Chapter 220

"Which one of the top brands of pink horses I haven't tried?"

Ding Laji's short body was standing on the chair, and he was frothing, and the guests at the nearby tables listened intently: "If you want to say which one tastes the best, it must be Tracy, with that figure... tsk tsk , but Tracy looks a little worse."

"The prettiest one is Amanda the elf, but it's a pity that she can't survive!"

Ding Laji shook his head regretfully, "Amanda has no professionalism. I have inquired. She has been in this industry for more than 80 years, and her skills are still poor. She is worse than a teenage girl. It is a waste of her time. A pretty face."

"Yeah..." Someone agreed.

"She doesn't want to go to bed with other women, and she can't stay overnight, bah!" A big-bodied prostitute patted the table to express his dissatisfaction.

A middle-aged man at the same table as Ding Laji said: "Who made her an elf? With this status alone, eight gold shields a night is still cheap."

A large group of men chatted in full swing, the wine in their hands never stopped, some of them got drunk, and they fought over which prostitute had the best skills, and almost didn't make a move.

Ding Laji seems to be an authoritative expert in this regard.

His eloquence is very good, and he can gain everyone's approval with a few words and settle disputes.

Ren was very interested in hearing this, and he walked slowly up to the third floor, which is the highest floor of the tavern. It is designed as an open platform with a wide view, and you can see the bustling pedestrians on the street. Not far away is the Giant Hammer Arena. The main entrance is the best location on the whole road.

There are a dozen tables on the platform, almost all of which are full.

Most of the customers are extraordinary people, they are either drinking and playing cards, or bragging and chatting.

Ren didn't want to contact Ding Laji, and was going to find an empty seat to sit down and rest, while continuing to search for the target with the eye of the soul.

"The witcher."

Ding Laji stopped talking, looked over suddenly, and shouted: "Please sit here."

Ren was sure he was calling himself, because he was the only one here who was a demon hunter, so he couldn't help being surprised. Could it be that Ding Laji saw something wrong?

He scanned the platform, but couldn't find an empty seat, so he could only go and sit down.

This table is on the edge of the railing, the best position, overlooking most of the street, besides Ding Laji, there is only one middle-aged man dressed as a mercenary, with black head and black hair, messy stubble on his chin, thin build, and With a ferocious appearance like a hungry wolf, a long sword hangs from his waist.

Ren glanced at him, this is a high-level Gale Demon Swordsman.

"Thanks."

Ren thanked in a deep voice, his face indifferent.

"You're welcome." Dinglage sat back on his chair, took a big gulp of spirits, grabbed a stack of magic cards and quickly shuffled them, and said comfortably, "Bolin, let's play another round. Lose all the panties."

"bring it on."

The high-level magic swordsman named Bolin snorted, "You pervert, you don't even let men's underwear go, stay away from me in the future."

The two played the All Souls card and ignored Rennes.

Ren called the waiter to order a glass of beer, his eyes fell on the street, and he continued to observe.

Soon, the game is over.

"Haha, give me the money!" Ding Laji laughed arrogantly, "I touched the corner of Lady Luck's skirt today, not only did I get a big deal, but my luck in playing cards also improved. No matter how I played, I could turn the tables, hahahaha ..."

"Shit luck!"

Reluctantly, Pauline took out two golden shields and threw them to Ding Laji: "One more game."

half an hour later.

"Damn it, are you cheating?" Pauline blushed. He had lost five or six games in a row, and he had already lost more than a dozen gold shields to Ding Laji.

Ding Laji shrugged his shoulders with a smug face: "I said I was lucky today, but you don't believe me."

"No more!" Pauline threw the cards on the table and began to drink.

Ren stood on the sidelines and remained silent. He could see very clearly that Ding Laji did not cheat. Reversed the situation and finally won money.

In the game of All Souls, the rules are complicated and the technique is very important.

But when the card skills have reached a very high level, the strength of the two sides is equal, and the quality of the cards is similar, the competition is not only about card skills, but also luck.

Sometimes a single card can turn the tables.

Pauline scolded him for cheating, but in fact he knew that his skills and luck were not as good as others, and he didn't really want to fight Ding Laji.

Judging from the state of their souls, they have a good relationship and can be regarded as close friends.

