"What do you want?" asked Rogge unhurriedly in the face of Mike's provocation.

"Just follow me!" Mike gave them a cold look, waved his hand to the tightly knit bulkhead beside him, and a door slowly opened, and Mike turned and walked into the cabin.

Rog glanced back at Catherine and Tully, followed Mike's footsteps into the cabin, and found that it was a small room of more than twenty square meters, with a table in the middle of the cabin, a chair on each side, and a large number of barrels on the wall.

"You said you were a ranger," Mike walked over to the table, looked back at Rogge, and said, "Do you dare to compete with the rules of the road?"

"The rules of the road?" Rogge strode up to him and stared into his eyes and said, "I'm willing to do this, tell me, what do you want to fight?"

"Let him see!" Mike beckoned to the three Chocolates who were following the room, and the Chocolates walked over to the chairs with a huge anchor, their heavy butts falling on the chairs, nearly breaking the legs.

"It's a man, let's fight wine!" said the chocolate like thunder.

"Wine, little meaning!" Rogge smiled and stepped forward, took the chair across from him to the side, and said to Tully and Catherine, "Two young ladies, please sit down, although there is only one chair, I believe that you can barely sit down." ”

Seeing this, the two girls humbled to each other, and one of them sat down on the chair, and saw Roger walking to the table, holding his hand on the table and asking the big-waisted chocolate, "Tell me, how do you drink?"

Mike, the first mate on the side, waved his hand gently, and the two wine barrels on the wall fell on the table, and the chocolate slapped the wine barrel in front of him with his hand and said: "One person and one barrel of wine, whoever drinks it first will lose!"

"These dead ghosts clearly want to drink you down, and then plot against the two great beauties!" the little owl muttered to Rog behind his neck.

"You know a lot!" Rogge grunted, pulled the cork from the barrel, sniffed it at the barrel, and nodded, "Well, good wine, I haven't drunk such pure rum in years!"

He smiled and nodded to the chocolate and said, "Then I'm welcome!" After speaking, he picked up the barrel and drank it on his back, and the people present watched in amazement as he drank the entire barrel without panting.

"This feels so good!" Rogge placed the barrel on the table, and with a movement of the fingers of his left hand, the five blades flew out with a silver light, and the barrel on the table was torn apart, leaving not a drop of wine in it.

"It's your turn!" Rogge said as he held out his hand to the chocolate.

The third mate was stunned for a moment, pulled out the cork, picked up the barrel and poured it into his stomach, and when he finished a barrel of wine and put the barrel down with a burp, another barrel full of rum was pushed in front of him.

"The second barrel, I'll continue!" Rogge finished picking up the second barrel and drinking it again, then put down the barrel and looked at the chocolate, the third officer, the first mate, and the second officer looked at each other, and had to continue to pour the second barrel.

By the time the third barrel was pushed in front of the chocolate, the third mate had become out of breath, and Rog pulled the third barrel from the stopper and was about to drink it, when Tali and Catherine walked up to him and grabbed him, whispering to him not to drink anymore.

"Two sweethearts, I've had a rare alcohol addiction, don't stop me!"

Rog looked back and smiled, gently pushed their hands away, and drank the third barrel under their worried gaze, his whole face flushed when he lowered the barrel, and the blood under his skin seemed to burn.

"It's your turn!" Rogge said to the three chocolates, splitting the third barrel.

Chocolate stubbornly picked up the third bucket, but suddenly collapsed on his back with a "plop" after only half of the drink, and when Mike and Joe hurriedly stepped forward to look, the third officer was already drunk and unconscious, and fell asleep like a dead pig.

"It's a pity, it seems that this brother doesn't drink as much as he is. Rogge shrugged his eyebrows with a smile and said as he looked at the third mate on the ground who was gradually dissipating.

"Don't be complacent, the game has just begun!" The second mate, Joe, gritted his teeth and walked to the table, inserted five knives on the table, and at the same time threw out five dice with his hands, and said to Rogge: "Do you dare to bet on a bet?

"Willing to accompany!" Rogge pushed the split barrel on the table to the ground with his claw blade, pressed his hands on the table and said, "You sit in the village, you come first!"

"I'm overwhelmed!" Joe pulled out a knife and stuck it in the center of the table, picked up the five dice with his right hand and threw them on the table, everyone stared intently at the five spinning dice at high speed, watching them stop one by one.

"One four, three five, one six, twenty-five o'clock, I won!" Joe smirked.

Rogge smiled and nodded, grabbed the knife from the table and plunged it directly into his shoulder, Tali and Catherine were surprised, only to see Rogge grabbing the second knife from the table nonchalantly, sticking it in the center of the table and saying, "It's my turn!"

He scooped up the five dice, gently checked them in his hand, felt that the weight of the dice was obviously abnormal, he smiled quietly and said, "I bet small." After speaking, he threw the dice in his hand to the table.

The five dice spun at a dizzying speed on the table, the first and second mates stared at the characters on the dice, Catherine and Tali secretly sweated for Rogge, who hummed a minor tune unhurriedly.

