Three swindlers were killed in the tavern, and nearly half of the guests were emptied of their money bags.

    He was a gambler in his previous life and the owner of a tavern in this life. He saw a group of swindlers acting recklessly on his territory. Now Manda should decisively kill him, win back all their ill gotten gains, and then return them to those poor victims.

    Is there such a thing?

    Just think about it. It''s impossible.

    Not to mention that Manda doesn''t have such a chivalrous heart. Even if she does, she doesn''t have that strength. In the case of unprepared, getting into the gambling game set by others is like prey falling into a trap. Whether you are a lion or a tiger, you only have to be slaughtered.

    Moreover, the strength of the other party is not bad. Joel Morales picked up the dice cup again. Listening to the sound of the dice rubbing the dice cup, he can see the other party''s wrist.

    The low and steady voice proved that the dice were sliding in the dice cup and did not roll at all. The dice had been counted before entering the cup. His index finger gently knocked on the dice cup, creating the effect of dice collision. By this means alone, we know that this person is not an ordinary person.

    When the cup was opened, Joel shook out one king and two Dukes without suspense, which was the biggest point, because more than two kings were regarded as rebellion and had to lose twice as much money.

    The beautiful girl opened the dice cup, pretended to sigh, counted ten silver coins and gave them to Joel.

    The merchant who acted as a "general" also "lost" ten silver coins and hammered his head in frustration.

    They''re just acting, and the other players are in real pain.

    What does ten silver coins mean? It means that most of them have done business in vain, which means that they have lost more than ten days or even a month''s income.

    Some people beat their chests and feet, some people shouted curses, some people couldn''t wrap their tears, and others killed their red eyes and shouted to start the next game.

    Looking at Hill picking up the dice cup again, Manda walked up with a smile: "sorry, everyone, our store is closed. Guests staying in the hotel please rest upstairs. Other guests please come back."

    "How can a tavern close so early!" a guest roared. "The night dream tavern in town is always open until dawn!"

    Why is it night dream tavern again? It seems that it is a strong competitor. Manda smiled: "what are you still doing here? Hurry up, run faster, and have more drinks before dawn."

    The crowd dispersed amid complaints, and hill bowed his head and cleaned up the loose money and dice on the table.

    Manda stepped forward and said, "I said, my friend, can I discuss something with you? You''ve made a lot of money these days. Can you change a place to do your business?"

    Hill was stunned and turned to smile, "what''s wrong here?"

    "It''s nothing bad for you, but the guests lost all their money to you. Who will buy my wine?"

    "That''s your wine. See you tomorrow, little guy." hill touched Manda''s head and turned to go. Manda shouted, "don''t you want to give me some presents, my friend?"

    "Do you want to eat red flowers?" hill turned his head and looked down at Manda. "Yes, I''m not a stingy person. Ask your father to ask me for them, or you can call me dad."

    The girl''s laughter came from the door. It seems that his two childcare haven''t gone far.

    Manda was not angered by the other party''s words. He followed hill for two steps. Hill suddenly recovered and said fiercely, "little guy, if you dare to follow me again, I''ll press your head into the fire pond."

    "Don''t be so nervous. I just want a gift. I don''t want your money. I want your dice."

    Hill stared at Manda for a moment, then looked at the flag at the door, hesitated for a moment, grabbed some dice from his backpack and handed them to Manda.

    "Take it to play, but don''t be addicted!"

    Hill''s figure disappeared into the night. Manda looked at the dice in her hand. This is the most common cow bone dice. They are sold everywhere in the market. The color and size are exactly the same. Even the patterns are engraved with a mold, and there are no hands and feet in them.

    Manda put the dice in her pocket. As soon as she turned around, she just saw Leo, the high deacon on the stairs.

    This guy hasn''t slept yet. I don''t know if he''s really tired.

    Leo sighed, "although I don''t know which God you believe in, why don''t you listen to the evil deeds in front of you?"

    "Is that evil?" Manda asked with a smile.

    "Why not? You can''t see how many good people have been cheated of their hard-earned money!"

    "Did you see it?"

    "I not only saw them, but I remembered each of them. I remembered that they lost every copper coin. They were indeed wrong, but the liar was even more hateful. Tomorrow I will dissuade every gambling guest, especially those who lost money. If they are willing to listen to my advice, I will give them some compensation."

    Manda nodded and said sincerely, "you are a good man."

    Back in the room, Manda opened the ciphertext of the stone statue, 232 ancient tiri words, and Manda deciphered 197.

    Closer and closer to the result, Manda can even see the connection between some words.

    But my skills don''t seem to have improved. I dreamed of the scale on my body last night. It seems that it''s still a little worse.

    It''s really difficult to upgrade. It''s so difficult to upgrade to the second level. Considering the eighth level on the finish line, Manda fell into a vortex of pessimism again.

    The eighth level is too far away, but the second level must be realized as soon as possible. The limited truth can''t last long. If the count turns over one day, I''m afraid I don''t even have a chance to sell it. There were too many subordinates in the first rank, just like zarik, who died when he died. The count didn''t even bother to ask more.

    Close early, go to bed early, and get up early the next day. Manda goes to town to pick up Toka and them. Before that, she can take a chance on the black market.

    Without Stanley, Manda knocked on the door according to a specific rhythm. The old man who kept the door didn''t ask any more questions and continued to lie on the straw mat smoking low-quality tobacco.

    Down to the dry well and through the tunnel, Manda first said hello to Lulian and then went to the "poet" booth.

    "Is there anything good?"

    The poet adjusted his voice and said with a smile, "good things are available at any time."

    "Is there a new stone statue? I''ll buy it!" Manda just opened his purse, but saw the poet shaking his head.

    "There is no stone statue, but please look at this puppet. Such gorgeous workmanship is unique in the world."

    Manda took over the half man tall puppet. Although he was not familiar with the image of the gods, he recognized the image of Hephaestus at the first sight when he saw the strange face.

    The puppet is not only lifelike, but also his every joint can move, even every finger.

    Manda played with the puppet carefully and asked, "what does it do?"

    "It can relieve your loneliness."

    "Er..." Manda said with a dry smile, "I don''t want to say this. Since it is a divine thing, it will always have different uses."

    "This is not a sacred thing. I made it myself," the poet didn''t feel embarrassed. "I don''t sell murder weapons. I only sell art, which belongs to the art of the classical era."

    "It''s not bad..." no wonder the "poet"''s booth is so deserted. In this era, who will risk buying art on the black market?

    The poet didn''t like Manda''s strange eyes. He took back the puppet and said coldly, "just don''t want it."

    "I want it. How much is it?"

    "Ten silver coins, it deserves the price."

    "I''ll give you ten more silver coins. I''ll buy your tools."

    "Tools?" the poet frowned. "What are you going to do with it?"

    Manda said with a smile, "you should see that I know art. I also want to create my own art. Sell it to me. If the money is not enough, I''ll add it."