In the largest tavern in Floating Harbor, Wayne's big gamble has reached its climax.

Different from last night's gambling game, due to the spread of the news of the big gambling game, this afternoon, almost eighty percent of the townspeople in the floating harbor came here to join in the fun.

The crowd of onlookers were all holding their breath and watching the game.

There were so many people who came to join in the fun, there was no room for it in the tavern, and there was no business in the brothel on the second floor, and the scantily clad women were all lying on the handrails of the stairs, whispering about the grand occasion of the game.

More than a dozen soldiers stood in the four corners of the tavern, weapons in their hands, tiptoeing at the scene of the game, equally full of amazement.

Some late onlookers could only stand outside the tavern, sharing the lively atmosphere with the dense crowd through the windows.

Dandrien, dressed in gorgeous tights, held his lute, singing and shouting hard.

"Wow, kick!"

"Fiftieth consecutive victory, the witcher from the Wolf School, Mr. Wayne, has achieved today's fiftieth consecutive victory."

"The prize money on the spot has been as high as four hundred and thirty-five Oren."

"And the challenger?"

"Will there be new challengers?"

"It's a legendary victory, a miracle enough to be written into an epic."

"If someone can end his winning streak, then that person will surely become a hero of Ukiko and will be recorded in Ukiminato's history forever."

"What are you waiting for, that lucky one may be you, everyone is looking forward to your victory."

"Come on, all it takes is an Oren, a Gwent deck, and you have a chance to be that hero."

Listening to Dandrien's agitation, some Gwent players who were originally timid because of Wayne's fifty-game winning streak immediately mustered up their courage again.

A young businessman stepped forward, threw an Oron on the table, picked up his Gwent card, and sat down across from Wayne with a flat smile on his face.

A new gamble soon began and ended quickly, and in less than five minutes, the young merchant was defeated by Wayne with a beautiful Gwent card.

Soon, however, another challenger took his place.

However, these floating harbor residents and travelers are just ordinary people after all, and they are neither true GWENT masters, nor are they like the wealthy merchant Levardon who has collected a whole set of powerful rare cards.

And the Wayne they faced, after two consecutive days of big bets, had drawn nearly a hundred cards from the loser's hand, although the deck in his hand lacked that extremely rare strong cards, but after so many adjustments, it had been perfected to perfection.

The level of the Gwent card attached to the system has also been raised to level four after a number of battles, and with the blessing of four points of luck, betting against ordinary people is like opening a hang, and you can draw any card you want.

How long the average player can hold up in front of him depends almost on when Wayne wants him to fail.

Although Dandrien's instigation made some GWENT players eager to try, after seeing Wayne defeat five challengers in a row to reach fifty-five consecutive wins, no one in the tavern wanted to challenge this terrifying GWENT player.

The entry fee for an Oren is not expensive, but it can make people eat a few good meals, and it is better to stay and do something else than to waste it like this.

Finally, after more than ten minutes without anyone continuing to challenge, Dandrion's face was slightly red with excitement, and he announced in a high-pitched voice:

"Ladies and gentlemen, good people of Floating Harbor."

"I now announce this unprecedented gamble, the earth-shattering Gwent Card Tournament."

"Its final champion is our wolf witcher, Mr. Wayne."

"In this big gamble, he has defeated 100 challengers in a row, never defeated, and is a well-deserved Gwent card super player."

"He will be a legend in the floating harbor, remembered by all, ten, twenty, fifty, even a hundred years."

"He's a real Floating Harbor champion."

Speaking of this, Dandrion put down the lute in his hand, raised his hands high, clapped his palms, and after attracting everyone's attention, he announced loudly:

"Now, guys, I have good news for you."

"You are honored that our Floating Harbor Champion is a generous and good man, and since no one can win this prize, he has decided to give half of the prize money, a full two hundred and thirty Oren, as a reward for everyone's enthusiasm, to the Tavernkeeper."

"Starting today, every resident of Floating Harbor will receive a free glass of ale from the boss until the money is spent."

"This is a commendable act of generosity, so let's cheer together."

At Dandrien's invocation, there was a free ale to drink for a few days after hearing it, and all the onlookers cheered excitedly.

Maybe in the future, they won't remember the GWENT master who won a few hundred Oren in the tavern, but they will certainly be impressed by the Floating Harbor champion who invited them to drink ale for a few days.

However, the lively atmosphere was always short-lived, and soon after the big gamble ended, the crowd began to disperse one after another, under the supervision of the soldiers.

It was already nightfall, and the residents happily took a glass of free ale and began their journey home in twos and threes, their expressions of contentment, and their excitement at participating in such an interesting competition.

Wayne and Geralt didn't want to cause trouble, so they had already packed their bags and prepared to leave early the next morning to start their journey again.

Their next stop was the city of Vigema in Temeria, the capital of Temeria and the city where the king's palace was located, where a large number of nobles, wealthy merchants, soldiers, gangsters, and poor people gathered, and it was the richest place in the whole of Vijma.

In that city, there are all kinds of strange events, and there are a lot of commissions, just like the witchers like them to solve.

And after learning that Geralt's destination was Virginma, our poet Dandrion immediately said that he would go there with him.

At the same time, this poet classmate, who likes to search for information everywhere, also told Wayne a piece of news.

Revarden, a great merchant who had lost to him at the gambling table for three hundred Oren, had his caravan departing tomorrow morning, and the destination was also Virginma.

Upon hearing the news, Wayne's eyes lit up, and he immediately said that he would talk to Rayvarden to see if he could take on the task of escorting.

He didn't care about the pitiful reward, but because, acting with the team, he could not only rub the comfortable carriage and some food.

The most important thing is that he can rub a mission with Revarden.

Wayne has always warned himself that if you want to become stronger, you must seize every opportunity to become stronger.

Demon hunters do have a long lifespan, but if you don't seize the opportunity to increase your strength, you may turn into a corpse in some accident.