Chapter 253: I am stripping others naked (b) (2/2)

Elliot was still standing at the same spot, showing no intention of leaving, which irked the old robot.

”Don't you already know?”

”Dear customer, winning once or twice in a game of luck is already unbelievably good. You should be satisfied with what you have already won. It will do you no good if you keep on abusing your luck. Next time, maybe you will suffer a loss. How about you stop, and we go our merry way?”

Elliot shook his head, not willing to give up.

”Thanks for your advice, but I believe in my luck. I can confidently say that at the end of today, all of the treasures on the shelf are going to belong to me. The question is, which ones should I pick up first? Heh, heh! Should I start from the best ones and then go for the worst ones or vice versa? You decide.”

”Pah! I don't believe that you can keep on winning.” Old robot snorted, thinking that he would let reality slap the young man on the face.

”Then, get ready to be wronged.”

”Reality is going to wipe that grin off your face.”

Old Robert refused to believe that someone would be lucky enough to keep on winning continuously, and so it chided him.

But at this moment, Elliot beamed a smile towards Old Robert. The poor shop owner felt that something terrible was going to happen to him, and he wasn't wrong in the slightest as in the very next moment, Elliot repeated the exact same line he had the previous two times. As a result, the old robot automatically handed over a gambling ticket to Elliot.

It was a very bright day today. All the robots were happy because they heard that a few new guests had arrived at this lonely place. They wanted to interact with them, hearing stories about the outside world, and possibly scam one or two-spirit points out of them. Old Robert was no different. It harbored the same thought, and when he had met his target, he felt lucky and thought that he would be making a little fortune. But who would have thought that something the exact opposite of what he had supposed would happen.

As the gambling god flipped the stones, the ocean overturned the land, and one by one, Old Robert lost his treasure. He had two hundred treasures on today's shelf. They were of varying grades. The majority were novice-grade, a few dozens were at the intermediate-grade, some were at the peak of the second grade, almost touching the boundary of advanced ranked items! He had lost all the good ones and was now only left with novice-grade treasure. Yet, the god of gamblers showed no intention of stopping!

”Please stop it! I'm already on the brink of bankruptcy. Any more, and I will not even have enough money to buy stuff to oil my rusty body parts. I beg you, leave me alone.”