Does Gu Bei know how to remember cards?

Of course he would.

This kind of basic skill in gambling is something that everyone can do, not to mention an extraordinary person like Gu Bei Fingal, who has no problem easily memorizing seven or eight decks of cards.

Did he just remember the cards?

The answer is...... Not really.

In fact, according to the normal order of dealing, the cards that fell into Gu Bei's hand just now should be these five, not to mention the fifth, and the fourth card has already exploded.

But Gu Bei used a little means.

Before the gambling game began, he confirmed that the cards used in this special gambling hall were the same as those used in the gambling hall on the sixth floor, which means that the back suits of these cards were exactly the same, and Gu Bei happened to have two cards that had just come to the gambling hall on the sixth floor.

Isn't that a coincidence?

So he swapped a few cards.

What? Do you say that Gu Bei is out of the old man?

How can this be called a thousand people?

My life mentor Gu Xiaobei is helping people quit gambling!

Only by letting the other party understand this truth, can the other party willingly give up gambling and return to the right track of building a better world and enjoying a better life.

Of course, it's also a good idea to keep a card count.

But Gu Bei was actually too lazy to do such a thankless task.

For him, the simplest method is the best way to use.

can also help others quit gambling, which can be regarded as a good deed.

As for why Gu Bei's process of changing cards was not filmed by the camera...... Because this girl is open a chaotic gold watch to change cards.

Kaiqi door game out of the old ...... Oh no, it's Kaiqi to help people quit gambling, and Gu Bei has taken great pains to give people guidance.

After a minute-long silence, a loud cheer was heard from the bottom up through several layers of steel decks into the small gambling hall on the 11th floor.

A boatload full of people cheered for the mysterious gambler who reversed the defeat at the last minute, even the waiter.

But no one would take Vincent's mood into account at such times.

The old captain's face was at first so pale that it was pale, but then suddenly it turned blood-red.

He coughed violently, almost suffocating, and then spat out a mouthful of fish, a large pool of black and red flowing freely on the table, and splashing on the girl's pale skin.

At that moment, Gu Bei reacted quickly, flew up and kicked at the foot of the table, and even the person and the chair slid backwards, accurately avoiding the splash of blood.

Fingal was stunned by his silky little combo, and his movements slowed down, and he was splashed with a mouthful of old blood.

Fingal: "...... holyshit！」

Vincent's eyes were bloodshot, and he opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

But he didn't need to speak.

The live broadcast was cut off in an instant, and those model-like girls neatly and neatly pulled out Russian-made PSS whispering pistols from under their short skirts, jumped over the gaming table and rushed towards Gu Bei and Fingal.

Although the murderous aura is compelling, more than a dozen stunning girls are rushing to the face, which is indeed pleasing to the eye.

Gu Bei sat still, the girls surrounded him from all sides, and more than a dozen guns pointed at his head from different directions, forming a circle close to perfect, as if Gu Bei was the axis of the clock, and the girls were twelve hours.

But......

"It's better for girls not to play with such dangerous things."

Gu Bei snapped his fingers.

The girls only felt that their hands were empty, and they looked at their hands in surprise, only to find that the murderous weapon they were holding had melted into a pool of molten iron without temperature, which was flowing from their hands to the ground.

There is no fireworks in this scene, but it is strangely chilling.

From beginning to end, Gu Bei sat quietly on the chair between them, and the only movement was to snap his fingers.

This incredible scene stems from Gu Bei's latest mastery of skills.

Exceptional level

Other magic tricks.

After the magic machine was refined, Gu Bei obtained a domain that he could control at will, in the domain, he could manipulate any material to change into any form at will, and the scope of the domain depended on Gu Bei's strength.

In other words, as long as Gu Bei wanted to, he could refine this ship into a magic weapon shuttle in an instant—provided that the Qi in his body was enough to support him to complete the refining.

And controlling a few guns is just a matter of thought for him.

The girls looked at Gu Bei in horror, but Gu Bei only had a faint smile on his face.

