Aldrich Triss came to the bar, asked for a breakdown of prices, and asked for a vegetable salad and a stack of grilled sausages, as well as a large glass of bubbling ale.

Since the tavern tables were crowded with customers who did not want to get up and give up their seats, he pretended to be helpless and enjoyed it slowly in front of the bar, and the short sword hanging from his belt reminded those around him that it was best not to meddle.

The stale cress has long lost its attractive fragrance, and the fat stems have no crunchy texture, and some are regrettably soft. However, the sour and astringent taste of the wolf peach is still very refreshing, especially when picked in advance, and there is still a bit of emerald green peel, which makes Aldrich more satisfied. The homemade seafood sausages at the Black Cat Tavern have plenty of meat, but they may not have been cleaned up, and there are always tiny fish bones or scaly fins between the lips and teeth.

Taking a sip of the ale, he smacked his tongue, the taste was as unsurprising as ever, and according to the usual practice in taverns, a little water was inevitably added to it, and it was estimated that it was five or five kai.

No wonder there is so little foam, but this ale is a conscience of the trade, and it is much better than other people mixing it with water, and I am lucky." ’

After his not-so-sumptuous lunch, Aldrich took a sip of watered ale and took the opportunity to take in his surroundings. He saw a long platform made of three tables in a remote corner. Five sailor-like guests were playing cards, but there were as many as twenty or thirty onlookers.

With so many pairs of eyes staring, I can't do any cheating skills, and if I do, I will be quickly discovered, after all, smart people are everywhere.

Cardboard cards are always smooth on the back, and professional gamblers who want to mark them will soon be discovered by sharp-eyed people. His end is that he is stripped of all his chips, and he is punched and kicked, which is the justice of the poor, although it is somewhat ridiculous, but it guarantees the fairness of the vast majority.

Therefore, the gamblers are competing for bluffing, which is a science, and according to Aldrich's eyes, these people are professionals who are introductory to psychology.

Underqualified rookies often lose their entire fortune with a good hand, while professional gamblers can fight back even if they have a bad hand.

There is nothing new under the sun, and those who have paid tuition fees are unwilling to fight at the table, and they would rather bet on someone's win or loss in private with familiar friends and trusted partners, thus forming an external market of self-betting.

Aldridge patiently observed a few rounds, and found that there was a pattern in the flow of chips or coins on the table, and he was moved, drank the ale from the wooden cup, got up and walked slowly, squeezed to the long table inside, and took a seat in the only empty seat.

The onlookers nearby saw a fresh face, and they all thought that another rookie was on the table, and the people around them looked strange. Some people gloated and wanted to see the battlefield without gunsmoke, with yet another recruit falling, gnawed and eaten by scavenging vultures, while others were a little reluctant to persuade Aldrich to leave as soon as possible, not to fall into the empty end, but before they could act, someone forcibly stopped them.

It has been a long time since I have seen a one-sided 'slaughter', and no one has come to sacrifice their money bags on the altar, and professional gamblers who have not been able to raise their energy will soon get tired of competing with their peers and change places to forage for food.

At the end of the game early, a well-meaning professional turned his head sideways and reminded Aldrich, who did not understand the rules, that you had enough chips. Who knew that he immediately took out a fist-sized, bulging money bag from his arms, and by the way, the brand of the mercenary union was revealed, although it was bronze and a little new, it reassured everyone.

The onlookers reached a consensus from this: the rookie mercenary, who didn't know where to make a fortune, rushed over to send him to death, and later he was sure to lose the clean and slippery and fled in embarrassment.

Aldrich opened the tether that sealed the mouth of the bag, and it was full of white shiny and shiny silver dreek, and there was a sound of gasping air around him, and it was obvious that many people who had never seen so much money were frightened.

The goddess of wealth is on top, and there are more than a hundred silver coins in half a pocket, how can an adventurous mercenary get so many silver deletes, it will not be an improper way.

