"What's wrong, aren't you welcome?" said the man at the head of the group as he looked at No. 86 with a slightly unfamiliar look, and the two people behind him closed the door casually.

In fact, it's not that No. 86 doesn't want to talk, because every time he adds some knowledge of this manor, it is undoubtedly a good thing for his mission. Instead, he was listening carefully to Mott's introduction in his mind. "This guy is Galil, the handyman chief mentioned by Tik Jr., and the next two are his henchmen, one named Rory, and the other is Dakota. "Honestly, Boss, apart from the only trait of 'scum', these three guys are really not interesting at all. ”

"'Scum' is also one of the advantages?......" 86 couldn't help but interject in response to the skull's foul taste.

"Of course, boss, the most important thing to judge whether a bad guy is good or not is not what he does, but his taste," Skull said very seriously about his opinion, "Have you ever seen a very famous opera? It's called "Leon", well, I don't think you will see it...... Even if you do, you won't remember!" continued Mott with some euphoria, "and there's one of my favorite passages where the terrible sheriff casually hums 'Tempest Sonata' when he kills someone!

Number 86 was a little speechless as he listened to the skull's increasingly passionate tone. "Well done, please tell me again, our mission is for world peace......"

"Of course, but that doesn't stop me from being a good witness!" the skull flew directly in front of No. 86, "Do you know what kind of knowledge you need to be a good witness? Religious history, theology, occultism, philosophy, semiotics, etc., are the most basic introductory subjects. Of course, more importantly, there is the aesthetic ......," said Mott, "Boss, it seems that I should make up for you when I get back." ”

"You're enough...... No. 86 directly pulled Mott aside from his eyes, and his movements made Galil and the others standing opposite a little inexplicable. "What's the matter, my friend, from the moment I entered the door, I noticed that something was wrong with you, could it be that you were charmed by some little goblin in the town?" ......said the chief handyman, laughing with his henchmen.

"Leprechaun, I'm afraid I don't have that luck...... 86 said, "If you can imagine your soul being rolled up at random and stuffed into a strange brain, you'll understand where I'm now." As he spoke, he pointed to his head, hinting to Galil and the others about his dissatisfaction with the last conflict. "Come on, I'm sure gentlemen aren't here to talk to me. ”

Ignoring 86's hints, the three of them glanced at each other and sat down in turn at the wooden table. "Of course not, I told you that I would get back the gold coins that were stored with you. Galil squinted at No. 86, "It's still the same, I don't think you will refuse!" With that, he took out two finely polished wooden dice from his pocket and placed them on the table.

"I'm afraid I don't have any room to refuse, am I?" No. 86 got up from his bed, finally understanding that the reason for the last conflict was nothing more than a conflict caused by gambling money.

Galil and the others chuckled twice and did not speak, but Tik Jr., who was standing behind No. 86, tugged at the corner of his clothes and shook his head a little timidly. Number 86 rubbed the boy's hair and signaled not to worry, and on the other side, Mott's voice had already arrived. "Your gold coin pocket is in the second drawer under the old closet in the utility room, and besides, this dice game is called 'Reservoir Cat', of course, with me, you don't have to worry about losing, it's just a matter of how much you want to win them, quack ......" The skull's laughter had the thrill of being about to slaughter a fat sheep.

"Let me play first, it's not my gold that I'm losing anyway. Number 86 said, getting up and walking into the utility room. Sure enough, as the skull said, he found a heavy leather bag in the drawer, and at a glance, it contained at least dozens of gold coins. To tell the truth, such a discovery shocked No. 86, even gambling with oil, an inconspicuous gardener actually accumulated such wealth, it seems that even if 'he' is innocent, he is indeed not a good person.

Taking this opportunity, Mott happened to explain the rules of the game of 'Reservoir Cat' to No. 86 in detail. In fact, this very popular dice game is not complicated, and the only props used are two six-sided dice.

One of them, known as the "basic dice", is engraved with six identical heads, the only difference being the color. From childhood to adulthood, Mr. Blue, Mr. Brown, Mr. Kim, Mr. Orange, Mr. White, and Mr. Pink. Among the dice rolled by each player, the winner is determined by comparing the size of the basic dice, and then the amount of the settlement of a single round is determined according to the other dice.

The other dice are called "bounty dice" and are engraved with six different images on them. They are the good guy Eddie (double if you win, double if you lose), Boss Joe (twice as much if you win, twice as much if you lose), Guards (regardless of victory or defeat, you can only have one guard in a single game, and the first to throw is counted), Shield (if you win, you won't be doubled, and if you lose, you won't be doubled), Dagger (if you win, you will be doubled, and if you lose, you will only be paid half), Diamond (if you win, you will be charged twice more, and if you lose, you will be exempted from paying in this game).

The rules are simple, and in Mott's words, the game is almost entirely about luck, which is one of the big reasons why it has become popular. By the time No. 86 sat back on the only empty side of the table, dozens of gold coins had been neatly laid out in front of the other three, plus a small pile of silver coins for change. "It's the same old thing, the 'dime' of the bottom gold, no problem, right?" said Galil, glancing up.

"Here, eighty copper coins are one heavy silver coin, and eight heavy silver coins are one gold coin. Mott quickly explained, "The 'dime' he said is a round of gold and two heavy silver coins. If you want to take this opportunity to relax, I won't show up, but if you have any other ideas, I'll be happy to help!"

"I'll call you before I lose it, don't worry!" 86 muttered angrily, then replied to Galil, "No problem, so be it." As he spoke, he piled a dozen gold coins and the change he had with him in front of him. Tik Tim, who was standing in the back, poured him a glass of mead very kindly.

