Demon Amtils swept through the air as low and slow as he could, his eyes not sparing the grass and trees on the ground, but the money bag that carried the future of the dungeon did not appear to him as he wished. Looking out at the city of Thor, surrounded by thick walls and a winding moat, the demon whispered a few incantations. These spells then brought the demons, who had transformed into ordinary people, to the front of the library.

"Excuse me, did I leave anything in your reading room yesterday?" The demon was greeted by the polite librarian of yesterday, whose black and white dress and serious expression seemed to tell everyone that they were deeply influenced by the cultural atmosphere of the library, and they were definitely the best representatives of the good qualities such as honesty and sincerity.

The administrator carefully looked at the good-looking, tall man in front of him. The Administrator remembers his excitement yesterday by the bookshelves and in the reading room, holding his books.

Yesterday evening, after hearing a strange sound from the browsing room where the guest was, the librarian hurried over. But when he arrived at the door of the reading room, the caretaker saw a pair of crimson wings flying into the distance: the demon had taken the two books away without leaving any credentials or notes.

The librarian who witnessed the demon appearing in the town was so frightened that he hurriedly swept the long table in the reading room and let the next guest, the noble elf lady, enter with a copy of "A Brief History of the Continental Thieves' Union".

"Sir, did you visit our library yesterday?" The librarian was not at all interested in knowing what evil magical items this demon had left behind or a terrifying infernal specialty. His only thought was to never let this person (the demon) step into this library from now on.

I can't come up with any written evidence or proof that I was indeed in this library yesterday. The demon Amtils was unable to follow the normal path into the library. The demon who did not expect to be seen for what he really was was convinced that it was the honest librarian who had embezzled his rent. However, the result of the search for his hidden body made the demon who was now walking towards the final hotel feel inexplicable despair: almost the entire library was searched, and no trace of his purse was found.

"Mr. Amtils...... "The call of the Goblinsette brings the demon back into the real world. "The most, the most, the last ......"

The demon stopped, and the goblin in front of him looked terrified.

"What happened to the final homestay? The demon who sniffed an ominous smell from the goblin's words spoke.

The goblins didn't need to answer, because the demon Amtils and the goblins were already standing in front of the Last Lodge, or rather, the original Final Lodge.

The original final lodge was an old three-story wooden building, with a tavern and dining hall on the ground floor and a casino for gamblers such as the archmage Aqiman, and rooms on the second and third floors. However, at this moment, only half of the original homecoming inn remained.

Yes, if you think of the final inn as a big cake, the current hotel looks like someone has cut it vertically with a knife. Took the left half.

A wooden board with the words "Last Home" painted on it was nailed diagonally to the original right door panel, because customers no longer had to go through the doorway, and from the left, they could go directly to the shiny counter by bypassing the ordinary façade of the original inn, and two pillars that seemed to be blackened by smoke and fire were stuck diagonally on the ground, supporting the floor on the second floor that leaned against the half-vanished end of the hotel. A long ladder leaned against the staircase on the second floor, and it seemed that the upstairs occupants now had to rely on the ladder to get in and out of their rooms, and the room next to the ladder was now barely nailed out of a wall with a few pieces of wood from the original hotel tabletop, and it seemed that only half of the room was left.

The demon and the goblin looked at each other, it was impossible for the knight or warrior to do such a neat destruction, and the archer's arrows almost only created a few airy holes in the walls of the inn, and there was no recent appearance of the famous magician nearby, and the last place for the remaining half of the lodge was to be located. It is almost certainly the work of the archmage Aqiman.

The demon Amtils and Goblin make their way to the left of the original final homestay inn, which now appears to have been temporarily converted into an open-air tavern. It seems that the hosts and guests who have experienced a fright don't seem to be in the mood to enjoy today's lunch. And now is not the time for the townspeople to gather, so the open-air tavern with a few random tables and chairs looks empty. They had barely sat down when an angry waitress threw a menu onto the brand new table in front of them.

"Grab some of your favorite food, Seth. As if there was a hint of a pretentious demon on the waitress's expression, he casually instructed. Knowing that the demon probably didn't even have a few copper plates on his body, the goblin just wanted to say goodbye, but was stopped by the demon's eyes. "Beautiful hostess, can you please help me bring these things? ”

Stunned by the aqua blue light in the demon's eyes, the goblin began to bury his head on the food on the table, a sign that the demon was beginning to perform his seduce. Bringing the food, the hostess who was about to turn around and leave was stopped by the demon, and it was clear from the goblins on her face that the hostess had been affected by the demon's seduction. The demon who had successfully cast this innate spell took a sip of the wine in his glass and continued his tone disguised as a troubadour: "O lovely lady, can you tell the curious traveler in detail what you have seen and heard from last night to now?"

