Chapter 11 Gambling

As the three professionals came, they all lowered their heads, as if avoiding their gazes.

Lan Wu narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the three high-level professionals who were said to be from the desert country of Lu Gaoyin. A barbarian, a mage and a paladin. A standard configuration of warriors, mages and priests.

The three were obviously used to this situation. They laughed loudly as if no one was around, walked to the table closest to the bar and tapped the table lightly. There were a total of four professionals at that table and could only swallow their anger and stand up to give up the table.

"Boss, serve the best beer." The barbarian slapped the table loudly and urged the boss to serve the beer.

A seventeen-year-old maid timidly brought three cups of beer. Just when she was about to leave early, the barbarian suddenly slapped her buttocks with one hand and laughed: "It feels good, much tighter than those women in Lu Gaoyin."

The little maid screamed, blushed and ran away with the plate in her arms, which made the barbarian laugh triumphantly again. The paladin was quite polite. He coughed twice and solemnly warned: "Glasgow, this is not a bar in Lugaoin. If you want to play with women, you can hire a rogue. They will be happy to accompany you. As long as you are willing to take them to Lugaoin."

Lan Wu was helpless. He had seen Flora's little hands clenched tightly. He patted Flora's little hands and winked, indicating not to be impulsive. Flora pursed her lips tightly and turned her head away obediently.

The barbarian named Glasgow was scolded by the paladin, and he drank a full glass of beer in one gulp without caring, looking around, and did not hide his contempt for the nearby professionals. Suddenly he saw Flora and shouted excitedly: "Hey, kid over there, your rogue is good. Is her skill in bed good?"

Flora was immediately furious. Before she could explode, Lan Wu suddenly stood up and smiled faintly: "Of course not bad, just like your mother."

With a chuckle, Flora laughed out loud. Her beautiful, clear eyes curved into a crescent moon, and she sipped her juice with a smile.

Glasgow was furious, slapped the table with a slap, stood up and roared: "Stupid boy, you have brought unnecessary trouble to yourself."

"Are you going to beat me up?" Lan Wu rubbed his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders: "We are all professionals, isn't it good to follow some rules?"

"Rules?" Glasgow laughed, raised his thick fist and shook it, and smiled maliciously: "This is the rule. I allow you to offer that Rogue as an apology for offending me."

"Why do barbarians pretend to be polite." Lan Wu curled his lips and sat down again.

This time, the other professionals almost couldn't help laughing out loud. Such a big man, imitating the tone of Paladins, mages and other polite people, is indeed full of a strong sense of disobedience.

Glasgow was so angry that his face turned black. He pulled out a two-handed axe from his space bag and roared angrily, "I'm going to kill you."

Lan Wu smiled at the furious barbarian and said lightly, "She and I are just employers. She is not my personal property. Are you sure you want me to give her to you as an apology?"

"It's too late now." Glasgow strode forward and laughed tyrannically, "I will break your hands and feet and let you see with your own eyes how I play with her."

"Sorry, I overestimated your IQ." Lan Wu looked at Glasgow who was striding forward with sympathy and sighed, "Even God can't save you now."

Glasgow laughed loudly, thinking that this weak professional was taking advantage of him verbally. He grinned and said, "That's right, even God can't save you..."

Before the sound fell, Glasgow suddenly felt an unmatched force surging from his back. He flew out under this strange force and knocked over more than a dozen tables.

"He's right." Kasha looked indifferent and strode towards Glasgow: "Even God can't save you now."

"Respected Lord Kasha." The paladin saw Kasha suddenly appear and hurriedly stood up to apologize: "Please forgive my companion. He just drank too much beer and was drunk."

"It's too late now." Kasha returned Glasgow's previous arrogance intact: "I will twist his hands and feet, and let you see with your own eyes how I kill him."

The paladin was speechless. He was just an ordinary high-level professional. Facing Kasha, a master who was enough to gain a foothold in the demon world, he had no way to do anything.

"Respected Lord Kasha." The mage who had never spoken suddenly stood up and saluted: "Humanity can no longer bear more losses. Please forgive his stupidity and ignorance for the sake of humanity."

Hearing this, Kasha slowed down his steps. She slowly turned her head, stared at the mage and snorted indifferently: "Why didn't you forgive a level 3 necromancer for the sake of humanity?"

"Glasgow was just trying to scare him." The mage remained calm and neither humble nor arrogant: "As both professionals, there is no conflict between us. This is just a little joke between Glasgow and the necromancer. Isn't he unharmed now?"

Kasha was speechless. Lan Wu was indeed unharmed at this time. She took a deep look at the mage and gave him a thumbs up: "You are very good. But I warn you. This is the Rogue Camp, under the protection of Kasha. Whoever dares to make trouble here. I will tear him apart with my own hands and throw him to feed those dirty fallen demons."

