Chapter 163: Ghost Drawing

Renaud nodded, "Yes, but the next gambling fight is different from a street fight, there is no support and no environment to use, I will teach you a way." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

"Okay. Kevin was overjoyed, and after listening to what Renault said, he gained a little more confidence, and left the VIP room with the waiter on the spot.

Seeing that Renault really sent Kevin off the field, Mia felt very puzzled, and at the same time a little disappointed, thinking that there was a gambling fight to watch, but it turned out that it was not the Awakened who came on the field.

"Do you really let an ordinary person go, not afraid of losing?"

"What does it matter if you lose, it's just more than 3,000 gold coins. Renault drank his tea leisurely, not caring at all.

Mia looked depressed, her face bulging like a pufferfish, "If I knew I wouldn't buy you, you won......"

It turned out that she also bet on the outfield, "How much did you play?"

"Fifty thousand. ā€

...... Renault almost squirted out a mouthful of tea, but he held back.

Fifty thousand!

Isn't it too rich?

Knowing that she played so much, Renault simply ended up on his own.

"So what are the odds now?"

"10:1, you 10. ā€

Fortunately, Renault breathed a sigh of relief, the odds have not changed much, otherwise it will be a big loss tonight.

"Now the fifth game of the day, Mr. Crown, to Franklin, Lord of Blackiron!"

Due to the ultra-high odds, this gambling fight attracted a lot of attention as early as the afternoon, and even many people came to see if the descendants of Domic had the demeanor of the peerless big fat sheep of that year.

"Mr. Krone has sent - the most powerful and darkest assassin of Castle Little Wolf, the third order awakened - Stealth Will!"

Whoop -

The onlookers were instantly enthusiastic.

Will is Mr. Crown's trump card, going out 12 times, each time with a one-hit kill, and never leaving a living mouth under the knife.

Although a mere 12 consecutive wins is not enough to be proud of, 12 must-kills is a record that no one can break.

"Dare to provoke the decree of the royal family like this, this person deserves to die. ā€

With a single sentence, Mia pronounced Will's death sentence, and when he saw Julian's eyes narrowing slightly, Renault knew that this guy would definitely not survive tonight whether he won or lost.

Those who regard human life as a mustard will eventually be treated like a mustard.

But it shouldn't be necessary for Julian to do it, and he believes that Kevin will not let him down.

"Here's this," the waiter paused deliberately, pretending to look at the cards in his hand, "Kevin sent by Lord Renault, he's a-a-...... Ordinary people?"

The chaotic scene suddenly fell silent, and they stared blankly at Kevin, who was covered in various weapons.

In the history of gambling in the arena, no ordinary person has ever walked into the arena.

Many people began to wonder if this gambling fight was a scam by Renault and the big arena to collude to defraud everyone of their gambling funds.

"Get out!"

One guy threw himself on the fence and suddenly roared, "Let that guy from Renault come out and give us an explanation!"

His voice was loud, echoing through the quiet arena.

Kevin glared back coldly, his cold and ruthless eyes were like two solid cold lights, which frightened the man all over.

Before he could react, Kevin had already rushed over a distance of more than ten meters, and a big black hand passed through the fence and pinched his neck: "If you dare to insult Lord Renault again, I will pull out your tongue!"

As soon as he let go of his hand, the man immediately fell to the ground in a languid manner, touching his neck and coughing.

After Xiao Lu's hand, no one dared to shout indiscriminately, and Kevin walked into the arena with a blank face, looking at Will on the other side with a smile.

"How could this guy end up!"

Kevin's black body left Will with an indelible tragic memory. In the afternoon in the tavern, two of his companions were severely injured by some who had suddenly gone berserk, and the methods were only cruel and frightening.

He made up his mind that this was not a tavern, it was a fighting arena he was familiar with.

More critically, he is now alone.

A tiger may lose when it encounters a pack of wolves, but when a tiger meets a lone wolf, there is no possibility of failure.

"Let your blood wash away the shame of the afternoon. ā€

As the waiter announced the start, Will's figure flickered and disappeared in an instant.

Oh -

The audience exclaimed at the same time, and every time Will showed off this magical skill, it had this effect.

Looking at Kevin again, he was still standing there stupidly, as if he didn't know what was going on.

"He's dead!"

Someone began to whisper, as if they had seen his throat slit and blood spurting out.

Kevin looked left and right, walked unhurriedly to the edge of the fence, and sat down with his back against the fence. Then he took a long pipe out of his pocket and stuffed it with tobacco unhurriedly.

"Why does he still have the heart to smoke a pipe?" In the VIP room, Mia suddenly became interested, thinking that the battle of sending ordinary people into the field was just a boring slaughter, but she didn't expect it to be quite interesting, "Didn't he know that Will was probably already by his side?"

Smoking a pipe was Renault's idea for Kevin.

Of course, there are many ways to deal with stealth, in addition to using smoke, such as sprinkling lime on the ground, such as hanging bells around you.

However, Renault prefers this very "pretending" approach.

At the moment of life and death, he is still smoking a pipe leisurely, how chic.

"This Mr. Kevin," the waiter in the Colosseum, who was now sweating profusely, kindly reminded him outside the fence, "Pipes are not allowed in the Colosseum!"

"And what's going on?"

Kevin frowned dissatisfiedly and knocked out his pipe on the ground, "It's okay if you don't smoke, then I can always draw a rune, right?"

ā€œ...... OK. ā€

After receiving the affirmation, Kevin unhurriedly took out a small glass bottle from the iron box on his body, dipped the liquid in it with a brush, and pretended to draw it on the ground.

Will has been quietly lurking more than ten meters away from Kevin, and just now Kevin swallowed the clouds and spewed fog, so he never had a chance to start.

Now that there is no smoke, he is ghostly drawing talismans on the ground, and he doesn't know what he is doing.

"What is this?"

I don't know who suddenly screamed, which immediately caused an uproar.

"Is it runic magic?"

Runic magic is in legends or troubadours, and a certain type of human being can use certain runes to exert a power comparable to that of a demonic spirit.

"It's very likely! You see that his whole body is extremely black, very different from ordinary people, have you ever seen such a person? Even people who live in the desert are not blackened like this, maybe it is some hidden mysterious race?"

"Renault can even find such a person, and he would have won if he had known that I would buy him. ā€

"It's too early to tell," some people still maintain their optimism about Will, "The biggest disadvantage of rune magic is that it can't move, as long as Will doesn't enter that area, it's fine, he can't paint the entire field." ā€

In the midst of the discussion, people with good deeds crowded behind Kevin, trying to see what magical runes he had drawn through the fence.

As a result, everyone stood on the spot.

It was all real ghost drawings, a circle, two circles, a duck, a grass.

It's so ugly!

Cast a mist before somebody's eyes!

Will, who was invisible, scolded in his heart, thinking that what was it that caused him to waste so much time. (To be continued.) )