It's Black Card Night again, and Ron stands on the edge of the square with Lawrence and Kira.

This time, Ron was not going to participate in the black card contest in person, after all, he didn't have to play in person if he could leave it to his subordinates, especially since he had almost foreseen the boring process after participating in the contest, and he was not interested in participating.

It's also a good time to see if Lawrence is worthy of the resources he has put into training.

"I want nine black cards, not one, you know?" Ron said calmly to the two of them.

"Yes!" replied in unison. Kira knew about Ron's subjugation of Lawrence, Ron didn't tell him, Kira wouldn't ask, and no one knew what he was thinking.

As for Lawrence, he didn't know until this morning that Ron actually had the ability to predict where black cards would land.

At this point, he was in a state of extreme excitement, after all, it was his first time competing for a black card.

Ron looked at the excited Lawrence, not knowing what he was thinking in his deep pupils.

Kira is his person, and almost all the demons of the nine black towers know it, and Lawrence, in those days when he exchanged the poison beast for bloodline potion, he had been by Ron's side for a few days, and many demons had seen him, and Ron had also made it clear that Lawrence was his 'friend', but I don't know how many people he could deter from the fame he played last time.

........

Suddenly, nine purple fluorescents shone in the sky.

Ron looked up at the sky, and the Black King tried his best to calculate where the black cards would land, and only then did Ron lower his head until the black cards fell into the jungle. In front of him lay two maps of animal skin scrolls.

Ron sat six markers on the first map and threw them directly at Kira.

"It's yours!"

Kira took the map, her figure flashed, and she disappeared directly in front of Ron.

On the second map, Ron made four markers and threw them to Lawrence.

"Your!" Lawrence took the map, a little excited in his heart, and paused in place before running wildly towards the jungle.

Ten markers, one of which is duplicated, is on both of the maps. Ron made a special mark, and both of them would choose to grab the black card last, just in case. For example, Kira should have no problem capturing five black cards, and Lawrence can also capture four black cards if he goes well, but he is afraid of accidents, so Ron marked the sixth point on Kira's map, and if he gets five black cards and still has time, he will go to the sixth point to see, which is all said in advance.

And Ron, after the two of them rushed into the jungle, left the square and came to the stands of the gladiatorial arena to admire the otherworldly purple moon.

He can sense black cards, so when the two of them come back with multiple black cards, he can sense it from a long distance, and if something happens, such as being intercepted or something, he may be able to take the opportunity to harvest a wave of soul points.

..........

More than an hour later, when Kira left the jungle, she happened to see Ron standing at the edge of the square. A smile appeared on Ron's lips, and after sensing the fluctuation of the black card, he went straight to the edge of the square and waited.

Kira, there should be five black cards.

"Good work. Ron said.

"Lord Xie cares. Kira bowed slightly, and then took out the five black cards on his body, Kira didn't mention the 'third-class bloodline potion'.

Ron nodded, and took the black card directly.

"When I got to the location of the sixth black card, the black card had already been taken. Kira saw that Lawrence was not there, and knew that the other party had not yet returned, so she said.

"Hmm!" Ron responded.

For a moment, Kira was stunned, and he sensed the fluctuation of the black cards, four black cards.

Kira looked at Ron, as if waiting for Ron's orders.

Ron looked out into the jungle, a cruel smile on his lips.

"There are those who are not afraid of death!" Ron muttered in a low voice.

With that, Ron walked directly into the jungle, and as long as the black card left the jungle, the sensed function would disappear.

......

In the jungle.

"Boom!" a black afterimage swept by.

"Poof!"

"Ahh

"Run!!" a demon voice sounded.

"Whew!"

"Poof!"

"Whew!"

.......

In a matter of moments, Ron shot three spears in succession.

The next moment, Ron stepped out of the shadows, spear in hand.

Not far away, a demon who was shot had already gotten up and was about to escape.

"Whew!"

"Poof!"

Ron shot another spear, and the demons who wanted to escape were directly nailed to a big tree by him.

"Your Excellency!" Lawrence approached Ron, and Kira followed Ron.

"Wait a minute, wait until I get rid of these guys first. Ron said.

......

Moments later, the three hapless demons were disposed of by Ron. There were six demons chasing Lawrence, and three of them were fast, but Ron had already made a note of the aura of those guys.

"Your Excellency!" Lawrence handed out four black cards.

"Good job. Ron took the black card and said lightly.

...............

This time, he successfully got nine black cards, so that Ron also had a bottom in his heart, and Ron was relieved to hand over the two of them to the black card competition later.

.......

Three months later.

Last night was the third time Ron had nine black cards, and the next morning, Ron was in the Black Tower.

"Bang bang...."Ron poured twenty-seven black cards on the desk on the second floor of the Black Tower.

The dwarf who was sitting at the desk helped his glasses and looked at the black cards on the table, and after a while, the dwarf said, "Yes, it is indeed the black card of the first three months." ”

The black cards thrown each month are more or less the same, but there are subtle differences, markings and so on. It is on these differences that the dwarf devil determines the source of the black card.

"Sit down!" the dwarf said, gesturing to the chair next to Ron.

"Thank you!" Ron thanked and sat down.

"You used to be a nobleman among the humans, weren't you?" Ron had just sat down when he heard the dwarf say.

"Does this have anything to do with our deal?" Ron said.

"No, it's just my personal habit to observe other people's behavior to judge what kind of person they are?" said the dwarf with his hands crossed on the table.

"Oh, then you guessed wrong this time. Before I woke up, I was just a slave to a caravan. Ron said.

"Yes, I saw the manners you showed, and I thought you were a nobleman, but I really can't see it. ”

"My mother taught me. Ron said calmly.

He did lie about this, his mother was supposed to be from a noble background, and his mother began to teach him aristocratic etiquette when 'Ron' was a child.

“.......”

The dwarf didn't answer Ron's words again, and just looked at Ron quietly.

Half ringing.

"My name is Douglas Rigal. ”

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