Merlin and Anthony were heading to William's casino. Along the way, the fat man looked less dull and his mouth was slightly opened and he had nothing to say.

"A long time ago, I also came here, and I was about the same age as you." Anthony's Adam's apple stirred up and down, and quietly glanced at the boy's delicate face. "She is also very beautiful."

Well, I've heard this sentence twice...

Merlin could already respond calmly to this: "Is that right? Thank you for your compliment. Uncle Anthony, where are we going this time?"

"Well..." Anthony was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "A casino, the uncle inside will protect you."

Merlin finally found a little rule in retrospective times and again. Things like what he does at this irrelevant time point will not have any impact on the course of history. At truly important time nodes, his every move is very likely to change the layout of the entire event.

What he has to do now is to return to the casino, prevent the missionary from getting William's magic sword, or to let him consume one of the remaining two chances of wishing in advance. The miracle must be paid at a corresponding price. If the space-time cover squeezed around the divine blood is broken out of thin air, it will probably consume only a lot of power.

The purpose of this missionary obtaining the magic sword was to split the dangerous and solid barrier and let the body of divine blood be exposed. With the assistance of his wishes, he could achieve his goal in the end. The wishes made by the missionary may be irresistible, but the wishes he could make were really limited. If he could not say the wish "I want the God of Didamo to obtain divine blood" in the end, maybe the line of time he had born could be linked to him instead of passing him.

The question comes to Merlin. How can this missionary make things difficult for him to obtain the magic sword? As a "legendary gambling star", William believes that it is very shameful to be a cheater, whether he is a scheming person or the people standing by him. If he uses some sub-scheming, he will definitely find it with William's strength. What's more important is that he has very few opportunities to participate in this gambling game. There are three gambling projects in total, and each one is held very fast.

Anthony sent Merlin to the door of the casino and smiled and touched Merlin's head: "It's this place, it seems that you are a very well-behaved child. I would like to remind you to try not to touch anything here unless you want your father to come here to repay the debt."

"Well, I get it." Merlin blinked, and did not continue to look at Anthony, and plunged into the quagmire of the casino without looking back.

Merlin now left an extremely mature impression on Anthony. I still remember the first time he was a little bit old and he didn't talk so well with him. The second time he was even more embarrassed, and he became a wooden man; and this time, he showed him in front of Anthony in a new posture.

After experiencing the same thing several times, you will become proficient in the way of doing things, which is also a last resort.

William was still so sloppy. Merlin tried to get close to him, but the lazy guy slept all day, as if he had never closed his eyes in his previous life. According to the timeline, during the third showdown between the missionary and William, he would let himself throw the coin. He was now able to control his muscles more accurately. Even the day before, he borrowed a chip from William's table and practiced in the bathroom.

Of course, there is a half-old gambler in front of the missionary. What is his name?

"—My name is Angora." It turns out that his name is this...

Time seemed to have changed in his eyes. Whether it was fast or slow, long or short, under his feelings, it turned into a span from one point to another. The linear time from front to back no longer exists, and it was replaced by numbness, and occasionally it would flash colorful black curtains.

In the end, William wanted Angora and him to have a rock-scissor. He actually remembered what the other party had in the first time. He should have made a cloth so that he could beat the fat elderly man who was not scattered.

He gave the cloth according to the established ending. He clearly saw the other party's hand with a huge sea blue gem, and it also showed that he had won. The other party seemed very depressed and he didn't feel the mood to comfort him.

Angola was gone, and even though Merlin knew that he was relieved in the end, he was relieved with a kind of almost mocking sadness. From this point of view, he was a child of five or six, six or seven years old, even a fat man who lost and lost. He did not have the right to be relieved, and the fate and responsibility he had inexplicably carried would definitely make him suffer. No one would understand himself.

Merlin was not qualified to be sad. He stared at the missionary appearing from the top of the mountain area, walked up quickly, and had a bet with William.

This guy still looked calm and gentle. It seemed that in his opinion, playing this kind of game had delayed his action. If it weren't for the etiquette, Merlin suspected that he could just snatch the magic sword and run away.

William was stunned when he heard the missionary saying that he wanted the sword in his hand, and then threw the sword in his hand to his neck, but the sword had been pulled out of the scabbard.

He immediately sat back to his position, his eyelids half raised, but his whole body showed an unparalleled sense of oppression, and his mouth slowly opened: "What is your bet?"

And the other party's answer was: My all.

The first game was absolutely impossible to make a thousand, because a child as old as Merlin could not carry such a large metal vessel full of dice. He had to watch the other party say a hundred, and the handwriting on the dice was exactly one hundred.

William's smile froze slightly. Merlin held his hands together, holding his upper lip, and dispelled the idea of ​​making a thousand in the next gambling event in his heart. Merlin couldn't get the cards at all. The cards he used when drawing ghost cards were automatically manipulated and distributed to everyone in magic. What tricks could it be strange.

While the two were touching the full card, the missionary admitted his victory openly. He was full of pairs, and William was just given a ghost card.

"I always feel like you know I will lose, but I'm not surprised." William raised his eyebrows. He actually dared to joke with him at this time. However, this also shows from another aspect that his eyesight and the feeling of knowing people are so good.

If he hadn't been fooled by the so-called fate, he could have believed that the missionary would not have beaten William in a game project. At first Merlin foolishly thought that William won most of the bets because he was lucky.

Before he could come back to his senses, Merlin was already holding a heavy gold coin in his hand.

"Front." A contemptuous gloss flashed in the preacher's eyes. He seemed to have made a very firm judgment on the result of the game.

Is it still the same as before... Merlin raised his eyebrows, carefully experiencing the texture and weight of the coin, and his muscles were quickly agitating. He had been practicing for a night, so why can't he cast a negative shot now?

Merlin's whole body was trembling, and the pressure shot from all directions made him feel a little panicked. This was caused by the power of fate in the missionary's chest, and it would make everyone around him act according to the missionary's expectations.

But this impact is limited! Merlin has already experienced it many times and has escaped from this image in most cases! He cannot defeat this time.

The contempt in the preacher's eyes disappeared quickly and turned into deep fear! The child in front of him was actually separated from the influence of the power of fate in the necklace and threw the coin upward according to his thoughts! Merlin pressed the coin at the intersection of his thumb and index finger, controlled the strength of his whole body, and pushed it upwards!

Ding! The coin is under force and makes a crisp sound in the air.

This coin will spin sixteen and one-third of the circle in the air before falling into his own hands, and the result at this time is the opposite.

Merlin's mouth smiled like a victory. No matter what, he would let the missionary's trump card show!

The other party obviously knew that the result might not happen as he hoped, and the missionary also felt a chill like a storm! He had to get this magic sword, otherwise he would not be able to get the divine blood needed by the "God of Didamo"!

The missionary hugged his hands with his chest, and tiny sweat oozed out of his skin, and he quickly said loudly:

[I hope I can win this game and get the magic sword.]

really......

Merlin opened his eyes wide, and the joy in his heart was about to appear on his face! At this moment, his nose suddenly itched, and a big sneeze instantly erupted along his mouth, in the middle of the gold coins falling from the air. The boy's hands just caught the falling gold coins. In a daze, he saw William's smile suddenly froze when he saw William's winning smile on his lips.

He opened the palm of his hand, and the dim light above his head hit the front of the gold coin, as if he had devalued this very valuable coin.

"You won." Since William lost, he had to admit defeat.

Merlin's sneeze made the coin turn one third of the more round in the air, and it turned to the top of the front that was originally below. Sometimes, luck is so hard to figure out.
Chapter completed!