0.01 seconds, a dozen PSS, a dozen girls trained in the spy academy, all wiped out.

At this time, Vincent, who was sitting on the side, finally gasped.

The old fellow, who looked like he should have been in the coffin, took a pill from his pocket, poured out a few pills and ate them, and waved at the girls.

The girls withdrew from Gu Bei's side and gathered around Vincent to give him a good breath.

After I don't know how long, Vincent said, "I want to lose the bet, let's talk about the third question."

This old thing was as if nothing had happened just now, if it weren't for Fingal still wiping the blood stains on the white winter suit with a paper towel with a disgusted face, as well as the blood on the table, Gu Bei might have thought that the conflict just now was just an illusion.

The thoughtful guy - Gu Bei commented on Vincent.

"Kingdom of God, if I'm right, it's a Nibelungen, where did you know about it?" Gu Bei asked the third question.

"Nibelungen? The land of the dead in Norse mythology?" Vincent chewed on the term, "Didn't you expect Cassel to have such a professional pronoun? It seems that you have a lot of research on the kingdom of God, so you may be able to help me find the kingdom of God."

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As he spoke, he stared at Gu Bei with a sly smile: "Mr. Gu, how about we make a deal?"

Gu Bei smacked his lips: "Actually, I can screw your head off at any time now as a night pot, but I am a civilized person, so I hope you can think clearly before speaking."

Vincent paused for a moment, thinking of the strange trick Gu Bei had just cast, and his face froze.

He pondered for a moment, then said, "I will tell you everything I know, but accordingly, you need to take me with you when you enter the kingdom of God."

Hearing this, Gu Bei looked at him with a strange look.

Although the wild hybrids don't know much about the Nibelungen, they should be somewhat wary when they hear the term Nibelungen, and the land of the dead in Norse mythology is not a good place to go.

This guy is in a hurry to hell?

However, in the face of this kind of beneficial and harmless request, Gu Bei naturally chose to agree.

What does it matter to him whether the other party dies or not, his task is just to find out the purpose of the other party.

"Okay. I promise you." Gu Bei nodded, "Now, can you answer my question?"

"Absolutely."

Vincent straightened his collar and winked at the girl next to him.

The girl understood, and immediately withdrew from the small hall with the others.

As the two ocean-blue doors closed, all the secrets were sealed in the small hall.

"Before I tell that story, I need to introduce myself again, please allow me to change my clothes." Vincent stood up and bowed slightly to Gu Bei.

"Tsk, that's troublesome."

Gu Bei waved his hand and asked him to go back quickly.

He didn't understand Vincent's intention to change his clothes, but he didn't mind, and it was just a few minutes of delay.

Anyway, as long as the old guy doesn't come back from walking the bird to talk to him, he doesn't care.

And when Vincent pushed open the door of the dressing room and appeared in front of Gu Bei again, Gu Bei couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Black high

Boots, breeches tucked into the boot tubes, black tweed blouse, shiny belt buckles, epaulettes with SS markings, eagle and skull coats of arms on the large-brimmed hat......

Gu Bei glanced at him, then turned his head to look at the alcove with the black box on the side.

It seems he guessed right.

Because even Fingal recognized Vincent's dress.

"SS Skeleton Division......" Fingal frowned, "You're still an NC remnant!?"

Vincent looked serious: "SS Lieutenant Vincent von Andres, I salute you with the highest respect!"

He raised his hand and saluted, that appearance made Gu Bei very afraid that he would suddenly say "Long live Hydra", if he really came to say this, then Gu Bei would probably wonder if the person living in the Kingdom of God that this guy has been looking for will be Captain America.

Now that you've introduced yourself, it's time to get down to business.

Vincent walked over to the alcove.

Gu Bei probably guessed who the person worshipped in the niche just now, after all, Vincent's information in Kassel was German, although the name was Ludwig instead of Andresen, but this did not prevent Gu Bei from guessing that he was one of the people who followed the mustache.

After all, the smell of this thing is too "pure".

