A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

He folded the newspaper and turned to look at Fuhesh.

Stubborn to the end, he would always tell himself that he would win next time, but unfortunately, he always ended up losing everything.

I love fanaticism; fanaticism is gambling; gambling is life; and love is domination.

Kenmei Isayama thought that thing looked like broccoli, the vegetable he disliked the most.

So, under Kenmei Isayama's "friendly" treatment, this stubborn brat finally learned his lesson, and tears streamed down his face like pearls from a broken string.

Because the person who made the sound just now was, surprisingly, a kid who didn't look very old, but was unusually mature.

Gamblers and horse racing enthusiasts from all over the world gather here.

What no one knew was that the infamous "Heaven and Tyrant" of the sorcery world was a complete jinx.

He cursed under his breath, "This is bad."

"If you hadn't talked so much, this situation wouldn't have happened."

Disrespected by this brat, Fuheishen's anger, which had just been suppressed, was starting to rise again. He looked as if he wanted to roll up his sleeves and go over to teach him a lesson.

"Being with a money-loser like you will lower my luck."

Fu Heishen immediately lost interest and waved his hand dismissively, telling him to get lost.

Fuheshen'er was also quite angry after being provoked by him repeatedly.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to tame such a cocky brat so well. It was obvious that he was about to pee his pants from fear and felt that his life was really threatened, which is why he told the whole story.

The boss had previously told him not to stoop to the level of a brat.

This unusual scene turned the kid's face deathly pale.

Do you really think that the "Heavenly Tyrant" who has caused such a stir in the world of sorcery is a pushover? If you really anger him, killing people in a fit of rage is an easy thing for him.

"Boss, I have a feeling we're going to win today."

He confidently declared in front of the boss that number nine would definitely win, only to be ridiculed. How could he possibly tolerate that?

"You actually want to vote for number nine? That's hilarious."

That guy said some really hurtful things, that he doesn't want to have any contact with you except for work-related matters.

That's the gate of the Kamo family. Just because you can see that gate doesn't mean that's Kamo family territory. It doesn't mean that the area within a dozen kilometers is their sphere of influence.

Kenmei Isayama pondered for a moment, then spoke in a tone as casual as if he had just decided what to have for dinner.

When Broccoli Imp felt the restraints on his body completely disappear, he slumped to the ground, feeling as if he had lost all his bones, his entire body soaked in cold sweat.

Wet.

So it turns out to be the Panxing Cult, which Isayama Kenmei had already warned once.

But no matter how hard they racked their brains, they could never have known that Fukuro Shige was actually a man of Isayama Kenmei.

So this time, it was a rare opportunity to lure the boss out, giving Fuheishen a rare feeling of hanging out with friends, and he had to be treated well.

When Isayama Kenmei heard this guy start talking incoherently and vaguely, he was stunned.

However, whether his rudimentary skills are comparable to those of an apprentice sorcerer is debatable.

Just as Kinji, panting heavily, was still thankful that he had escaped death, the devil's voice rang in his ears again.

"Ha ha ha ha."

There is no such thing.

Fuheshel, who was standing nearby, curiously peeked over and understood after just one look.

"Forget it, even an old man like you chose number nine. That just shows your taste isn't very good."

"You're a sorcerer too, aren't you?"

"Who knows."

"What?"

Broccoli, the little brat, was quite unhappy after being mocked by Fuhei Shen'er, and his face turned as black as charcoal in anger.

"And you said you'd take me to a thrilling and exciting place, and this is all I got?"

This man's luck was almost the worst, just like his bumpy fate.

"You can choose any of the other riders you like, but I will only choose number nine."

With a smile, Kenmei Isayama patted Kinji's head, pressing down several florets of broccoli with the force of his hand.

"Do it properly for me."

As for his height, he should be considered outstanding among his peers, probably around 1.7 meters tall.

"I enjoy the fun of it."

"Nine, I feel like my lucky number today is nine."

"What did you say, you wretched brat?"

"How so."

"It's true that you have parents who give birth to you, but no parents who care for you."

But before Isayama Kenmei could speak, laughter came from not far away. The laughter was very unrestrained, and it felt like it was mocking Fushiguro Jinji.

