Chapter 2135 [The Fool’s Story Lightning Strikes the Madman] (Additional update please vote!
After night fell, the sudden heavy snow showed no sign of stopping. When the falling snowflakes flashed under the light of the gas street lamp, this scene really made people feel like it was winter.
At the entrance of the House Club under Belindel's Big Ben, the motorcade with the family crest hanging had stopped. In the carriage carriage, the countess, who wore a white mink scarf due to the weather, handed the cards in her hand to Shade
:
"It is rumored that there are three very valuable Rhodes cards in this city. I originally planned to find them for you, but unfortunately I only got clues. Let's use this tonight. I wish you good luck with your cards."
These words also reminded Shade of the three cards. The out-of-town businessman who owned the three Rhodes cards was killed by the Black Hand Gang. If he remembered correctly, Mrs. Frey of the Parsifal Club also had clues, but he was temporarily
No time to investigate.
At this time, little Mia had been sent home by Shade in advance. In addition to Shade and the Witch, there were two maids in the carriage. There was a gas lamp on the top of the carriage, so it was not dark. As for what Miss Belindle handed over, of course, there were special rules
The card shows a thunder falling from the sky, hitting a person who seems to be dancing on the street.
Shade raised his eyebrows:
"[The Fool's Story·Thunder Strike Madman], with flower 4, throw out two 20-sided dice, and the sum of the two dice is less than 5 points, you can choose to reset the points of this card to zero. It's really interesting, it's actually [The Fool's Story]
series."
The witch smiled:
"What, are this series of playing cards special? I remember that the decks of this series were released fifty years ago. Although they have not been reprinted, they are not as rare as those truly ancient playing cards."
"The rarity of a card is not determined solely by time and the number of reprints. Among the cards in a series, the special series issued for commemoration are the most rarity. If I remember correctly, the [Fool's Story] series has a total of 54 cards.
The special rule cards include stories about real madmen and madmen, lightning strikes, arson, hiding in the mountains and forests, and poetry collections of madmen. It is said that this is the only series of cards issued to commemorate the founding of the Prophet Association."
Shade looked at the cards in his hand under the light above his head:
"Miss Belindel, do you know how important this card is to a real Rhodes player?"
In fact, looking at Shade's expression at this moment, the witch knew how important this card was to the men who played cards. She was extremely satisfied with the card she had spent a lot of money to acquire from other places, but on the surface she pretended not to care:
"I don't like playing cards, so just keep it. Remember, the most important thing tonight is not winning or losing, but getting the lost memory from Herman Wood. You and your friends have been in contact separately
After Freeman Hawthorne and Georgia Black, this is your last chance not to attract too much attention."
"I understand, I will definitely win, ahem, I mean I will definitely get the memory. Thank you very much for your generosity, Miss Belindle."
Shade sincerely expressed his gratitude, and the witch continued to pretend not to care and said:
"Then show me your abilities. Speaking of which, how many special cards do you have in your own deck?"
"The deck I'm using today only has yours for the time being."
Shade solemnly replaced [The Fool's Story: Thunderstrike Madman] into his backup deck, then smiled at the witch:
"Although I don't have the ability to win 37 million pounds with 20 pounds, but even if I only have half the cards left in my deck, no one here will be my opponent."
The lady with the fat-red mark between her eyebrows blinked. Although she was not sure what the man in front of her said, her smile was indeed very good-looking.
Tonight's card game is actually a social event for Belindle, Eddington and the Wood family to discuss matters. Although the card game is just an excuse, no one will take the initiative to admit defeat. As for the matter to be discussed, it seems that the city council is asking the authority to
Lundell applied for tax exemptions and exemptions for grain import and export, but Shade didn't care much about it. What he cared about was his opponents.
The manager of the club brought a maid in advance to greet the countess at the door. When the countess and the maid group entered the party hall on the third floor prepared for the meeting, Shade found that it looked like a Rhodes Casino.
The room is large but not divided into suites. A professional wooden gaming table with grooves for placing cards and bets is placed in the center of the room, and around the room are wine cabinets and sofa sets.
They were not the first to arrive. Baron Harry Wood and his party were already in the room. Baron Wood looked about forty years old, wearing glasses, and looked shrewd and cautious. Shade remembered his boss Anlos
The director said that the Wood family had actually been in contact with MI6 for a long time, so they looked at him a few more times.
Just as Miss Belindel introduced at the beginning, the Wood family participating in the card game was Herman Wood, the youngest son of the Baron. Shade had seen his photo from Mr. Bernhardt and didn't care much about his own.