Galil adjusted his position in his chair and gestured to the wooden dice on the table. "As the owner of the house, you can get started," he smiled, "good luck." ”

No. 86 picked up the dice nonchalantly and checked them in his hands, the two wooden gambling equipment were much lighter than expected, and the rounded edges and corners brought out by the delicate knife work rubbed against the skin of the palm, which would give birth to a smooth and flexible touch.

With a casual throw, when the two delicate dice fell from the palm of No. 86 to the table, the gamble that had actually changed parties officially began. Strange to say, gambling is a kind of evil that goes far beyond the moral realm, and can hijack the participants' brains to the greatest extent, and can produce the most crazy pleasure in the shortest possible time. Even a novice like No. 86 can clearly feel his blood being pulled by the spinning dice on the table after a few quick rounds, boiling with indescribable heat.

Rules are always nervous before the game, and in the game, they are accepted and absorbed as quickly as possible, and the instinct to judge whether to win or lose is instantly generated. It's not about being smart or not, it's more about a kind of nature -- ** and greedy nature, and people are their slaves.

The bright light of the fire shone on the flat and smooth slice of the dice, swirling, flashing a pale yellow halo that attracted all eyes. Every time the two little things stopped and stopped, there would always be people cheering and shouting, and there would be people sighing. No. 86 sat in the chair, the gold coins flowed in and out of his hand, accompanied by the voices of excitement or frustration, he seemed to see the most bizarre side - the loser pinned his "hope" on the next comeback, and the winner pinned his "moderation" on the next miss, they just hugged each other and switched identities, and kept rolling towards the next game, "close to victory", always close.

It was getting dark, and the night completely enveloped the roaring wooden house. When No. 86 threw the last gold coin in his hand on the table, he suddenly realized that he had spent hours without realizing it. Galil on the other side had already opened his coat, and a thick layer of oil was hanging from his shadowy cheeks, and Rory and Dakota had long since left their seats, one of them simply stood at the table with a red face, and the other had one foot on his chair, constantly slamming the table.

"My friend, is this gone?......" Galil rubbed his chin and looked at the empty table in front of No. 86 and said, "Your luck is really bad today, but it's normal, isn't it?" His expression didn't seem to comfort the loser "No one can win all the time, no one! Of course, I hope this small loss doesn't make you too sad, hahaha......" In fact, for civilians, winning or losing a dozen gold coins is no longer as simple as a "small loss".

Dakota, who was standing next to him, slammed 86's shoulder hard. "Thank you, old man, it's been a long time since I've won so much!"

"Hell, why didn't anyone comfort me?" Rory grumbled, counting the few gold coins he had left.

No. 86 smiled and didn't speak, he lost the most in this gamble today, followed by Rory, and it was Dakota who really made a big profit, and Galil only got a small share. But number 86 knows perfectly well that the truth will not be so simple. "Tell me, Mott, what's the problem?" he asked inwardly, "don't talk about luck, this gamble is not a matter of luck. ”

Mott, who had been silent for a long time, flew to Galil's side and stared at the dice in his hand. "Of course it's not luck, boss, luck can't be manipulated, and the dice can be ......," the skull monster said with a two-laugh laugh, "This guy is determined to win you today, these two dice have been manipulated and poured." ”

"Lead?" said 86's voice.

"That's right, when you're big, you will be pressed on the head, and when you have an absolute advantage, you will be directly exempted," the skull's gaze flew around on the three Galil who were laughing at each other, "It's just that it's more hidden, and even one of them has been dismantled as a back." Of course, if nothing else, the three of them will divide your gold evenly after they get out. ”

No. 86 squinted slightly at the three people opposite, and suddenly picked up the wine glass next to him and drank the wine inside, the golden liquid flowing down the corners of his mouth, wetting the clothes on his chest. With a bang, he slammed the cup on the table, and the laughter of Galil and the others instantly froze, and their eyes were attracted.

"What's the matter, my friend, are you angry because you lost money?" Galil's voice turned cold, "calm down, you're not the only one who has lost!, perhaps, next time your luck will come back?" he said, glancing at Rory and Dakota, and got up to leave the cabin with his henchmen.

"Next time? oh...... I don't think so!" Eighty-Six stood up suddenly, turned and ran straight into the utility room, and when he returned, he had a dark brown leather bag in his hand. "I can't wait for next time!" Hiccup ......," he burped, tossing his pocket directly onto the wooden table.

With a "bang", the sound of gold coins colliding together instantly suppressed the words of Galil and the others, and they closed their mouths together, their eyes completely attracted to it. "I didn't expect that...... Dear Al, you're the real rich!" Dakota swallowed, and he saw the golden glow in his pocket.

Rory nodded stiffly, agreeing with Dakota's words. "The cottage you own alone can often get oil and water, and even have a lot of gold coins!" his eyes were full of envy, "in a few years, you will be able to leave the manor and have your own shop in Simachi! and even a gentle and considerate wife...... Not only are you rich, but you're very happy, old man!"

The Miscellaneous Supervisor was evidently thinking about something else, and he tapped twice on the table to signal his attendant to be quiet. "What do you mean?" asked Galil, licking his lips and staring at Number 86.

Tik Jr. tugged at the corners of No. 86's coat even tighter. "No, sir, don't ......," the boy's voice grew quieter.

Number 86 pinched Tik Jr.'s shoulder, dragged him over the chair and sat down. "Either take your coins and leave, or do another game!" he patted his pocket and looked up at the head of the handyman, "Whatever you choose, it's up to you." Maybe luck will be on my side from now on?"

Rory and Dakota turned their heads to look at Galil together, but the handyman did not speak, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and the two delicate dice kept turning in his hands.

Mott's agitated voice reached No. 86's head unusually clearly. "Praise you, boss, play him to death!" (To be continued.) )