Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 190

Published at 4th of February 2022 12:04:44 PM

Some young aristocrats or unmanned men often worship the power and culture of the Baengnang people.

They are usually idiots. It was usually the words of those who approached recklessly against white fur, blue eyes, strong bodies and energy, and faced the end of a meal.

The Baengnangs don't like humans. To them, most humans were nothing but inferior beings, toys and snacks.

"My dream has been to talk to the Baengnangs before! Wow, the fur is so nice. Can I touch it?”

The impression of the Baengnangs crumpled as Jean spoke with her eyes shining.

'Was he just stupid? It smelled dangerous enough for the hair to stand on its head.…?'

The Baengnangs looked down at the smiling gin for a while.

"Get your hands off me."

"Oh, I've been rude. I'm sorry. By the way, what would you like to talk about with me? Ask me anything."

"Well, no. I'm afraid I'm mistaken.”

"What? What?"

"Nothing to know."

Jin smiles awkwardly as the Baengnangs go back to their seats. Those who had made eye contact were looking at such a gin sadly.

'Whoa, I almost got tired before the operation started. From now on, I'll have to press down on the energy of the Ming Dynasty more clearly.'

He swept his chest down into his heart.

'I'm sure we'll have to kill at least a few of the Kinselo's hands during the operation.'

If left alive, he will surely go back to Kinselo and talk about "the one with the dangerous energy."

It's okay for the disguise to spread, but if there was a story about the unique energy of the Ming Dynasty, the tail could be caught anywhere.

Spending two hours on a hole and dice plate, I checked my enemies. Fortunately, no white nights were seen, and no one doubted Qin.

'Let's go see your colleagues.'

The bead board with colleagues was full of spectators. Alisa was hiding in the gap, and Kashmir and Enya were betting the stakes with nervous faces.

'Everyone's dressed up nicely.'

Even Alisa, who was worried about her extra size, was perfect. She was dressed as a man with a mustache.

"Oh, did you think of me already? I knew you'd come, Confucius."

Siris showed her palm, naturally twisting her arm around Jean's shoulder. There was a writing on it.

(The goods will come and go from the central cardboard on the second floor.)

"Now Confucius gives me his name. Come to think of it, I'm the only one who told you.”

It occurred to me that Jellia, or Siris, was very good at acting. She is perfectly embodying a prodigal spirit that is crazy about gambling and entertainment but never easy.

Jin has a good point in acting.

Jean grabbed Siris' hand, putting the remaining water in her cup. Then gently rubbed her palm with her fingers to erase the writing.

"Bamel, Young-ae."

Hit it! Hit it!

On the round plate, Kashmir and Enya's beads were bumping.

Siris pretended to explain the marbles and began to explain the details of his colleagues' prearranged operations.

"First of all, two beads are on the board."

"Like Young-ae and me now?"

"Yes."

First, only two people go upstairs, which means Jean and Siris.

"Then when the beads start running, the dealer's obstacles begin to appear. There are too many variables, some obstacles to avoid, some bigger beads to break. I usually prefer to wake up."

"I'd prefer you, too.”

When stealing compasses, it means that the enemies who block them should be killed together.

"You have to choose the beads that break the obstacle and the ones that run the finish line. Even if you use almost all the beads to break the obstacle, you can run on your own with only one remaining.”

Siris's gaze, which said so, was stealthily directed at the Enya.

Finally, running away with a compass means that Enya is appropriate. Colleagues concluded that under any circumstances, Enya would be the least suspicious.

Enya felt completely opposite to Siris. Unlike Siris, who swept the stakes as soon as she appeared at the gambling house and showed off her exquisite beauty, Enya was simply an ant.

He has always served as a sample of hot pants that bet only a small amount with a nervous face. No one looked less distant than her.

"Is this enough to explain it?”

"Is there anything else I should be extra careful about?"

"You shouldn't hesitate or panic because too many beads are broken to remove obstacles, and you shouldn't miss the chance. Sewage always lose money."

When a colleague is injured or killed, it means the operation will fail if he is sentimental. Jean made eye contact with Siris with a calm face.

"That's good advice. I feel like I can easily become a master."

In this way, Jean talked with Siris about the operation until about ten o'clock at night. Then he faced Siris and repeatedly lost his money, showing signs of annoyance.

"Ha, what kind of god of marbles is Young-ae? How can you not win a game!"

Spectators kicked their tongues.

It's not a penny or two. The money that Jean had lost to Siris was already going over the gold.

The rich Hogu, who flew gold coins in a couple of hours at the gambling house, was a rare type.

"Well, Confucius seems to have no talent for marbles. I know. I told you to quit and go out for a drink.”

"Huh! You want to win by yourself and drink?”

"Are you sure you don't want to lose some gold coins? With this jellia alone, I have a chance to have a drink by tomorrow morning."

"It's not a waste of money. But as a gambler, pride won't allow this to end. I don't know how to coax you, but other gambling won't get me!"