Ding Laji froze for a while, downed half a glass of wine in one breath, suddenly looked at Ren who was sitting next to him, and asked, "Witcher, what's your name?"

"Van Helsing." Ren replied succinctly.

"Can you play cards?" Ding Laji asked expectantly, "Would you like to play a few games with me?"

Ren was taken aback for a moment.

This guy took his own mission, instead of tracking down the necromancer, but sitting here drinking and playing cards, what is he doing?

The eyes of the soul went deep into Ding Laji's mind, and saw the state of his soul, in which an element was flickering, constantly running.

When Ren saw this element clearly, he suddenly felt stunned.

There was an expression of unknown meaning on his cold face, and he replied concisely: "I can play, but I have no cards."

"It's okay, I have a lot of spare cards, I can lend you a deck first." Ding Laji enthusiastically took out several stacks of cards from his pocket, about one or two hundred cards, many of which were blue cards. There are even two or three purple epic cards, all of which are obviously carefully collected by him.

"Okay." Ren didn't refuse.

Anyway, I'm idle, playing cards doesn't affect my detection of pedestrians, just keep staring.

To play a round of All Souls, each person needs at least sixty cards to form a deck, also called a pot. In each round, a card is drawn from the pot, put into the hand, and then played out.

Cards are divided into followers, equipment, spells, props, and weather according to their effects.

The rarer the card, the better the effect.

The rules of victory and defeat are very simple. Both sides play cards in turn. Players have an initial blood volume and are attacked by the opponent. Whoever can reduce the opponent's blood volume to zero first wins.

Ren is quite familiar with the All Souls card.

Last year at the Basil Hotel, he had seen Roger and Zoltan play too many rounds, and he had seen pigs run without eating pork.

And in the previous life, there were several similar card games, and he was no stranger to playing them.

While looking through Dinglage's deck, Rennes recalled Roger's deck. He had a good memory, and there were a few photos in his phone. He decided to learn a routine played by Roger.

In less than two minutes, he had selected sixty cards.

This deck is all composed of white common cards and blue rare cards. It looks mediocre and has no outstanding advantages, but it has a wide range of applications and can handle most situations. As long as it is played well, it will not be worse than those powerful decks. How many.

But the premise of playing well is that you are good at calculation and have extremely high requirements for memory.

You must remember every card of the opponent, the order in which the cards are played; what card may be the next time, and what the probability is, you must calculate clearly, and there must be no mistakes.

This gameplay is a test of skill and memory, and reduces the luck component.

Ding Laji looked at Ren's deck, but he didn't take it seriously, and couldn't wait to roll the dice.

"Wait a minute." Ren sat still.

"What's wrong?"

"How much is a game?" Ren asked. There is no non-gambler in playing All Souls, but the difference between big bets and small bets.

Ding Laji thought that Ren didn't want to play too much, and said, "I usually use two gold shields per game. If you think it's too much, you can reduce it to one gold shield, or thirty silver crowns."

"No," Ren shook his head, "Ten gold shields in one round."

Ding Laji's face was stunned. He always spent money lavishly, but rarely played such a big game in the game. He couldn't help hesitating, feeling a little bit surprised.

Ren didn't even have a card, so he should be a novice, but his expression was indifferent.

"Ten gold shields are also fine." Ding Laji gritted his teeth and agreed, believing in his luck today, even if a master-level poker player came, he would not be afraid.

Pauline, who was watching the play next to him, also became energetic and watched carefully.

The game has begun.

A few minutes later, Ren took out a blue card from his hand, placed it on the table in front of him, and said calmly, "I won."

"Ah?" Ding Laji was stunned for a moment before he realized it.

He scratched his messy hair, looking dazed, not understanding how he lost.

This round was really frustrating, and he was under the control of the opponent from the beginning to the end. It seemed that no matter what cards he played, he could always be predicted in advance by the opponent and prepared accordingly.

Even the powerful purple epic card was resolved.

"You play cards too well." Ding Laji forced a smile, already vigilant in his heart, this guy is at least a master level player!

Ren nodded in acquiescence and stretched out his hand.

Ding Laji reluctantly took out ten golden shields, and shouted unwillingly: "One more game."

