioed man's turn to decide, he looked at Muhadi, then at Aisha who was standing beside him, and was silent for three breaths. "I raised, twenty gold coins. ”

"I'm with you. Muhati made a decision without showing weakness.

The next community card was a Crystal 3, and Muhathir went on to check. The mustache stared at the card for a long time, as if to see through it, but he finally chose to sit quietly and did not raise.

The last card came down, and it was the Blackheart Witch King.

The mustachioed man stared at the public cards on the table, gently stroking his hole cards, as if stroking his lover. Finally, he declared, "I'm all down." Then he threw his whole money bag on the table, bulging bag.

Muhadi nervously analyzed his opponent, who had hidden his emotions in the previous rounds, and couldn't tell if he was bluffing to try to scare him off, or if he was really arrogant. The mustache hides himself very deeply, without revealing any clues at all. For the first time, the boy wondered if he had lost his eyes before, and he didn't play cards with the others at such a high level.

"What's the matter, friend, what about your decision?" asked the mustache.

Muhati looked at Aisha beside him, just as she was looking down at him, and their eyes collided in the air. She read Muhadi's meaning: "I will read his heart with spiritual energy." ”

"No, you can't!" she gestured with her eyes, "Lyra said you haven't mastered that advanced skill yet. You're going to burn your brains out!"

The human mind is very, very complex in its structure, and it generates hundreds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, all the time. The vast majority do not leave any traces in their memories, so the average person is not aware of them at all.

But the psychic warlock is aware of this fact, and in addition to the usual method of analyzing the human psyche through guò external changes, they do have a set of techniques for penetrating the soul directly. But this is very dangerous and can only be mastered by a true Great Psychic Warlock, and a light attempt is likely to drive you crazy.

Lyra had previously introduced Muhadi and Muhadi to the beginner technique of using psionic reading, the so-called projective mind-reading method, but it was strictly forbidden for them to try it before they came into contact with higher-level psionic powers.

Muhati was unwilling to lose the gamble, and he had already bet more than twenty gold coins, almost half of his entire fortune. If he backs down, he loses those bets, and he doesn't even know who is higher and who is lower between himself and his opponent's hole cards.

If he calls, he has to bet every penny of gold on him, and if he loses, he loses everything.

So ignoring Lyra's ban, the boy showed his psionic powers for the first time to peek into the heart of another person.

The mustachioed man waited with a smile, as if he didn't mind the teenager's procrastination.

Suddenly, a deafening roar rang out in Muhadi's head. The mustachioed man's mind didn't have any thoughts, no feelings, just a banging of music.

The rhythm of this music is very strong and unforgettable. It had no head or tail, looping through the mustachioed man's mind endlessly, and he couldn't read anything else.

"What's wrong, my psychic friend?" the mustachioed man spoke, "scared by my anti-mind reading skills?"

"You recognize us!" Aisha couldn't believe it.

"Of course," snorted the mustache, "you psychic warlocks have a problem, which is arrogance and no one in sight. Didn't your master teach you that if you want to hide your identity, you have to put away the superior expression on your face, as if you are in control?"

This...... Muhati didn't expect that he would be recognized early in the morning, "What are you talking about the anti-mind reading technique?"

"That's the song. The music in the mustache's head is getting louder and louder, and Muhathir is really contagious now, and after listening to it, his mind can't help but circulate. "Don't you know that music is magical?" he mocked Muhadi.

The pesky opponent went on to explain. "This music...... It was created by Lord Akis. He was a master of psychic abilities himself, and as a nobleman, his musical prowess was unmatched. ”

"This piece of music, as long as you think about it, it's easy to loop. He laughed, "I'm not like you psychic sorcerers, who are specially trained to empty your mind when necessary, leaving it blank. All we ordinary people can do is suppress other thoughts with one thought, and you can't read our inner voice, you can only hear the roaring noise, can you!"

"You don't think we even have the basic means to do this!" the mustachioed man's face changed to a mockery, "You know, what we overthrew in the revolution before can be a real tyrant who has lived for thousands of years, can use magic to detect the thoughts of others, and even foresee the actions of the enemy!"

It turned out that he was one of the former revolutionaries in Tyre, and Muhadi realized that he hated that he had been negligent. He had the instincts of a warrior, not necessarily an adventurer or a caravan guard, but a former gladiator. The gladiators of Tyre were one of the main forces participating in the revolution, as he had known for a long time. But I didn't think about it deeply, these revolutionaries must have a way to fight against all kinds of mind-reading and prophecy spells, otherwise the revolution should be strangled by the Witch King before it was born.

It seems that Councilor Ekis really has a hand, and he actually came up with this unbelievable method himself, so that ordinary people can also fight against mind reading. But now I'm miserable.

"I'm with you. Muhadi finally decided to try to gamble on his luck.

He opened his hole cards, which were Crystal 4 and Crystal 5.

"You're waiting for a straight, or a flush......," the mustache teased, "so you're losing!"

He also opened his hole cards, 1o flowers, 9 hearts.

The mustachioed man singles 1o big and wins.

At the end of the first set, Muhati lost all his gold.

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This method is actually in Best's "The Man Who Was Destroyed", in which the protagonist conceals the method of killing people from a mind reader. The solution is also in this book, and readers who have read it may have guessed it.

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