Merlin and Anthony are on their way to William's casino. Along the way, this fat man made the atmosphere less dull, the corners of his mouth were slightly grinning, and he had nothing to say.

"A long time ago, I had a little girl here, about your age." Anthony's Adam's apple agitated up and down, and he quietly glanced at the boy's delicate face, "She's also beautiful." ”

Well, I've heard this phrase twice......

Merlin had already calmly responded: "Really? Thank you for the compliment. Uncle Anthony, where are we going this time? ”

"Well...... Anthony was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "a casino, and that uncle in there will protect you." ”

Merlin finally found a pattern in the backtracking again and again. What he does at such an inconsequential point in time as the present will not affect the course of history, and at a really important point in time, his every move is very likely to change the layout of the whole event.

All he had to do now was get back to the casino, prevent the missionary from getting William's sword, or let him consume one of the two remaining wish-making opportunities early. Miracles must come at a cost, and if the space-time shield squeezed around the god's blood is shattered out of thin air, the power consumed must only be much more.

And the missionary's purpose in obtaining the magic sword was to split through this dangerous and strong barrier, leaving the body of the god's blood exposed. With the help of one's own wishes, the goal can be achieved in the end. The missionary's wishes may be irresistible, but there are limits to what he can do. If he fails to say his wish to obtain the blood of the god of Didama at the end, maybe the time thread he gave birth to can be linked to him, instead of passing with him.

The question came to Merlin. How can this missionary block his way to obtaining the magic sword? William, as a "legendary gambling star", believes that it is very shameful for both him and the people standing next to him to be outstanding. If he uses some tricks, with William's strength, he will definitely find out. What's more, there are very few opportunities for me to participate in this game. There are three gambling events in total, and each one takes place very quickly.

Anthony sent Merlin to the door of the casino, smiled and touched Merlin's head: "This is it, you are also a very well-behaved child." Just a word of caution, try not to touch anything in here unless you want your dad to come here to pay off the debt. ”

"yes, I see." Merlin blinked, didn't look at Anthony, and plunged into the quagmire of the casino without looking back.

The current Merlin left a very mature impression on Anthony. I still remember the first time, he was still a little face-to-face, and I didn't talk to him so openly; The second time was even more embarrassing, and he became a wooden man; And this time, he showed himself in front of Anthony in a new way.

After experiencing the same thing several times, the way of doing things will become proficient, which is also a last resort.

William was still so sloppy that Merlin tried to get close to him, but the lazy man slept all day, as if he hadn't closed his eyes in his life. According to the timeline, during the missionary's third duel with William, he would allow himself to toss the coin. He was now able to control his muscles with relative precision, and even the day before, he had borrowed a chip from William's table and practiced it in the bathroom.

Of course, there was a half-old gambler in front of the missionary, and what was his name?

"—My name is Angola." It turned out that his name was this......

Time seemed to have changed in his eyes. Whether it is fast or slow, long or short, under his feelings, it has become a leap from one point to another. The linear, post-temporal time is gone, replaced by a numbing, occasional black curtain of colourful flickering.

In the end, Willian still has to let Angola guess with him. He actually remembered what happened to the other party in the first time. He should be out of the cloth, so that he can win this fat old man.

He went out according to the predetermined ending. He clearly saw that the other party's hand with a huge sea blue gem came out of the stone. It also shows that he won. The other party looked very depressed, and he was not in the mood to comfort him.

Angora was gone, and even though Merlin knew that he was finally relieved, he was relieved with a sadness that bordered on mockery. In this respect, he is a child of five or six years old, six or seven years old, and he is not even a fat man who loses and loses. He has no right to let go, and the fate and responsibility he bears inexplicably will definitely make him miserable. No one will understand themselves.

Merlin is not qualified to grieve. He watched intently as the missionary emerged from the hilltop area, and walked briskly forward to play a game with William.

This guy still has a calm face, it seems that in his opinion, playing this kind of game has delayed his time to act, if it weren't for the etiquette, Merlin suspected that he could just grab the magic sword and run.

William was stunned when he heard the missionary say that he wanted the sword in his hand, and then threw the long sword in his hand in front of his neck, but the sword had been pulled out of its scabbard.

He immediately sat back in his place, his eyelids half-raised, but the whole person showed an incomparable sense of oppression, and his mouth opened slowly: "What's your bet?" ”

And the other party's answer is: all of me.

There was absolutely no way to make a thousand in the first game, because it was impossible for a child of Merlin's age to lift such a large metal vessel full of dice. He had to watch as the other man said a hundred, and the handwriting on the dice happened to be exactly a hundred.

William's smile froze slightly, and Merlin clasped his hands together against his upper lip, dispelling in his mind the idea of winning the next gamble. Merlin can't touch the cards at all, and the cards used when drawing ghost cards are automatically manipulated and distributed to everyone by magic, so it's strange what tricks can be used.

As the two drew all the cards, the missionary generously admitted his victory, and he had all the pairs in his hand, and William happened to be dealt the ghost card.

"I always feel like you know I'm going to lose, and I'm not surprised." William raised an eyebrow, he actually dared to make fun of himself at this time. But this also shows from another aspect, his eyesight and sense of knowing people are too good.

Had it not been for the so-called fate of the pastor, he could have believed that the missionary could not have won over William in a game project. At first, Merlin foolishly thought that William had won most of the games because he was lucky.

Before he could come to his senses, Merlin already had a heavy gold coin in his hand.

"Positive." The missionary's eyes continued to glow with contempt, and he seemed to have made a very firm judgment about the outcome of the game.

Is it still the same as before...... Merlin raised his eyebrows, carefully appreciating the texture and weight of the coin, his muscles rapidly stirring. He's been practicing all night, so why can't he throw a negative now?

Merlin's whole body trembled, and the pressure from all directions made him panic. This is the power of fate on the preacher's chest, and it will make everyone around him act according to the missionary's expectations.

But the impact is limited! Merlin has experienced it many times, and in most cases has detached himself from this image! There's no way he's going to lose this one.

The contempt in the missionary's eyes quickly faded into deep fear! The child in front of him was actually free from the influence of the power of fate in the necklace, and tossed the coin upwards according to his own thoughts! Merlin pressed the coin against the intersection of his thumb and index finger, controlled the strength of his whole body, and slammed it up!

Bite! The coin is forced, making a crisp sound in the air.

The coin will spin sixteen and a third in the air and then fall into his hand, and the result at this time is reversed.

A triumphant smile rolled into Merlin's mouth, and no matter what, he was going to let the missionary's hole cards show!

The other party obviously knew that the outcome was very likely not to happen as he had hoped, and the missionary's heart was also filled with a terrifying chill! He had to get this magic sword, otherwise there would be no way to get the divine blood that the "God of Didamour" needed!

The missionary clasped his hands on his chest, and fine sweat oozed from his skin, and hurriedly said loudly:

[I hope to win this tournament and get the magic sword.] 】

Really......

Merlin's eyes widened, and the joy of his heart was about to appear on his face! At this moment, his nose suddenly itched, and a big sneeze instantly erupted along his mouth, right in the middle of the gold coin that fell from the sky. The boy's hands caught the falling gold coin, and in a trance, he saw the smile on William's lips stiffen suddenly.

He opened the palm of his hand, and the dim light above his head shone on the obverse of the coin, as if to degrade the valuable coin.

"You won." Since William lost, he had to admit it.

Merlin's sneeze sent the coin a third more turn in the air, and the face, which had been facing down, was now flipped upwards. Sometimes, luck is so hard to fathom.