Normally, a sun-drenched afternoon isn't a good time to start a game, but occasionally the final destination is the same as today: seven or eight vagabond-looking gamblers around a table, including a mage and a dark elf. "At such a time, those who still indulge in the last hotel are either idle vagrants or lazy scoundrels. While thinking like this. Archmage Aqiman did not realize that he had unconsciously joined the game, and he already belonged to the class of vagrants and scoundrels he had divided.

However, just like an alcoholic who gets drunk even at his own funeral. No gambler would mind when and where the hand is opened. Most of the time, even who the opponent is is completely negligible. Therefore, it is understandable that a mage, who has won several games in succession from the moment he sat down, ignored the mark of the Thieves' Guild on his opponent.

For the owner of the inn at the end of the year, this group of gamblers who start the game while everyone else is busy with work can be considered a good customer. After all, at this time of year, in the tavern on the first floor of his last home, there is hardly anyone other than himself and the waitress in the hotel, and the current group of gamblers also looks like they have a few bucks. Thinking of this, the boss's gaze fell on the archmage who was asking loudly if his opponent was willing to increase the stakes. The Archmage was already a regular at the hotel, even though he left the inn with his movement. There are always one or two small items missing in the room, but the generous tip paid by the archmage after winning at the table is enough to pay for the loss of items in the store, so the boss still gives the archmage a warm welcome, but he never forgets to ask the archmage to pay the fee before moving into the room.

The Archmage was in a state of excitement, even euphoria. Since the opposite side was replaced by the dark elf who called himself Lucy as his opponent, the pile of silver coins in front of the mage has gradually changed to a golden appearance, which makes the mage sure that he is definitely the darling of Rafa, the god of luck, today.

The dark elf on the opposite side seemed to agree to the mage's request to double the stakes in the game, so the mage first whispered the full name of the god of luck twice, then picked up the wine glass in front of him with one hand, and turned over the playing card in front of him with the other: "A pair of aces." Will you hold two clowns, Lucy?"

This sentence is pure nonsense. The dark elf, who called himself Lucy, silently covered the old K that was lifted in front of him. Pushing the pile of gold and silver doped coins between the two of them on the table in the direction of the mage, "Aqiman, your luck today is too good. I'm going to pay you two more gold coins?"

"It's two gold coins plus forty-five silver coins, miss, and please don't deliberately ignore the decimal that follows. The archmage turned his face to the side triumphantly: "Boss, a glass of cherry wine per person, I'll treat you." ”

This was the fourth time in an hour and a half that the archmage had been treated since he sat down, and it seemed that the mage had left the camp of the god of magic, Foys, and joined the banner of Rafa, the god of luck.

"Okay, nine glasses of cherry wine will be delivered immediately!" The boss, who hadn't forgotten to add his name and the hostess's name to the mage's guest list, said yes, and walked to the back cellar, still thinking about how much water should seep into the cherry wine that should be sent out in a while. Gamblers often don't notice how much less wine is served than usual, especially after the hostess who is temporarily acting as the dealer deals two cards to each side of the table.

The Archmage and the Dark Elves are playing a poker game called "Duel", which has recently become popular on the continent of Vesta. The rules of the game are very simple, each side is dealt two cards, each has seen their own cards and then opened one of them at will, and then starts from the side that opens the card is larger, both sides take turns to raise the bet; and the increase in the bet is calculated in multiples, so this game may be a small bet at the beginning and eventually evolves into a big gamble; finally determine the multiple of the bet, both sides will open the remaining cards, and then add the points of the two cards, the side with the largest total points is the J, Q, The King counts eleven, twelve, and thirteen points respectively, the ace counts as fifteen points and the joker counts as seventeen points, and when the two cards on both sides add up to the same number, the pair wins, and then the suit on the board is counted to determine the winner. The special rule is that the bet on the table is automatically doubled if the winning team has the same two-card suit, and the winning team has a pair of two cards in a pair, the bet increases by a factor of four.

Archmage Aqiman is a master of this game, and what he does best is to keep raising the multiplier until his opponent's hand loses confidence completely. However, there have been four opponents at the table today, and not once has this scaring trick of the archmage needed to be brought to the table.

"The basic bet on this game is still ten silver coins, right?" the archmage looked at the cards in his hand. Then lift one of the jacks of spades and cover the other one tightly. In case the spectators behind the scene leak the news to the dark elves on the other side.

What the dark elf turned out was a six of hearts. The mage reluctantly suppressed a smile on his face. After all, it is impossible for the other party to win him in this game, even if the other party has not opened the card is A, in the case of fifteen points.