"As you wish, respected Lord Kasha." The mage saluted neither humble nor arrogant, with a faint smile on his lips.

Kasha snorted heavily, and then disappeared without a trace as if teleporting. The mage looked at Glasgow, who seemed to have fainted, and said lightly: "Get up, Glasgow. She is gone."

Glasgow got up from the ground in full view of everyone. He rubbed the back of his heart with lingering fear, and muttered in fear: "If my brother Navas was here, he would definitely kill this woman for me."

"Then your brother will also die in the hands of Kasha." The mage glanced at Glasgow indifferently: "Kasha in the devil world will ignore the agreement between strong men until he kills Navas. Otherwise, you think there are only four Why does Kasha, who is over ten levels, enjoy a good reputation among the five human strongholds?"

Glasgow choked and picked up the giant ax with his hands, muttering angrily: "One day I will surpass all the Kashas and kill them all."

Neither the mage nor the paladin paid attention to this simple-minded companion. They walked side by side to Lan Wu's table. The paladin looked solemn and issued a challenge solemnly.

"Although Glasgow was the first to contradict you, he is our companion after all. For the honor of my companion, I, the Paladin Rafford, challenge you. If we win. I allow you to give up this Rogge and let Glasgow play for a day. . If we lose, this wand with +3 damage amplification will be yours."

With that said, Rafford took out a golden staff from his space bag and slapped it in front of Lan Wu. He looked down at Lan Wu arrogantly and waited patiently for Lan Wu's reply.

"You said Kasha is just a title, not her real name? Can the most powerful Amazon inherit this title?" Lan Wu turned a blind eye to the two people in front of him and pulled Warrod to ask curiously.

"Of course." Warrod murmured, and then tried to change the subject: "He is challenging you."

"Well, I know." Lan Wu smiled, glanced up at Rafford, then looked back and shrugged: "They think I'm as stupid as you. Let them go. We can't let these poor people lose their only life." Have fun."

"You are insulting me." Rafford slapped the table hard with an angry look on his face: "I swear by the faith of the Paladin. If you don't apologize to me, I will use my sword and shield to wash away my shame myself."

"You are insulting the noble profession of Paladin." Lan Wu suddenly burst out loud, his voice even louder than that of Rafford: "It is your nature to bully the weak. I am just a level 3 necromancer. You are in your twenties. The tenth-level paladin challenged me. Am I stupid or are you stupid? Why did you fail when Lord Kasha was here just now? I gave you this opportunity and then came back to challenge me. If you are timid, I will chop off your head and give it to you.”

Rafford's face turned red and he wanted to retort, but when he thought about his previous performance in front of Kasha, he couldn't say anything. He hesitated and couldn't give a definite answer for a long time.

"You are right." The mage smiled faintly: "It is true that we have ignored this point. Then we can change it in another way, such as going out for adventure."

"Yes, you go and kill Andariel, and then you can openly declare that you have defeated the Level 3 Necromancer. That's amazing." Lan Wu sarcastically teased, "Please don't use your IQ. Measure everyone's intelligence. No one is stupider than you except your two companions."

The mage's face changed as he was pushed back. He took a deep look at Lan Wu and said approvingly: "I admit that I am not your opponent in the debate. I allow you to set the rules of challenge."

"Aren't you worried about me tampering with the rules?" Lan Wu looked at the mage with a smile, and then glanced at Rafford and Glasgow.

"This low-level area is not dangerous." The mage looked arrogant and sneered: "The demonic creatures outside Lugaoin City are much more powerful than Andariel. What else can we worry about? No, we are not worried about anything. Only I’m worried about whether you will keep your bet.”

"Is this the bet?" Lan Wu glanced sideways at the golden staff on the table.

"Of course, this bet is very reasonable." The mage smiled reservedly.

"You have never seen the world," Lan Wu muttered, took off his gloves, took off his ring and slapped it on the table. Just as he took his hand away, the ring suddenly flashed with dazzling golden light. In particular, the huge ruby ​​​​on the ring is even more shining, attracting the attention of many female professionals.

gold ring.

There were gasps of air all around. The explosion rate of magic equipment has always been pitifully low. Accessories and magic equipment are even more inhumanely low. Ordinary blue rings have rarely appeared. A gold ring suddenly appeared. This powerful visual impact was far beyond what a mere gold staff could match.

Lan Wu Shiran picked up the ring and put it on again, looking at the mage with a smile: "Change the bet a little. If I lose, this ring belongs to you. If I win... you can get the corresponding bet. "?"

The mage made no secret of his inner greed for this golden ring, and nodded in agreement almost without thinking: "I, Gros, accept your bet. My grandfather was the finance minister of His Majesty Jehain. You don't have to worry that I can't get it. Bet accordingly.”

Lan Wu smiled very happily: "Then let's see who has better luck and gets more magic equipment."

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