Kenmei Isayama's face was also quite fierce, with the corners of his mouth curved and slightly upturned.

"You've barely even gotten the money in your hands before coming here. I really don't know what you're thinking."

He now uses magic to construct a fake mask that looks exactly like a real one when worn, so he can appear in public alongside the infamous "Heaven and Tyrant," who is practically a walking advertisement.

Fuhe Shen'er finally understood one thing: "Never mess with the boss."

And are those eyelashes glued on? They look so funny.

Kenmei Isayama suddenly became interested in the brat and stopped Fushiguro Jinji from doing so.

The racetrack where Fushiguro and Kenmei Isayama are located has an annual turnover of 200 to 400 billion US dollars.

Of course, the most important thing is having money in your pocket. With that, Fuheishener has confidence and can speak eloquently.

"No matter what you choose, it's at least a better chance of winning than number nine."

You have both a son and a daughter, have you ever even seen them?

Isn't this just irony?

"And that form you're holding, do you think you can fill it out, kid? Get your parents to do it."

Fuheishen's face turned as black as charcoal after being so humiliated, which showed that he was in a very bad mood.

Kenmei Isayama stopped the boy about two feet away from him. However, his telekinetic energy did not break the bondage around the boy; it still held him firmly in its grasp.

Kenmei Isayama also noticed the black-haired kid, who was holding something that looked like a lottery ticket in one hand and a pencil in the other, as if he were filling out a lottery form.

Kenmei Isayama urged Fukuro to calm down.

"You don't feel bad about wasting the Panxing Sect's dirty money, do you?"

"Hmph, I would never use magic on an adult like you who would even use it on a helpless child like me."

"Pah, you old gambling dog."

The guy sitting next to Kenmei Isayama was wearing black slippers and black casual clothes.

A shirt paired with cropped pants makes him look like an old man, but he looks quite dashing with his legs crossed.

He delegated the task to his subordinates; the process didn't matter. Isayama Kenmei only cared about the result.

Despite having decided to make gambling his life goal, Kinji is now facing unprecedented turmoil and is trembling with fear.

"Boss, don't be so murderous at such a young age."

Actually, it also carries a slightly different meaning: Fuheishener has always been a loner and a very boring man.

In reality, this was just Fuheshen's sophistry, made to save face in front of his boss.

"That's terrible, they must have messed with someone they shouldn't have."

"Adults these days, really..."

This truly reflects the saying, "The worse you are, the more you love to play." The more Fuheishen loses, the more he wants to make money from this game.

"Let's take the outcome of this equestrian competition as the dividing line."

Especially Fu Heishen'er, who was just full of murderous intent, suddenly seemed incredibly stupid for making such a big deal out of something like this.

Then Kenmei Isayama followed Fukuro Shige to this place, where he was presented with a standard oval track that was 1600 meters long and 22 meters wide. This length and width were strictly in accordance with the International Federation of Horseracing Associations' regulations of 7.27:1.

Upon hearing this mocking laugh, Fuheishen's confident expression immediately turned as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

Fukugoro was blind, so he didn't know, but Kenmei Isayama could see it very clearly: the curse power in this little devil was beyond the limits for a little devil of his age.

"Bet on horses is not a frivolous thing."

He was wearing a hoodie, but his hairstyle was quite distinctive.

That's all I could say. Should I praise him for his ambition?

"I think this is a great place where you can relax both mentally and physically, and get stimulation for your senses."

"By the way, kid, do you want to make a bet with me?"

Fuheshchen was at a loss for words upon witnessing this scene.

"Kid, you keep talking about your luck, your luck, you keep talking about luck all the time."

Only sorcerers could possibly inflict such terrible suffering on mortals; they are almost powerless against a sorcerer with malicious intent.

Betting on horse races involves placing bets on your favorite horses and drivers during a horse race. You can place bets on the first, second, or third place finishers, and if you guess correctly, you'll receive a payout.

In fact, at the beginning, when Vuheshel learned that his mission conflicted with his boss's mission.

"God of Gamblers, which number would you like to bet on today?"

"How can a horse that has only been participating in the race for a month compete with other racehorses?"

Seeing that he struggled desperately but could not break free of his restraints, Kenmei Isayama's smile widened.

Isayama Kenmei spits on the way