Iya Continent: Card God

At first, no one paid attention to the games at this gambling table. Until victory smiled upon this gambler time and time again. Astonished and shocked gazes from throughout the casino converged on him.

"66554, Big! The dealer loses!"

"Lost again? How many times has this happened?"

"Twelve times now..."

"Who is this person? He's won twelve times in a row!"

The gamblers stared at Linta in astonishment. Linta had won twelve consecutive rounds of dice games, winning a total of 40 silver coins from the casino.

Lin Ta smiled, feigning composure. He'd cheated twelve times in a row without being caught—was it luck, or was it simply his superior skill? In any case, he should be grateful he hadn't been discovered. If he'd slipped up even once, it wouldn't have been as simple as having both hands chopped off.

Wow, making money this way is so easy! How much time did it take? 40 silver coins! Gambling truly is the fastest way to make money in the world.

The dealer, who was betting against Linta, was now sweating profusely. He dared not roll the dice with Linta anymore. Fearfully, he notified the casino staff, informing the manager, Kamai, of the situation. Kamai, who had been watching from above, remained vigilant for a moment.

After twelve rounds of gambling, he still couldn't figure out how Lintas cheated, and he felt somewhat disheartened.

"Is his gambling skill really that amazing?"

Carmah showed fear upon hearing this and quickly went to find the elephant Gary.

Gary the elephant listened calmly as Carmack recounted these events, and said indifferently, "He used magic?"

Carmack shook his head. "No, the casino's magic lamp hasn't changed."

The Magic-Sensing Lamp is a magical artifact that can detect the use of magic by a user. Once a user within a certain radius uses magic, the lamp will flash, and the light will be directed at the source of the magic. Of course, the emitted light is harmless. This is merely a tool used by underground casinos to deal with cheating users of magic.

However, Linta did not use magic.

Gary chuckled. "You've got some skills."

Cameron looked troubled and said, "Master, what should we do next? Should I go on stage? I'm afraid I..."

“Haha, do you think we casino owners are afraid of gamblers winning money? Let him gamble. Dice games have a limit on the amount; he won’t win much in one go. So what if he gambles until tomorrow?” Gary’s eyes turned fierce as he said this. “Tomorrow is the most important thing! After tomorrow, the casino will be gone. And we won’t be here anymore.”

Carma smiled warmly. "Master is absolutely right."

Gary said with a smile, "We just received intelligence that the minister from the capital has arrived."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The Vázquez family residence.

The patriarch, Brandon Vázquez, along with his family, was entertaining a minister who had come from the capital. This minister was no ordinary official; he was an important figure close to His Majesty the King, one of the people who could speak with the King most frequently.

Tim Vázquez, as the son of the family patriarch, was also forced to participate in the reception.

He followed behind his father, filled with despair.

He dared not utter a sound, dared not wander off. He had been playing peacefully with Bata and Eileen, planning to show them the celebrations of Sandel City the next day. Then, he was taken away by the family's spies. To make matters worse, he would most likely have to accompany his father and the Imperial Minister tomorrow. Thinking of all this, Tim could hardly smile.

"I could have come earlier, but I was afraid of disturbing Duke Brandon, so I delayed entering the city until today. I will leave after the celebration tomorrow," the minister said with a faint smile.

Brandon smiled and said, "It is an honor for our family to have you here. There is no need to trouble you. If you wish, you can stay here for a month."

The minister smiled and said, "Even if I dared to think that, His Majesty wouldn't allow it."

Tim listened to his father and the ministers' bureaucratic chatter, feeling utterly bored. He muttered to himself, "They don't need me here."

It wasn't until the minister said something that Tim noticed.

"Where is Duke Edward? I would like to pay him a visit."

Upon hearing this, the family members present all looked troubled.

The minister looked at Tim and asked with a smile, "Young Master Tim, you should know, right?"

Tim froze, unsure how to respond.

Brandon, the father, stepped forward and said, "Uncle Edward is not at home..."

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Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The night wind howled, and the waning moon rose.

Although it's not a celebration night, the city is already filled with a festive atmosphere. Many streets and buildings are twinkling with lights, illuminating the entire city.

Knight Captain Flame Fox Moke led a patrol of knights, patrolling back and forth in the streets related to the festival.

After the last lap, I'll go home to rest. After all, I have a whole day of work to do tomorrow.

"Aren't you going back yet, Moke?!"

The knight Siz, dressed in plain clothes, appeared at the intersection of the patrolling street, as if he had been waiting there on purpose.

Flame Fox Mok glanced coldly at Xiz and replied, "After this round, I'll go back."

“Really?” Siz said. “Then I’ll go with you.”

After saying that, he joined the patrol team of Flame Fox Moke.

Moke looked disgusted. "Tomorrow is the celebration. Why aren't you going back to rest? What are you pretending to be so diligent for?"

Siz chuckled and said, "I'd love to!"

Flame Fox Moke frowned but said nothing more.

After completing one patrol, the Cavaliers changed shifts and went home.

"Why are you still following me?" Moke asked Siz, who was following behind him, with a cold face.

Xiz said jokingly, "What do you mean 'following you'? Is this street your property? Can't I take this road home too?"

Moke said coldly, "Isn't this the road to your house?"

Siz: "I'd rather go this way! I like taking detours, is that okay?"

Flame Fox Moke stopped talking to the scoundrel and quickly headed home.

Siz quickly caught up.

Flame Fox Moke quickened his pace, releasing his magic, trying to shake off his opponent.

"Get rid of me? Humph!" Shiz retorted, accelerating his pursuit.

The two chased each other into the dark streets of the city, a place with sparse lights.

"Tch!" Siz suddenly stopped, his face showing annoyance. "This guy, he's not going home at all..."

Looking around, he couldn't find the direction where Moke had left.

"call!"

Suddenly, a high-level silver-rank magic attack came from behind.

Xiz tried to react, but it was too late. He felt a sharp pain in his neck, let out a wail, his vision blurred, and he collapsed.

The person who ambushed him was none other than the Flame Fox Knight, Mok Besson.

Moke looked coldly at the disdainful knight, "Getting in the way."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Underground casino.

All eyes in the casino, all the gamblers, were on Linta.

Linta has now won 300 silver coins! He hasn't lost a single game.

This created a winning streak in the underground casino history. Normally, if someone keeps winning in a casino, it will alert the manager, Cameron, who will use his superior gambling skills to defeat the opponent. If Cameron also loses, then Gary the Elephant will step in.

Since the birth of underground casinos, no one has ever won against Gary the Elephant in gambling. But today is strangely different. Manager Carmack hasn't made a move, and neither has Gary the Elephant.

This led the gamblers to say that the other party's gambling skills were too superb. Neither Cameron nor Gary could figure out his methods.

That's right, the suspicion that Linta cheated is already widely accepted.

However, the rules of underground casinos allow cheating, as long as you are not caught, it is not considered cheating.

"You guys play first, I'll rest for a bit. I'm going to the tavern to get something to eat."

Linta suddenly stopped gambling.

My mental energy is depleted and I'm exhausted. If I don't rest soon, I'm afraid someone will notice something's wrong.

The dealer breathed a sigh of relief, though he was on the verge of tears.

No one in the casino stopped him from leaving; they watched his retreating figure with fearful eyes.