There was a sailor who had lost badly, his eyes were filled with the glow of silver coins, and a string of reason in his mind was burned by the flames of greed, and he could not help but reach out to the money bag lying on the table.

However, someone was faster than him, and Aldrich, who had reacted, came first, and his right hand shook like lightning, which immediately made the greedy man with a desire for profit have to put down his money bag, and then his face showed a piercing pain.

Aldrich's other hand suddenly appeared, and in a position where there was almost no gap, he smoothly caught the falling money bag, and then slowly released his right hand like an iron tong.

The poor sailor, who was stabbed by the severe pain and regained consciousness, only then regained the freedom of his body, and he found that the place where he had just been caught by the mercenary quickly turned blue-gray, and he suffered a lot of bruises in a short time.

This rookie is too terrifying, he is definitely not an ordinary bronze mercenary, maybe a high-level adventurer who hides his strength, otherwise he dares to expose his full wealth in a mixed tavern, either he is a fool who doesn't know anything, or he is a professional who is full of confidence and has extremely strong force.

Although the professional gamblers present were silent, they were a little uncertain when they saw Aldrich's indifferent appearance. They are negligent in training, and their strength is at best similar to that of second-level warriors, but they still have a little eyesight.

From the skills just revealed, he secretly assessed Aldrich's strength, probably a melee professional of about level four or five, and he was not sure if he had other hidden strengths, so they all regarded him as a dangerous person.

It's good that such a person wins, but if he loses miserably, I'm afraid he will flip the table and regret it. No one here is his opponent, and if there is no loot to be gained after this fight, then it is better not to participate at all.

However, for the sake of those silver deleks, no one was willing to get up and leave, they wanted to gamble on the character of this mercenary, after all, a person who rashly reached out and tried to snatch just now was not punished by him.

According to the unspoken rules of convention, the mercenary can definitely kill him, at least cut off his hands, and no one will be embarrassed by the offended owner. But the mercenary didn't do that, maybe he wasn't a reckless person, maybe he was afraid of the rules of the docks.

Professional gamblers never rely on luck, they trust their own vision, so none of these people want to leave, ignoring the eye-popping bag of silver.

The cards shuffled over and over again, and one of the veteran gamblers was about to split, Aldrich raised his hand to signal a timeout, "Wait a minute." ”

After everyone's eyes were focused, he explained in a slow tone: "It's not that I can't trust you, but everyone here should be athletes, and the referee can only reflect the greatest fairness by being an irrelevant person." ”

No one objected, after all, Aldrich's words were flawless, and a newcomer who had just been on the table would always have a certain amount of special rights.

The veteran gambler put down the cards, the thumb and index finger of his left hand, gently rubbed and turned the turquoise ring on the tail finger of his right hand, and was silent without speaking, and the other professionals looked at it and did not say a word.

He was a winning knight at the Black Cat Tavern table, the best of the professional gamblers, and was so easily disarmed by Aldridge in order to show that he had no problem with fair games.

"Split the card ...... another person" unwilling to be controlled by the rookie, the old gambler stood up slightly, his eyes scanned left and right, and he looked at the poor sailor who was holding his injured wrist and had palpitations, but hated the bronze mercenary very much.

Stretch out your finger and point, "You! yes, that's you! Don't look left and right, come and split the cards." ”

Intending to retreat to the second row, but was blocked by a human wall formed by the surrounding do-gooders, the sailor had no choice but to come to the designated position, "I won't split." ”

Aldrich, who had no opinion, laughed, "It's because you won't, so we can all rest assured." ”

He then took out a silver delek from his purse, "This is the splitter's reward, whether I win or lose, you can take it." Mark my words!"

Seeing the shiny silver coin, the bruise on the left wrist became blue-black, and it didn't hurt so much. The unemployed sailor, who was about to go crazy and tortured by poverty, suddenly refreshed: "I...... My name is Cook, and I used to be a deck sailor on the merchant ship Shiratori......"