He tapped his fingers on the table to the rhythm of the minor, and every time his fingers struck the accent hard, one of the dice stopped steadily, and when a minor tune was hummed, all five dice stopped steadily, revealing the five points of two, one, three, one, and four.

"Well, good numbers, I wish both sweethearts can find the love of a lifetime!" Rogge turned back and smiled at the two girls, and the two couldn't help blushing, but suddenly heard the second mate Joe scream, and one of the blades of Rogge's claw blade flew into his shoulder.

"I know your knife is not lethal to yourself, so I'll do it for you!" Rogge picked up the second knife from the table and threw it on the ground, saying to the second mate: "Third game, continue!"

Qiao glanced at him hatefully and said, "This time I'm also small!"

He picked up four dice and threw them at the table, then shot the last dice bullet, which hit one of the dice, and then bounced back from one of the four dice to a halt, revealing the four points of one, three, two, and six.

All eyes were on the last dice, and as long as it didn't go over three, Joe would win the game, but Rog didn't seem to care, and he took the little owl out of the back of his neck and placed it on the table, his fingers combing her feathers.

Suddenly, the little one flapped her wings and jumped on the table, and a stream of air was generated from under her wings, brushing the spinning dice without everyone noticing, and the dice were suddenly slowed down by the air current, and finally fell down, showing the number four.

"This ...... How is this possible?" exclaimed Joe, surprised.

Rogge looked up at him and the people around him with a blank face, as if forgetting that he was participating in a gambling battle, he glanced at the five dice on the table, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Ahhh

As soon as the words fell, the second blade pierced Joe's other shoulder, Joe screamed in pain, and looked at Rogge unwillingly, Rogge picked up the dice on the table and said to him: "In the fourth game, let's change the rules, okay?"

"Five dice bet on 21 points, if I throw 21 I win, if you can't win, the loser stabs here!" he said, pointing to his heart.

Joe endured the pain on his shoulder and stared at the dice in Rogge's hand, five dice to bet on blackjack, you need to throw four fives or four fours, the last one throws a point or five, no matter which one, the success rate is extremely small, as long as the last one is slightly worse, it will definitely lose!

"Okay, I'll make a bet with you!" he said through gritted teeth.

"Look, I'm going to throw it!" Rogge held the five dice in his hand, his eyes as sharp as a sword looked at Joe, and he waved his hand to throw the five dice to the table, the five dice bounced on the table, and Rogge slapped the table hard, four of them were stacked on top of each other, still spinning non-stop.

Rogge's left claw blade index finger tapped on the table, the first one jumped down from the top, a five appeared on the table, Rogge's fingers moved again, the second dice fell next to the first, and another five came into view!

Rogge knocked on the table three times, the third dice jumped up and fell on the body of the fourth dice, the two dice landed at the same time and stopped rotating, and the two identical fives made everyone present dumbfounded.

"And the last one!" Rogge looked at everyone with a smile, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the dice, only to see Rogge's fingers flick the table, and the dice bounced off the table and landed on the table, and the speed of rotation in mid-air gradually slowed down.

The little owl standing on the table in front of Rogge stared at the falling dice with everyone, his eyes keenly caught the moment of the moment, and his eyes shot out two beams of light that could not be detected by the naked eye, focusing on the surface of the dice.

The dice stopped spinning instantly, and as the owl's falling sight fell to the ground, the little furball put away its spell, and raised its wings as if no one else was around, and combed its feathers.

"A little! Rogge won!" Seeing the last red point, Catherine happily turned around and hugged Tali, the mermaid's face was full of happy smiles, and looked back at Rog beside him, the witcher's expression was calm, as if everything was normal.

"This ......" Qiao looked at the blood-red point in despair, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and shouted: "I am willing to gamble and lose, I have gambled all my life, and I have never regretted it, come on, kill me!"

"I hope you don't resent me," Rog said, raising the claw blade of his left hand, and with a flash of silver light, two shiny blades flashed over the table and retracted into Rog's claw blade.

"What?" Joe opened his eyes in surprise, looked down at the missing blade on his shoulder, and suddenly felt the pain disappear, he looked up at Rogge suspiciously, and saw him casually pull out the knife on his shoulder and throw it on the table.

"Gambling is just a game for me, and I'm not in the habit of killing people for it. Rogge smiled and pushed the bloodstained knife towards Joe and said, "Thank you, I had a lot of fun in this game!"

Joe, who finally realized that he had escaped, nodded gratefully, said thank you, put away the knife and dice and dissipated into the room.

Rog took a cigar from his waist, lit it, took a puff, and said to Tali, who stepped forward to help with the wound, "Leave the wound alone, it will be fine soon." ”

Tali glanced at him uneasily, and suddenly heard the voice of the first mate Mike, only to see him walk to the opposite side of Rog's table, press his hand on the table and say to Rogge, "Don't be complacent, I haven't passed this level!"