When Geralt came down from the second floor in good spirits, he saw a strange atmosphere permeating the entire tavern.

Many of the drinkers gathered around a table and watched quietly, all attentive, without the previous hustle and bustle, while the other drinkers, although not standing by to watch, always had their eyes drifting to the other side of the table from time to time, apparently paying attention to something.

Geralt was curious, wanting to step up and see what was going on.

Suddenly, I heard a burst of exclamation from the onlookers, and a somewhat deep voice burst out laughing, and then sighed and said:

"What a good matchup, Mr. Wayne."

"I spent a lot of money on a well-assembled deck and lost to your ubiquitous commons."

"It was a meaningful competition for me, and it taught me to be humble, to be cautious, and not to take anyone lightly."

"These three hundred Oron, you won."

Hearing such a conversation, Geralt probably guessed what was going on.

Sure enough, while the surrounding drinkers were marveling at the gamble, he approached the table in a few steps, and saw Wayne sitting across from a fat businessman, with a smile on his face and a humble tone in his voice:

"Thank you for your bet, Mr. Rayvarden, that you are an honest businessman, and that is a virtue to be appreciated."

"However, according to the rules of the GWENT card game, as a winner, I should be able to draw a card from your hand as my reward, right?"

"Will you keep this tradition?"

Hearing this request, Revarden twitched the corners of his mouth with some pain, as a merchant who came here from the southern kingdom of Niffergaard, he understood the importance of the spirit of contract, and would not ruin his reputation because of a small matter.

So he squeezed out a smile and said in a loud voice:

"Of course, I'm not going to be clever in this kind of thing, Mr. Wayne, it's my principle to be honest."

Then, as he spoke, he piled up his Gwent cards and handed them to Wayne, motioning for him to draw a random card.

Wayne was not polite, and casually pulled out the special hero card that he had been eyeing for a long time, and then looked at Rayvarden, whose face was full of pain, and praised:

"Your character is admirable, Mr. Rayvarden."

"It's still early, why don't we have dinner together and play a few games after that?"

The corners of Révarden's mouth twitched, in the previous game, he had already seen Wayne's Gwent card skills and luck, and felt that he could never continue to bet with him until he was confident enough, as a businessman, he could not make a deal that was destined to lose money.

The fat merchant shook his head in distress, and said half-truthfully:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne."

"In two days, I'm going to ship a large shipment to Vigema City, tomorrow will be very busy, please allow me to take my leave now, I must take care of tomorrow's work."

Wayne nodded with a feigned regret, he knew it was just an excuse, but he didn't force Ravardon either.

He took out a dozen of the three hundred Oren he had won, threw them into the hands of the bartender beside him, and then shouted to the onlookers:

"I had good luck today and I'm very happy."

"I'm going to invite everyone in the tavern to have a drink and share my luck."

"But you don't have to thank me, but you owe me a thank you to the generous Mr. Révarden."

Hearing that someone invited someone to drink for free, everyone howled excitedly, and some old fritters who could make the atmosphere immediately sent words of praise, praising Rayvarden and Wayne loudly, which made the fat merchant's somewhat stiff expression soften a little.

Wayne looked at the sky and found that it was still early, the sun hadn't even set yet, and he had just made a bet with Rayvarden, winning two out of three games, even with his luck and skill, losing one game, and winning was indeed a bit difficult.

However, the proficiency of up to five points of Gwent cards also made him very happy, and now there are many people in the tavern who can play Gwent cards, in his eyes, these people are all walking experience points, which can help him improve the level of Gwent cards, how can he let it go.

After announcing the news of the drink, he then announced in a loud voice:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I haven't had enough fun in the game just now, and now I want to play a little game with you."

"Tonight, anyone who can play Gwent can pay an Oren as an entry fee and play against me for a game."

"The one who wins can take a hundred Oren directly, until the three hundred are won, and everyone has three chances."

"Of course, the person who loses, according to the rules, will be drawn by me as a trophy."

He glanced at some people around him who didn't think it was a big deal, and said with a little arch fire in his tone:

"You can tell the news to everyone in the whole Floating Harbor, I'm probably going to be here for two days, and this game will work until I leave the Floating Harbor."

………………

In the banks of Temeria, one Oron is worth a hundred copper coins, and it only costs a dozen copper coins to buy the bread that a family needs for a day.

The lure of 300 Oron directly attracted everyone in the town who could play Gwent.

As the news released by Wayne continued to spread, whether it was people watching the excitement or people who wanted to use an Oron to make a big difference, they all gathered in the largest tavern.

When the mayor in charge of the floating port heard the news, he immediately wanted to terminate the game directly, but after seeing the enthusiasm of the participants.

He glanced at the instigator with annoyance, and finally gave up on this hard-handed tactic that could easily cause a riot, and instead chose to transfer a dozen soldiers from the barracks to maintain order in the tavern.

The atmosphere in the tavern was very lively, with a steady stream of challengers and onlookers, and the gamble went on for four hours before you knew it.

Geralt stood beside Wayne with a serious expression, holding his steel sword in his arms along with its scabbard, his eyes glancing at some of the people in the crowd from time to time.

With white hair, a tall figure, and sharp eyes, Geralt exudes an aura that is not easy to mess with.

He watched Wayne defeat the participants who came to challenge him one by one, and watched the increasingly lively atmosphere in the crowd of onlookers, as well as the increasing number of Oren gold coins on the table, he couldn't help but whisper to Wayne:

"Wayne, you're too high-profile today, and you've won so much money, you're sure to attract some people's prying eyes."

"We'd better be careful not to capsize in the gutter."

When Wayne heard this, he glanced up at Geralt, he knew that the white wolf's words were very pertinent, the so-called wealth should not be revealed, and this huge amount of money in the eyes of everyone would definitely attract the malice of some ill-intentioned people.

However, in just four hours, he has won more than forty Gwent players, and the level of Gwent has been increased from Level 2 to Level 3, and the luck value has increased a little more.

Such a rapid improvement made him want to stop, and this whimsical gamble also made Wayne see a good way to quickly increase the level of the Gwent card, how could he give up so easily.

He nodded appeasefully to Geralt, then looked at the time, it was almost late at night.

So, Wayne stood up and said to the crowd of onlookers around him, as well as to the other would-be contestants:

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's too late today."

"I was also very touched by the enthusiasm of everyone."

As he spoke, he took out seventy or eighty Oren from the coins on the table, and said to one of the squad leaders and the tavern master who had been guarding beside him:

"Thank you for your enthusiasm, and since you think so highly of me, I will also be a generous host."

"Tonight, everyone in the room can dine here as much as they want, with unlimited beer and barbecue, and the cost is deducted from this money."

"Tomorrow after lunch, after everyone's recuperation, our game will continue."

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