"Well, let's double it this time. Lucy, what do you think?" the mage looked forward to the other as if he had been on the previous game, and did not hesitate to agree to the raise, and also asked for a raise. After all, in a game of "duel", after one side offers to double the bet, if the other party does not offer a double. There is no way to increase the multiplier of the game.

"Ah, okay. But I'm not going to raise, let's open. "This time Lucy clearly has no intention of raising.

A little annoyed, the mage flipped open the remaining J block, swept the silver coin on the table in front of him, and raised his glass again.

Finally, the owner of the inn walked to the table with a plate of wine glasses containing the cherry wine that the mage had generously treated. In the afternoon, there are usually no customers, so there is only one waitress in the restaurant, and when the waitress acts as a temporary dealer, the boss has to take the role of hostess. Just as Lucy was covering the card in front of him, the boss seemed to see that the card that had not been opened seemed to be the clown who counted seventeen points, but the boss himself was not sure, after all, it was just when water was seeping into the cherry wine in the cellar. He poured a little into his stomach himself.

In the rest of the game, the archmage continued to increase the number of coins in front of him. Although he occasionally lost a game or two, he only lost a small amount because Archmage Aqiman was careful not to increase the stakes. And this went on until dusk.

Farmers from outside the city are returning to the city, workers and merchants are leaving their places of work, and the time of the day for entertainment is approaching. The rest of the hostesses in the last hotel have also returned to work, because many bachelors who do not have a mother or wife to cook at home regard the tavern in the last hotel as a dining hall, and it is impossible for a single hostess to greet them, not to mention that the waitress is still dealing cards to the guests at the table.

The opponent in front of the archmage did not change, and Lucy took out various coins from her pocket again and again to pay for the loss. At this time, a special guest came to the hotel, it was an elven woman who was dressed lightly and plainly, and acted elegantly and generously.

The hostess in the tavern hurriedly greeted the guest and asked if he needed to prepare a room.

"Please give me a glass of cherry wine, nothing else, thank you. The elven woman sat down quietly at the cleanest-looking table near the counter. "No, I'm going to take a break and keep going. ”

Lucy, the dark elf who was originally concentrating on the cards in front of her, quietly raised her head and exchanged glances with the elf woman. This action did not escape the boss's eyes, but the mage, who had been drinking all afternoon and was already a little drunk, did not notice it at all.

Then the situation at the table began to change 180 degrees.

Within two hours, the mage not only lost all the money he had won that afternoon, but also sent a lot of gold coins that had "accidentally fallen out" from the money bag next to him into Lucy's pocket. The more money he lost, the more he drank, and the mage kept asking the hostess to fill the glass in front of him, and then continued to lose. As a result of continuing to lose, the mage continued to ask the hostess to deal cards, as if he continued to play, and Rafa, the god of luck, would turn his attention to him again.

"I'll mage the mage, do you want to take a break before continuing to play?" the boss felt that the mage's luck seemed a little strange today, and kindly reminded.

"Deal. When the archmage heard the boss's words, he waved his hand completely indifferently. In the last hour, no one in the tavern could hear any words from the mage other than "deal", "wine", "raise", and "open".

The mage, who looked to have lost his eyes, reached for the money bag next to him again, trying to find a few gold coins that had "accidentally fallen out by himself", and the money bag contained half of the gold coins that the mage and the demon had exchanged for the weapons and equipment they had obtained from Neil Canyon this morning.

"I still have ...... here," the mage's words, who looked up, suddenly froze in the air. Just now, a waitress happened to pass behind Lucy on the opposite side, and on the polished metal tray in the hostess's hand was a wine glass full of cherry wine that was ready to be sent to the noble elf woman, and at the bottom of the tray, there were cards in Lucy's hand, but Lucy's hand, which was supposed to be holding two cards, actually appeared in her hand at this moment!

The annoyed mage tossed the glass in the direction of the Dark Elf. The cuffs of the dark elves, who were hurriedly dodging, floated out more playing cards with the nimble movements of the dark elves, and it was obvious that the dark elves were cheating to dig out the mage's money bag.

The cheating was exposed, and the dark elves no longer maintained their barely normal appearance. I saw Lucy easily leap over the table that had been overturned by the angry archmage Aqiman, and the elven longbow in her hand swung directly at the archmage's chest.

After a "Ahh The Dark Elf, who had succeeded in the blow, then reached for the Archmage's Staff of Trist, which had been leaning against the table and was now lying on the ground. The mage, on the other hand, came to his senses and spat out a magic spell: "...... Sirak" (to be continued......