"Yeah." Ren felt refreshed and reshuffled the cards.

His card skills can only be regarded as above-average, but he has a mutated mobile phone. Every card played by Ding Laji is recorded, and then compared with his deck. When he turns on the calculator, he can calculate the next card in an instant. The probability of drawing, as well as the opponent's hand and the possibility of playing cards.

With a card counter and a calculation plug-in, unless the luck is extremely bad, it is difficult to lose.

In the second game, Ding Laji lost even faster.

The process of losing was almost the same as the previous round, and the luck was even worse. I didn't draw the right cards, and I surrendered after less than three minutes.

"Come again." Ding Laji took out ten golden shields, with a look of unbelief.

Ren calmly collected the money, but he was already happy in his heart.

Playing cards is so much fun!

In less than half an hour, the two played five rounds, and Ryan won all of them, taking fifty gold shields from Ding Laji.

Ding Laji's heart was bleeding, but there was nothing he could do.

He lost miserably in every round. In the best one, luck was already on his side. The opponent had only a trace of blood left. He only needed to touch again to win, but this time it was as impossible to reach as a moat. , watching helplessly as his blood volume bottomed out.

He also tried to change the deck and use different card playing routines, but the result was the same, he still lost.

This demon hunter named Van Helsing only used a commoner deck from beginning to end. When playing cards, his face didn't change at all, and he couldn't guess his mind at all.

It was rare to meet such a strong poker player, Ding Laji was not discouraged, but aroused his competitive spirit.

He touched his empty wallet and wanted to play again, but found that he had no money.

"Uh..." Ding Laji said with a little embarrassment: "Let's play here for today, and next time, next time."

Ren guessed that he was out of money, but he was reluctant to let him go: "Twenty gold shields, sell the cards to me."

Of the sixty cards in his hand, none were particularly expensive, and the total value was less than ten gold shields. They could be bought at any branch of the Alchemy Association.

Anyway, the wool comes from the sheep, and the money to buy the cards can be collected from Ding Laji.

"Can."

Ding Laji was worrying about running out of money, so he sold the cards without hesitation and exchanged for twenty gold shields.

Ten minutes later, the twenty golden shields returned to Rennes.

With a sad face, Ding Laji poured the rest of the wine into his mouth, but almost choked himself.

"Hahaha..." Pauline, who had been watching for a long time, laughed and gloated, "I see that what you touched today was not the skirt of Lady Luck, but the son of Lady Fortune. Is it a pleasure to lose?"

He laughed so hard that he even burst into tears.

"Go away, stop laughing at me!"

Ding Laji scolded angrily, looked back at Ren, and couldn't help asking: "Fan Helsing, how do you play your cards, why do I always feel that I'm not close?"

Ren smiled faintly, and rarely said a long sentence: "Playing cards is not about skill, not luck."

Of course, it would be better to have a plug-in.

Ding Laji was very depressed, so he didn't say this.

Ren held the cards in his hand, flipped them up and down, shuffled them with one hand, looking dazzled, he finally realized the fun of playing cards.

Winning or losing is second to none. It feels so good to see the aggrieved expression of the opponent when winning!

It's a pity that Van Helsing's character design is reticent, otherwise it would be more enjoyable to mock while playing cards.

No wonder Roger and Zoltan would play cards day and night. Next time you see them, you must take a good look at them and see their card skills.

Ren felt that he was not satisfied, so he looked at Pauline, "Do you want to play?"

Pauline was a little moved, his hands were itchy, he thought about it and said: "Ten gold shields is too high, twenty silver crowns for a game, I will play with you."

"OK."

Ren nodded in agreement. He didn't really want to win a lot of money, as long as he could play cards.

Unknowingly, after dozens of games of poker, even though the stakes were small, Pauline still lost all his money. In so many rounds, he only had two lucky wins against Rennes, and he lost miserably in the others.

"No more, no more." Paulin put away his cards, his face pale from the loss.

Ren, however, was in high spirits and hadn't enjoyed himself yet.

He looked up and looked around. Most of the customers on the tavern platform had left, and the pedestrians on the street became rare. It was already late at night.

"Fuck, it's so late!" Ren's eyes froze, what were he doing out tonight?