Chapter 113 (1/2)
Translator: Misty Cloud Editor: Misty Cloud
The next day, a gentle wind blew in the early morning.
World renowned Armament City, situated at the summit of Ash Mountain, hosting the entire Divine Continent’s largest armament convention.
Reportedly, all of the world’s most talented armament masters were concentrated here.
It’s also been said that here, you didn’t know what kind of people you’d meet. Perhaps even an unremarkable old lady could tell whether or not an armament was good or bad.
For armament masters, this place was the heaven among heavens.
However, even in heaven, there was a gambling den.
“Place your bets and remove your hands, place your bets and remove your hands!”
The gambling den was a gathering bustling with a cacophony of noise and excitement, faint white haze, everywhere floated dust that had not seen sunlight for a long time.
All different shapes of people, from all different backgrounds and cla.s.ses, some standing some sitting, their pair of eyes fixed motionlessly at the covered bowl on the tabletop as their mouths were shouting. “Small, small, small!”
(translator’s note: they’re playing a very popular Chinese game called ‘sic bo, or ‘tai sai’. These players are guessing whether the sum of three die will be a small number ie.4-10, or big ie. 11-17. Triples don’t count.)
Holding onto the bowl, the ends of the person’s mouth raised slightly as he extended his hand to remove the cover.
“Horse sh*t! How is it big again!” A person wearing an outfit of white brocade wiped at the sweat on his forehead. With one look, one could tell it was the kind of anger that came from losing as he gripped the money in his hand and roared. “Your daddy can’t believe this bad luck! I’m betting small, continue betting small!”
This person angered from losing was none other than the distinguished playboy overlord of Armament City. He was originally merely sixteen or seventeen years of age. There were even two little shallow dimples on his cheek, and could’ve easily been taken as a studious senior high school student in modern times.
Once he finished speaking, only a bang was heard, as he extended his hand to place those fragments of silver on top of the word ‘small’ on the game table.
Unexpectedly, a paper fan suddenly obstructed his hand.
“This brother, are you certain that you want to place it on ‘small’?”
Having heard that, the little tyrant turned his head to look around, and only saw a young man appearing in front of his face that could only have come from a painting. That person was utterly handsome and light-hearted, with a fair face, shapely eyes which looked up slightly, dyed with a trace of devilishness.
“Why would you care what I bet on!” That person angered from losing just felt annoyed, especially when what he hated most was this kind of good-looking, mild tempered, domesticated guy. So he then also spoke rudely immediately after!
But, what he didn’t antic.i.p.ate was that that person only looked at him and smiled as he extended his hand and retrieved his fan. After that, his wrist turned and placed the money in his hand on the ‘big’ symbol directly in front of that person’s face!
The angered from losing tyrant frowned as he turned his head to glare at the other person.
“Place your bets and remove your hands, place your bets and remove your hands now!” The banker shaking the dice bowl’s voice was exceptionally pleasant to hear. As his long sleeves waved around, the dice bowl shook dazzlingly.
Finally, a thump sounded!
The hand was removing the cover!
“Small, small, small, come to your daddy, small!” That handsome face belonging to the little tyrant, when it spoke those two words ‘your daddy’, always caused a strange kind of fondness to arise in other people.
“Five, five, four, big!” The banker very agilely declared, then collected his money, divided it in half, and pushed that away to the young man who was as beautiful as jade.
As that young man took the pieces of silver, the smiling expression at the corners of his mouth became even more p.r.o.nounced.
Following that, whenever the little tyrant bet on ‘small’, the other party bet on ‘big. Whenever the little tyrant bet on ‘big’, the other person bet on ‘small’.
In any case, her bet would be the opposite of that angered from losing little tyrant’s bet.
After over a full dozen or more rounds, the money on the n.o.ble young man’s side grew more and more, while the little tyrant’s loss was enough to turn heaven upside down!
At this time, the little tyrant also became aware of something. Finally, he also didn’t place his bets and only watched that n.o.ble young man place his bet.
Each and every single round was won by ‘him’!