There was a burst of laughter around him, no one was interested in the splitter's past, and his face flushed widely, but he still began to do his duty, albeit with some clumsiness. When the cards were reshuffled, the force was not well controlled, and there was a pop, and cardboard pieces rained down on the table.

"Don't rush, take your time. Aldridge comforted him in time that he was the only one present who treated the splitter well, which made the unhappiness in the heart of the poor sailor, who had just hated him, disappear.

The six men were first assigned a round of hidden cards, followed by an open card, which the professional gamblers carefully drew and hid in the palms of their hands to avoid being seen by those behind them. They bet on the outside of the market, often not by luck.

The only one who was indifferent was Aldrich, who didn't even look at the cards, and just pressed the money bag on it, "Don't look at the hole cards, the chips are one hundred and twenty-six silver Dele...... Well, now it's one hundred and twenty-five. ”

Damn, the first set is the difference between winning and losing. In the end, he is an expert or a rookie who doesn't know anything.

The professionals looked at each other, and the onlookers were surprised to find that there was such a means of stirring up the situation, and whispered to each other.

Luck for newbies!

The four professional gamblers gave up on the spot, and the only old guy who didn't say anything, rubbing his ring, wanted to see something on his opponent's face, but Aldrich's clear eyes and a narrow smile made him a little uncertain.

He violated the precepts of the pros and became emotional for the first time: "There is no reason to be intimidated by you in the first set, I call." ”

Empty the old gambler's pocket, and even bet on the cherished turquoise ring, barely close to Aldrich's bet. Splitter Cook quickly divided the two sides into three rounds, all of which were scattered cards of different suits, and now he can only look at the hole cards.

Aldrich removed the purse, pulled out the short knife tied to his belt, and without even touching the card, he gently picked up the front with the tip of the knife.

With the ace of spades, plus the ace of squares on the face, the veteran gambler on the opposite side doesn't even have to flop to decide the final winner.

He sat limply in the chair with the back, like a salmon sucking out his backbone, his spirit was extremely decadent, and his face was decrepit and instantly aged by more than ten years.

There are many people who bet on Aldridge off-board, all of them are based on the luck of novices, and they can't imagine that they can achieve such a big victory, except for the losers who have lost all their net worth, most of them are cheering, slapping the table and slamming the bench to celebrate.

Knight Tris retrieved the money bag, put away the opponent's bet again, and was just about to get up and leave, but the other four professionals objected, "If you win, you want to leave." "I don't want to see Aldrich leave with the loot so easily.

"Go on, right? Absolutely. ”

He pressed the winnings and his own purse strings, "Who called?" After speaking, he folded his arms and looked at the gamblers with red eyes on the left and right, waiting for their decision.

Two hundred and fifty silver dele, enough to buy a fine apartment with a balcony and garden in the city, and the gambler, who had little money to spare, flinched, and they all understood that they had met a real master, perhaps a white idiot.

The four professionals raised their hands and left the table, which meant that the game was officially over, and the people around to watch the lively good deeds not only did not disperse, but also crowded over, and the number of people increased.

Aldrich had imagined such a scene before the start of the game, and immediately took this opportunity to briefly talk about the adventure union he had established and the recruitment plan, which attracted the attention of many sailors who had been unemployed for a long time.

"Listen, folks, I'm going to hire twenty men to clean up the sewers, the mud that clogs the gutters, all the food waste, the filthy excrement, it's all part of our job. I know there's a lot of risk, goblins, kobolds, underground gnomes, they're bloodthirsty and murderous, but they also have a chance to get rich, kill these non-humans, take away their wealth, whoever kills them, I don't want a single copper. Also, the daily salary is settled, one silver coin a day, rest assured, I have enough margin. ”

He patted the money bag he was carrying, and the crisp voice made everyone present laugh.