Chapter 364 Game: The Number of Truth and False

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"And I... answer your call."

A soft, soft voice sounded in the thick fog.

A rotten man in a white robe and a white crown, with a mysterious smile that seems to be absent from the corner of his mouth.

"I'm sorry, His Highness Dmitri...and, the respected His Majesty Annan—oh, are you still His Highness?"

He said in a strange voice, and made an exaggerated salute to Annan.

Annan's pupils were deep and dark, without any response.

The eyes like a puppet stared at him coldly.

——This is different from the nightmare he saw before.

The rotten man came here with undisguised malice from the very beginning. This is probably the part where the difficulty of the nightmare is increased due to the distortion.

And in the face of the malice of the rotten man.

"Dmitri" did not fear, and raised his right arm holding the knife horizontally, blocking Annan behind him.

He put his left hand in his pocket, raised his head, and looked at the rotten man without fear.

Even under the watchful eyes of the rotten man, "Dmitry" still didn't have much fear in his eyes. That icy gaze was filled with very obvious resistance and disgust.

"—Speak up if you have something to say."

"Dmitry" said calmly, "Don't scare him."

"Ah, yes, yes. Of course."

The rotten man clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "That's really rude, two great highnesses."

Although he said so, he didn't show any apologies.

"Then let's gamble, rotten man."

"Dmitry" said without hesitation: "Use my royal blood to bet with you and exchange the power of the undead."

"OK."

The rotten man said briskly, "What are you betting on? How do you bet?"

Although His eyes were blocked, laughter and malice were almost overflowing.

"Just follow the rules of the Thousand Faces Magic Tower."

"Dmitry" simply replied: "Two wins in three rounds, only use the things in this room for betting."

He didn't carefully say a lot of meaningless details like Thirteen Xiang.

But the rotten man agreed without hesitation: "Okay..."

He replied softly.

He didn't say a lot of offensive words like before, and his tone was as friendly as that of pre-sales customer service.

Although I can't see his eyes.

But Annan could feel that the rotten husband seemed to be serious this time. As a result, Shisanxiang and Husky couldn't make full use of their previous experience in attacking this nightmare.

"Then the first game... who will come first?"

"I come."

Without waiting for Annan's response, "Dmitry" responded immediately.

"it is good."

The rotten husband also nodded and agreed.

"Then, let's bet on something simple."

He said with a smile, and pointed to Annan: "Your brother Annan...is he in this room?"

"If you want to take the opportunity to hurt Annan, this ceremony will end now."

"Dmitry" replied without hesitation: "I will not treat Annan as a prop."

Annan just reached out and grabbed Dmitri's cuff, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, listen to what he has to say first."

"It's very simple. I won't hurt Annan. I won't hurt anyone..."

The rotten man took a deep breath and smiled kindly: "You said, use the rules of the Thousand Faces Tower. And this is also the gambling content commonly used by the Thousand Faces Tower."

As he spoke, he picked up a deck of cards.

"The cards of this deck are from one to thirteen. We count the clown and the big clown as fourteen and fifteen, so we have fifteen cards."

The rotten man picked out fifteen cards and handed them to Annan.

He patted Annan's head, squeezed his throat like a kindergarten aunt, and said in a soft voice: "So kid~ Please pick three cards from here. Remember not to say the cards you picked out Oh."

Annan glanced at "Dmitry".

He didn't even look at the rotten man, and quietly selected three cards from among them.

"Okay!"

The rotten man smiled and said, "Then we have three special cards in our hands—the cards chosen by His Royal Highness Annan himself."

He turned around and asked "Dmitry" a question.

"Then, Your Highness Dmitry. Let me first ask you a question respectfully..."

His voice became slightly lower.

The atmosphere gradually became dull, and the surrounding space became quiet—all sounds were wiped out by the "fragrance" of the rotten man.

In other words, it is a kind of aroma that makes people "cannot hear the sound".

But the voice of the rotten man penetrated through this fragrance, and sounded in the heart of "Dmitry":

"What do you think... what are the three most important elements of being a king?"

Looking at the face of the rotten man who seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Dmitry" lowered the silver ritual knife he was holding slightly.

He looked at the rotten man without any hesitation or fear.

"King? Anything like that is fine..."

In the clear and cold pupils of "Dmitry", there is an undisguised killing intent: "Even if I need to wear the crown, I will not be arrogant because of it; even if I need to take off the crown, I will not be arrogant because of it." And remorse.

"Even if I had to give the crown to someone else, I wouldn't miss it."

He raised his hand and pointed the silver ritual knife at the rotten man.

The corner of the mouth raised slightly, revealing a cruel arc:

"The so-called kingship—it's like this knife. It's just one of the thousands of tools in the world."

"Although I like your answer very much. But it's not polite to point such a dangerous thing at an old man like me."

The rotten man replied with a smile.

The next moment, the silver knife melted into mud like the rose-colored flame before.

And the pupils of "Dmitry" suddenly tightened.

He clearly felt that there seemed to be some extremely cold and viscous liquid, crawling up his spine from his back and slowly crawling upwards.

But he didn't waver in the slightest.

He still held his head proudly, staring at the rotten man, without retreating or trembling. Not even the smile on his lips faded.

"Tsk."

The rotten man smacked his lips in disappointment.

The next moment, the surrounding world suddenly went dark.

"Dmitri" fell into the unusually quaintly decorated temple building.

"I won't force you with things like life and death. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose. I just want to prove something to you..."

The rotten man keeps pulling out a stack of cards and placing them on top of the deck. While shuffling the cards, he said slowly, "It proves that you... don't know Annan that well."

The rotten man grinned, revealing a bright smile.

He said, turning the cards over. Reach out and touch the board.

It was like a brand new set of playing cards arranged in four suits from small to large.

"Fifty-four cards. Of course, we don't count suits."

As the rotten man's voice fell, nearly three quarters of the card disappeared.

There are only thirteen [Holy Grail] cards left, plus the Joker and Joker.

"It's a very simple game. Among the fifteen cards, three have been marked by His Royal Highness Annan, which is a one-fifth probability."

The rotten man smiled and said: "Then, you can draw five cards arbitrarily. As long as the last card contains a card marked by His Royal Highness Annan, you will be considered victorious... Is it very probabilistic? It doesn't matter whether you want to win or lose. Simple.

"But on the contrary, if there are zero cards or more than one, I will win. But I will not tell you how many 'marks' you have drawn. In the end, whether you win or lose, I will tell you The five secrets of His Highness Annan. There are truths and lies. The number of lies is the same as the number of tokens you draw.

"Isn't it... a very fair and interesting game?"

The corner of the rotten man's mouth rose.

Showing undisguised malice.

Kafni, who played "Dmitry", narrowed her eyes slightly.

"—a bet."

she replied.