"Oh, you're confident in other gambling...…?”

Ah me!

There was a sigh among the spectators.

He also noticed that the victim of Zelia had come out.

"Once you've got to flatten your nose, you'll be able to relax."

"You're less scolded, okay. What sport would you like to play?”

"Card, if it's a card, Young-ae will never beat me.

Syk, the onlookers looked as if they were having fun as Syris made up an evil smile.

"The cardboard is on the second floor. Let's go, Confucius."

When the two stood up and took off their steps, a stampede of spectators gathered together. They were ready to watch that handsome ho-gu pay Siris all his property and become a crying face.

Naturally, most people on the marble board flocked to the cardboard on the second floor. But Alisa, Enya and Kashmir did not leave the marble. They were supposed to carry out a disturbance mission on the first floor.

The two took their seats next to the central cardboard where the deal between Giffle and Kinsello takes place.

On the central cardboard were representatives of Kinsello, Chukon Toldor and Zipple. Chukon Tolderer was recognized at a glance because he was bare-faced, but the representative of Jipple was disguised.

'I think it's a tower state, but I don't know who it is.'

There was something between them as the spectators began to crowd at the table right next to them. Now, at 10 o'clock, I have to hand over the items mixed with gold coins on the gambling table, but suddenly there are more people nearby, which makes me nervous.

Then people from Kinselo and Gipple, who were on the first floor, came up to inform their superiors of the situation. It tells the story that he seems to be an ordinary gambler, with a war of nerves from the game of marbles.

'Now we have 20 minutes. Until the jipple pulls a compass out of the cardboard.'

Twenty minutes later, when the item comes out, Jean and Siris will immediately launch a surprise attack. At exactly that time, Jean lost all her stakes, and the key was to get the onlookers to step down.

'When the spectators return, they mingle in the gap with frustrated faces, and Siris pretends to go out first. And I slowly follow along and set off a flashlight on the compass...….'

Siris will control the flow that will cost you exactly 20 minutes.

However, just as Jean and her colleagues have worked hard to plan the operation for six months, the enemies must have been prepared for all kinds of variables.

If you kill only Chukon Tolder or make him unable to fight, it's okay to go to the first floor. It is unlikely that the representative of the Jipple will be a more accomplished wizard than Chukon.'

The man, who appears to be the representative of the Jipple, was never likely to be in his 30s, even considering his disguise. At that age, the wizard stronger than Chukon was not known to Jean.

Anz's Magical Master Chukon.

He reigns as the absolute ruler of the Great Plains of the North continent. Unlike Kidad Hall, he was once a man who was anxious to bring Giffle to his home.

It was because of his own defense magic, known as the "extreme world." Eventually, Chukon became a member of the Dark Wizard's Club, and now he sits on the opposite side of the Giffle on the cardboard.

"Two hundred, two hundred more."

"Call."

Jean's stakes began to run out at a moderate pace.

'When a flashlight explodes, Kinselo and Gipple have no choice but to doubt each other for now. But they'll be quick to finish their pi-fi identification and figure out that me and Siris are the culprits. Confusion is at least 10 seconds long.'

I had to deal with as many enemies as possible in it.

"Well."

Chukon shook his head after watching the losing side with sharp eyes for a while on the central cardboard.

"It bothers me that I'm getting older. I thought they might be the bandits they prepared.”

"Haha, you're saying something strange. Lord Chukon, if we were just going to keep things, would we do such a complicated thing? Just don't give it back. They're gamblers who have nothing to do with us."

"Don't bluff, Carl Zipple. Aren't you doing a play on this island because you're careful? I gave it back to you formally.Looncandel will smell it, and if he doesn't return it, we'll leak information to Looncandel and Beacon.”

"You speak sharp, Lord Chukon."

"I'm saying this because I broke the clause of the alliance first and was brazen without a word of apology. Your father has no idea what he's up to.”

"If you have a chance, ask me yourself. I don't know if I have the guts to visit my father."

"You're saying something cute, it's time. Just get your stuff out. I'll have to check.”

Jean and Siris could not hear the voices of the two. It was because the spectators were buzzing and there was some distance.

But there was nothing wrong with carrying out the operation.

'It's ten o'clock. Exactly.'

The stakes are down. Jean curled her head like a man who had lost his country, and Siris stood up from his seat with a look that he knew would.

"It's a shame, Confucius. Now I'm down, let's just pretend we never had a drink."

As Siris left the board, the spectators naturally followed her.

a cardboard blanked out in a flash Jin's eyes, with his head raised, saw a gold coin rising in the middle of the central cardboard.

It's a gold sack mixed with compasses. It was also seen that Chukon, which opened its sacks, pulled out a golden compass a little bigger than gold coins.

'Now!'

Jean stepped on the table at once and threw herself onto the central cardboard.

In his grasp, a white flashlight was swollen as if it were about to burst.

Chapter end