The young man whose father is talking about—probably around twenty-three or fourteen years old—is sorting his deck at the table.
After hearing Miss Belindel introduce Shade's identity, Mr. Wood looked up and looked at him. Shade nodded politely, curious about what cards the other party was going to take as a bet.
Most of the local nobles knew that Countess Belindel seemed to like women and did not socialize with men very much, so the appearance of Shade was a little surprising to the strangers present. But what was even more surprising was Martin who arrived later.
·The candidates brought by Earl Eddington to participate in this card game:
"Viscount Belgra is familiar to everyone, and I am honored to invite him to participate in tonight's card game."
"Good evening, Count Belindel."
The champion of Ayutthaya Players 1850, a middle-aged man wearing a brown coat and a big beard, extended his hand to the blonde countess with bright eyes. But this time, he didn't even need the maid to stop him. He was just talking about cards with Herman Wood.
Sha De, who was formed, rushed over in one stride:
"Are you the champion of Dacheng Player 1850? Oh, I really didn't expect to meet you here."
"May I ask who you are."
The confused Viscount asked, so Miss Matilda introduced:
"This is the earl's distant cousin, who recently stayed at Belindle Manor. It happened that there was a card game tonight, so the earl took him out to see the world."
Earl Martin Eddington, who was in his 50s, also looked at Shade in surprise, recalling in his mind where the Belindel family found a "cousin" who looked like a Delarian.
The lighting in the room on the third floor of the club is very interesting. The chandelier above the round table in the center can illuminate the card table and the surroundings, but it can only illuminate the sofa set on the wall. The big shots are sitting on the sofa, and the dim floor lamp
The three people playing cards sat down at the table, as if the important thing tonight was the card game here, not the tariff issue to be discussed in the darkness behind them.
The grain tariff was secretly negotiated by Belindel, Eddington and Wood. On the one hand, Belindel was the most familiar with the nobles of the royal capital, the Eddington family had a lot of dock business, and the Wood family controlled the local farm lumberyard. On the other hand, it was also because
The three families were originally close allies in a sense.
Because the tariff issue involved a lot, Miss Belinder did not pay too much attention to the situation at the card table at first, but concentrated on dealing with the things in front of her. When it was almost eight o'clock, the snowflakes flying outside the window were still the same.
, but the two earls and one baron got answers that were satisfactory for the time being. The maid, Miss Matilda, handed the note of the conversation to the countess. She read it carefully and asked Eddington, who was sitting opposite,
Nodding with Wood, his mind finally focused on the man with his back turned to him.
There were not many people in the room. In addition to the six people playing cards and talking about things, personal servants, servants from the club and guards were also there. But most of the people were at the card table, so there was no need to worry about leaking the secret conversations of the nobles.
The information. And when Bella Belindel paid attention to the card table, she realized that the atmosphere tonight was completely different from before.
In the past, when we met for the purpose of playing cards, the conversation on the sofa was very quiet, the sound of playing cards at the card table under the light was not loud, and the servants and servants also had their own things to do. But this time
At this time, not only the maids and male servants, but also the guards standing by the window and the door, were all focused on looking in the direction of the card table.
"what happens?"
Miss Belindel thought in her mind and waved to Miss Matilda. The blonde maid then walked to the card table and quickly brought back the result:
"Miss, your cousin suggested that it would be too boring to bet on special cards at the beginning. Why not bet on a few other games first? There are three rounds in one game. For each game you lose, you will donate 3 eur to the church in the city tomorrow. Now."
She glanced at her master's expression:
"Mr. Herman Wood has lost 9 games, and Viscount Belgra has lost 3 games."
"What about him?"
"Not lost yet."
"I'm so sorry, young people always don't care about anything when they play cards."
The countess smiled and said to her old friends, while Earl Eddington and Baron Wood both said it didn't matter. Now that their matters were finished for the time being, there were only some small things left to confirm the details, so the three of them got up and came to the card.
At the table, stood behind their respective "players".
Of course, Shade noticed Miss Belindel standing behind him, but he did not look back, but focused on looking at his hand:
"Sun 9 and Flower 8."
The corner of his mouth curled up, and he raised his eyes to look at the other two people at the card table. Herman Wood's forehead was already sweating. He wiped the sweat with the handkerchief in his chest pocket and then placed the two cards next to the bottom card:
"Viscount, what do you think?"
Viscount Belgra was worthy of being a player in the Big City Player 1850, with a very strong psychological quality. He put his cards on the table with trembling hands, and then looked at Shade calmly.
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