038. Crucible - 15

038. Crucible - 15

Cheating against a bunch of amateurs was going to be easy, I decided even as I watched the current dealer use the palm switch once again for the next bet, replacing weighed dice with normal dice for a few hands.

The palm switch was a simple trick in concept. Hold a pair of dice hidden in your hand, while grabbing the target dice on the ground, but put the initial set into the throwing cup instead.

Ordinarily, that trick requires incredibly nimble fingers, the kind that requires years of practice.

Things were a bit different in my new world. The dealer's fingers were nimbler than the professional illusionists back in my world, making the move almost trivial for him. Without my perception, I wouldn't have noticed it at least not at first.

He had some glaring problems, the kind that can't be overcome by finger speed. The first was the way he reached. It looked natural at first, but after a few repetitions, I could see that he was basically making the same move. At no point did the palm points upwards, even as a fist, the monotony enough to show the ordinary nature of the trick.

Another problem was the nonsensical bets, ignoring any sense of chance as he used his weighed dice to make improbable bets, just to win. They didn't seem to be very aware of the probabilities, and they were amateurs at best when it came to gambling, but still, it was a dangerous call.

Yet, the biggest problem was even simpler. He was winning too consistently. He wasn't betting on every hand, but any hand that he bet big, he was winning, which was already earning some suspicious gazes.

"Curses," I muttered as I lost another hand, abandoning three more denicas, which went to the steadily growing pile in front of the cheater.

That dealer wasn't the only one cheating as far as I could see, but he was the one who was cheating most smootest. Occasionally the dealer cup was passed on to others, changing the pace of the earning to others. Just not enough to change the pattern too much.

"Maybe you should try to keep it down a bit," Gert said, as the move emptied the pouch I had gotten from Silas completely, seemingly broken. His tone was soft, but the twitch around his neck was enough to show why he was concerned. He was afraid of a violent outburst.

"Don't worry, young man," I said as I laughed boisterously, looking like one of the cheerful losers. "Where's the fun in gambling if you don't start by losing the game? It only makes it more fun once I start winning," I said. "Now, I'll go get some more silver, and we can continue."

Distracted by my show, none of them noticed I was keeping my other hand in my pocket to avoid making any sound. I walked around the camp, looking for an opportunity, which came in the form of a small accident. Someone was having trouble pushing a stake down for his tent.

"Let me help you," I said, and used the opportunity to grab a bunch of rocks from the ground, and fill my pouch without anyone noticing. No one was following me, but at this point, I was already famous in the camp, enough that even filling a pouch with rocks required careful attention.

I still made a point to circle the section of our camp and noticed several people watching the Red, some wearing bands, the others not. Another sign that things would soon turn violent between the groups.

I walked toward Karak, who was looking at me questioningly. "Not a good game, but it's not a big problem," I said. I could see that he was curious about it, but not enough to actually bother speaking.

And I wasn't chatty enough to answer his unasked questions.

It was fun to have Karak accompany me, his silence rather calming pity the rest of the camp didn't agree to let me relax.

"One second," I said as I gestured to Karak and stopped, removed one of my boots, and used a sleight-of-hand trick to make it look like I pulled out a rock from my boot.

It was the simplest trick in the book to catch stalkers. I would have used it out of habit after a lifetime where assassination was a common threat, it was ingrained though I had already noticed one following me, from our section, sticking close. And the moment I stopped, he did, confirming that not only he was following me, but also doing so incompetently.

So did two others, one wearing a black band, the other with no band. However, Memory became useful in that aspect. I had a good sense for faces already, and enhanced to a near-supernatural level not as supernatural as Strength or Agility considering it only had a few points it didn't take long for me to identify him as belonging to the Greens.

Curious about how many people were following me, I decided to use a couple of other tricks. The easiest trick, one that I already applied, was to break the pattern. By suddenly stopping, I forced them to either stop and reveal, or continue.

Like any simple trick, it wouldn't be enough to trick anyone with even the slightest awareness of what they were doing. For them, I applied another trick. Rather than picking the easiest and most direct route toward our target inner camp, I took a large detour. "I want to see if there's anything useful, just in case," I explained to Karak when he looked questioningly but didn't explain anything more.

After a couple of suboptimal routes, we finally left the camp and started walking toward the inner camp. The road was crowded, but not crowded enough to hide the familiar faces of my followers.

Six in total, two wearing black bands but one of them actually belonging to the Greens and four without signs, one Red, one Green, and two Black; making a total of three Blacks and two Greens.

A nice number, and more than I expected to catch with two simple tricks. All they needed was to assign one to follow me in the camp, and one while traveling, and they would have avoided the problem.

I paid some attention to Karak, tracking his gaze to see he managed to identify four of the six followers. Not a bad number for an amateur. I chuckled even as I continued walking without a visible concern. I didn't have any trouble with having followers, especially since the road between the two camps was simply too open to launch any kind of attack.

Still, I made a note to get some spare clothes, maybe a ripped cloak, a hat, and maybe even a wig that could be used for some kind of quick change in case I had something I actually wanted to do.

A note for the future, I decided as I traversed the path behind Karak, enjoying the momentary silence