The Villain Saint is my secondary account

This dice game is not complicated. One side places three dice in a cup-shaped dice cup, and the other side guesses whether the sum of the three dice is "big" or "small".

Generally speaking, a sum of three to ten is considered "small," and eleven to eighteen is considered "big." With a one-in-half probability of guessing correctly, it can be said to be a balanced and simple betting game.

Amidst the clamor and jeering of a group of noble youths, Lu Fan casually grabbed three dice and covered them under the dice cup.

He didn't do any fancy tossing tricks; he simply placed the dice cup on the table, shook it casually a few times, and then withdrew his hand.

"it's your turn."

Is this over?

The onlookers, including Ye Xiao, were all confused.

Even if they don't perform any earth-shattering moves, they should at least show some fancy skills, right?

Why bother bringing this guy on just by shaking it casually?

This made even the nobleman Morek, whom Lu Fan had invited, feel insecure. He whispered to his henchman, "...Hey, are you sure you didn't pick the wrong person?"

The younger brother could only nod blankly and reply in a low voice, "Yes... that's the one the people over there gave us?"

Morek's expression shifted between light and dark, but the game had already begun, and he had already appointed his agent, so he had to keep his thoughts to himself.

He could only secretly pray that Lu Fan really did have something.

Meanwhile, Pierberg nervously grabbed Ye Xiao's shoulder, "Brother Kalon, should we... should we choose the big one or the small one?"

"Um……"

At this moment, Ye Xiao was thinking about whether or not he should let Pierberg win.

Once tonight is over, he can go back to Loren in his yo-yo. Directly losing might exacerbate the internal conflicts within the Duchy's camp. Planting some seeds of conflict might actually be a good thing.

However, if this can be used to gain the trust of Pierberg and General Doppler, the identity of Kalon might be able to play an even greater role.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Xiao finally decided to win this round.

As a Grandmaster-level swordsman, Ye Xiao possesses the extremely powerful perception skill "Mind's Eye." With his attributes being greatly enhanced, his perception ability far surpasses that of other swordsmen of the same level.

Therefore, he can deduce the movement of the dice inside the cup by the airflow, sound, and even the slight vibrations from the table.

Of course, this isn't 100% accurate, since the level of perception is too subtle. Ye Xiao can only achieve an accuracy rate of about 70-80%, which is why he can't guarantee that he'll win every time he bets.

However, if Ye Xiao still doesn't guess correctly even with an 80% accuracy rate, there's nothing he can do; it's just that Pierberg is unlucky.

"Let's guess big, Mr. Pierberg."

Ye Xiao and Pierberg said.

"Are you... really sure you want to choose this, Brother Kalon?"

Pierberg's voice was trembling.

Perhaps seeing that Ye Xiao didn't seem nervous, Pierberg grabbed Ye Xiao's shoulders and shook him again.

"Brother Kalon, you really need to think this over carefully, it concerns my future!"

The thought that if he were to lose here and end up in prison, General De Solon, with his scoundrel nature, would definitely not let him off easily.

Even if he were the son of a member of the House of Commons, if he lost all his military achievements and returned in disgrace after causing trouble while gambling with dice during the Eastern Expedition, he would likely ruin his entire future.

As he said, the duchy only cares about its own interests, and his brothers and sisters will only take the opportunity to suppress him. If he, as an heir, has no value to his father, he will eventually be abandoned like a stray dog.

Thinking about this, Pierberg felt his hands and feet turn cold, and his breathing became heavier.

"Well... I was just guessing, I can't guarantee I'll win. I can only say that if it were me, I would definitely choose big."

Ye Xiao curled his lips. If this guy was so afraid, he shouldn't have agreed to the bet in the first place.

"Okay...okay! I believe you, Brother Kalon!"

Spielberg broke out in a cold sweat; he had never felt that a dice game could so grip his nerves.

He clenched and unclenched his fist repeatedly, finally pushing the symbolic chip into the square marked "Big" on the tablecloth.

"big!"

Having placed his bet, Lu Fan glanced at Miss Windsor, who was in charge of hosting the event, and asked for her permission.

The latter smiled slightly and nodded at him.

"Open it."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lu Fan picked up the wooden cup covering the dice.

Although it was only for a moment, Ye Xiao keenly sensed that a slight breeze seemed to flow out the instant the wooden cup was lifted.

Three dice are placed on the table, labeled "three", "three", and "four".

Although it was by a hair's breadth, it was a small mistake; Pierberg bet on the wrong horse.

Morek stared wide-eyed at the dice, mentally calculating several times before suddenly jumping up from his chair.

"Ten o'clock!!! Pierberg, you idiot, see if you don't die soon, hahaha!!!"

But he immediately realized he had lost his composure and stopped talking.

To make a good impression on Miss Windsor and Saint Tanya, he stood up straight and elegantly straightened his clothes.

"Ha, Pierberg, is there anything else you want to say?"

Around him, his group of henchmen burst into laughter, while Pierberg, in stark contrast, stared at the three dice with a deathly pale face, remaining silent for a long time.

He... guessed wrong?