With such speculation, it is naturally self-evident whose spirit bone tower the black box in the niche is.

But Vincent apparently didn't introduce Gu Bei and Fingal to the idea of his former leader—he was aiming for the black-clothed painting that hung on the edge of the alcove.

Vincent ripped off the cloth and presented it to the two of them.

On the blue sea was a blue sky, and strange clouds flowed in the sky, and mysterious light descended from the sky to illuminate the lonely stone island in the middle of the sea.

The center of the island is covered with towering trees, but the outer perimeter of the island is semicircular, as if the Colosseum had been cut through the middle.

In the Colosseum, where VIP seats should have been placed, there were cave after cave, and in each cave was a coffin.

A small boat approached the island, and the passengers on the boat were about to land on the island, with a coffin in the bow, and a human figure standing tightly wrapped in white clothes, like a god of death and an angel.

The style of painting is very realistic.

The leaves of the cypress tree and the gaps in the clouds, as well as the light shining through the gaps, are clearly visible.

But the subject matter is incredible.

How can there be an island in the world dedicated to the coffin?

A few more glances, and an unrealistic sense of fear crept up.

Gu Bei's eyes fell on the picture, this painting had some kind of strange magic, which made people subconsciously not want to look at it more, but this feeling did not affect Gu Bei.

He stared at the man wrapped in white in the picture, and always felt as if he had seen this guy from somewhere.

"The name of the painting is 'The Island of the Dead', and the painter is the Swiss Arnold Böckling."

Vincent began to introduce the painting.

His voice was slow and coherent, and with the strange paintings, it was as if something magical had been mixed in.

Vincent stepped forward and stroked the frame.

"Arnold painted five Dead Islands in his lifetime, three of which were in the Führer's collection, and the other two were burned."

Vincent whispered, throwing a piece of wood into the fireplace.

Chu Zihang listened silently and did not comment.

"The Führer loved works of art and sacred relics, and as you know, he studied art from the very beginning, and he might have been a great artist had it not been for Vienna's rejection." Vincent made a rare joke to lighten the mood.

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"He collected a lot of his collection during his lifetime, but most of it was burned, and I managed to salvage only a small part of it, and I took it to Argentina, and some of it was hanging on this ship, and you should be able to see it if you have enough eyesight......

He glanced at Gu Bei,

Glancing at Fingal again.

Well, he shouldn't have that luxury in his hopes for these two guys who don't have any artistic cells.

The Kassel Academy is a bunch of lunatics who can only slay dragons, and that's true—Vincent thought.

But in fact, he was misunderstood.

It's not that no one appreciates art, it's just that he's looking for the wrong person.

If it were Caesar or Angeyuan who sat across from him, they would be very gentlemanly and elegant, and they would be very polite to talk to him about the development of art, but he was ......

Fingal and Lucifer are of the same faction, and in their eyes, this is not art, but a string of figures that smell of copper.

Gu Bei and Chu Zihang painted pear clothes in the same school, for them, these expensive paintings are no different from sketches bought casually on the roadside - by the way, except for painting pear clothes, the other two people will not buy roadside sketches.

Gu Bei nodded, signaled that he was listening, and asked him to continue.

Vincent flattered the blind and could only give up on continuing to show off the value of these works of art and steer the topic on the right track.

"This 'Island of the Dead' is the most precious of the remaining collections, but its value is not due to the talent of Arnold or the artistic standard of the paintings...... While it is true that many critics have said what the painting expresses, they are all!"

Vincent said, his mood couldn't help but get excited, and he looked a little crazy.

"There are very few people in this world who can understand this painting, even if they are half-bloods, it is impossible to fully understand the meaning of this painting, but there are always some talented people who can see the truth of the world through this painting, such as ......"

He didn't say who it was, but Gu Bei also guessed it.

Vincent calmed down, but his golden eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"I once heard him say that I was his secretary at the time, and he said that it was a real place, a real island, and this island had a name that everyone knows......

「…… Avalon."