Baron Caron guessed wrong?

I've won so many times before, why did it have to be this time...?

Why did he have to guess wrong this time of all?!

Chapter Thirty-Six: A Plan to Reverse the Tide

“It seems… I’ve won this time, Tanya.”

Miss Windsor gave Tanya a somewhat haughty nod of her chin.

"Yes, Miss Windsor's judgment of people is always as accurate as ever."

Tanya smiled gently.

Windsor found the lukewarm response somewhat uninteresting, but since it was just a game for them, she casually glanced at the dejected Pielberg and gave a wry smile to the guard beside her.

"Ugh, it's still so boring. Let's just drag that guy away."

"Wait...no!!!"

Pierberg instinctively grabbed the edge of the table, but two guards had already grabbed his shoulders from behind and dragged him off the table.

He was dragged to the ground like a dead pig, knocking over chairs and bottles, and scattering chips all over the floor.

Several noblemen who were originally with him subconsciously stepped aside, none of them daring to go up and pull Pielberg at this moment.

"Doppler, now you can't deny it anymore."

General De Solon grinned, his heart pounding with delight at Doppler's constipated expression.

If he might have hesitated to go too far with Pierberg before because of Pierberg's background, now, with Miss Windsor's permission, he can act with complete impunity.

"Please help me, General!!!"

"Do not!!!"

Pierberg's screams echoed through the hall, but even Doppler was helpless in the face of the situation.

Miss Windsor's power was not something a mere squad leader like him could challenge. He had to accept his loss; it was just bad luck for Pielberg.

Amidst the commotion, only Ye Xiao sat silently at the table, staring at the three dice placed on it.

He actually guessed wrong?

how could be?

Ye Xiaoming felt that she heard it quite clearly this time.

Could it be that he missed the angle at which one of the dice hit the table?

Is it such a coincidence?

Ye Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the unnatural shift in Lu Fan's demeanor when he opened the dice cup.

Something's not right, that guy just cheated.

Could it be that some kind of wind-based magic was used? But if there were signs of manipulating magic power, it's impossible that so many people present, including those at the Saint rank, wouldn't have noticed.

However, to be honest, Pierberg's matter has little to do with him. He cheated, so he cheated. There's no need for him to stand up for a nobleman from the opposing camp.

Just as Ye Xiao was thinking this, a hand suddenly patted his arm.

It was Zhou Lixun, the taciturn spy chief, who was looking at Ye Xiao with his eyes fixed on her, his voice quite low, "Can we speak in private?"

What does this guy want from me?

Although Ye Xiao was a little surprised, he couldn't argue with this guy in front of so many people, so he could only walk with him to a corner away from the crowd.

"...Please help him out, consider it a favor I owe you."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Lixun spoke up as soon as he arrived at the side.

Dude, how can I help you with this?

Ye Xiao's lips twitched.

Firstly, he hadn't figured out Lu Fan's little tricks;

Secondly, even if he figured it out, could a country bumpkin baron really withstand the pressure from so many high-ranking officials of the duchy and demand a rematch?

He felt that if he dared to shout "Unfair, rematch!", Miss Windsor would probably have his head twisted off and used as a football on the spot.

"I know you're not an ordinary person."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Lixun whispered again, "Pilberg is an important member of our faction. He was framed, and this will have a huge impact on us going forward."

That's none of my business.

Ye Xiao really wanted to say that, but he still politely expressed that he couldn't help, "Mr. Zhou, it's not that I don't want to help, but my abilities are really limited..."

"...Have you ever heard of the name 'Company'?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Xiao paused for a beat.

“I don’t know who you are, but you’re definitely not Anshapkaron.”

Zhou Lixun's voice was low and deep.

“There are also factional conflicts within the company, and Pierberg is a key piece that our faction supports.”

"If you can help me rescue him, I can introduce you to the 'outpost'."

……ha???

So your background is that awesome? Then why don't you save yourself?

Ye Xiao was completely dumbfounded.

Is it really necessary? Just for a seemingly carefree aristocratic scion, they could push this guy of unknown identity to their own internal department.

"It's a bit complicated. If the people behind us make a move, the other side will take the same approach."

Zhou Lixun's gaze passed over Ye Xiao's shoulder and fell on Lu Fan, who was putting on his coat and preparing to leave the crowd. "This war is also a recruitment trial. Lu Fan is the person the other side wants to take advantage of to bring in the company."

"That's all I have to say. You can continue to pretend you don't understand, and I won't care. Just assume that Pierberg was really unlucky."

"But if you're interested, I look forward to your offer."

hiss……

It has to be said that this really put Ye Xiao in a bit of a dilemma.

Is the other party testing him? It seems unnecessary. After all, if they really wanted to mess with him, they could just call on everyone in the duchy to beat him up right now.

However, the details of this matter were indeed quite complicated and confusing, and Ye Xiao was unsure whether she should believe Zhou Lixun's words.

But this could be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to infiltrate the company.

The fact that the term "outpost" came from the other party's mouth at least indicates that Zhou Lixun belongs to a company player, and this situation is absolutely undeniable.