Chapter 136 3.58 Legendary Gambling Game (2)

Loki's eyes were red as he entered the battle state. If Ivar O'Sullivan hadn't arrived at the right time, Loki would have cut off Tifa's head on impulse.

At this time, Loki was no longer the young lord last year. Just 7 days ago, he even dared to pounce on the Old One "Leviathan" and fight for his life. Mortals were not worth mentioning in his eyes. He acted impulsively not because he wanted to protect his nominal wife, nor because of someone talking about his dead father.

At this moment, he just wanted to crush this beautiful head with force, nothing more.

But as his neck became cold, Loki looked down and found a cold bone blade across his neck. A strong sense of death crisis surged from the bone knife. Loki looked back and saw Ivar's smiling face.

"Izumo Trading Company is an honorable guest of my Conqueror's Fortress. I have no control over how the two of you fight in the river valley, but spraying blood in my Conqueror's Fortress is not a civilized behavior."

The blood color in front of him faded, Loki let go of Tifa Bernard's hair and kicked him to the corner. Clapping his hands lightly, he walked to Yuna's side and said stiffly: "Go home."

The two male favorites following Yuna are also considered the top gigolos in the Conqueror's Fortress. Beating up the lord's only son in the street, this kind of thing has never happened in this city. Yuna was also in shock and had just recovered from the surprise. Although her brother Tifa Bernard was a dandy, he had been the favorite son of Duke Bernard since he was a child.

After all, the little lord Loki still had to live under the wings of his father. Now that he beat Tifa like this, doesn't he have a trace of fear in his heart?

With her mind blank, Yuna followed Loki mechanically. Just as she was about to walk out of the gate of Izumo Trading Company, a steady voice came from behind her.

"Wait!"

The speaker was a tall and strong Viking man. There was a red skull tattoo on his bald head with a strand of hair, and two broad-bladed hatchets were inserted behind his back. This was a common outfit for Viking berserkers.

Loki had seen this man at the "wedding" with Yuna. He was the eldest son of Duke Bernard: Gustav Bernard.

"As a younger brother, teach your sister a lesson. This is an internal matter of my family! You are an outsider who doesn't know the situation and you attacked my people without authorization. Do you want to leave like this?"

"Haha!" Loki laughed instead of getting angry. "I won't leave. Do you want to taste my axe?!"

"Young and old men of Conqueror's Fortress, I am Loki Starrag from Hanshui Village! I believe many of you have heard of my name 'Blood Axe' Loki!"

"The summer night is hot and boring! Can you gather closer and form a human wall in the middle of this street! My brother-in-law and I will pull out our axes and chop each other until only one person can stand on the field!"

"This is the entertainment program for the Viking King tonight! How about it?!"

The two lords wielding axes to fight is the most favorite scene for Viking warriors. Cheers were heard all around, and even the O'Sullivan brothers and sisters smiled and stepped aside to enjoy the show.

Only Gustav, like his father, subconsciously took a step back when he heard the word "duel".

"Haha, if you feel scared, it doesn't matter if your balls tremble! I can let you and your guards fight me alone! Pull out your axe, let Odin witness our life and death!"

"Come on!"

Loki's fearless provocation made Gustav more worried. But things have progressed to this point, and he can no longer retreat.

"After all, this is the Conqueror's Fortress, a civilized place where my king's palace is located! Pulling out the axe and slashing in the street, isn't this a joke for the merchants from all countries in the shopping street!"

"Brother Loki really wants to compete, why don't we have a literary fight between merchants? The dispute between my brother and sister originated from several batches of silk, and we will use these silks as the bet."

As he spoke, Gustav pulled a wooden table from his side.

"You and I take turns to place bets on this table. The value of each round is estimated by Luochuan, the shopkeeper of Izumo Trading Company. After three rounds, whoever throws out the highest total value of property can take away everything on the table!"

"What do you think? Do you dare to compete?"

"If you don't dare, you can also join my cheap sister!"

Loki narrowed his eyes and looked at Gustav. His brother-in-law was obviously not as reckless as he looked. He perfectly inherited the calculating skills of Duke Bernard.

This man not only tactfully rejected his invitation to fight, but also used his own words to counterattack himself. There is quite a bit of ingenuity belonging to a cultured person in it.

"Okay, let's play!" Loki laughed and pulled a chair to sit opposite Gustav. The old shopkeeper of Izumo Trading Company, "Luochuan Chaofeng", stood between the two, while on the other side, O'Sullivan and his sister Meherantine sat in the first seat as witnesses.

When everyone's eyes were focused on the round table with a diameter of less than one meter, only Mohrandin glanced at Yuna standing behind Loki. When she saw Yuna's dress and slightly old skin, she smiled contemptuously and involuntarily straightened her chest.

The crowd of spectators immediately rushed into the Izumo Trading Company, surrounding the not-so-wide hall. Gustav showed a mysterious smile on his face and took out the first bet from his arms.

This thing was not big. It was a golden chain hanging a silver coin-sized golden buckle. After putting it on the table, Loki found that it was actually a small sundial with a very delicate structure. In the center of the buckle stood a pointer in the shape of an obelisk. When placed parallel to the table, the crystal cover on the top of the buckle would automatically pop open, and the sundial hidden in it would automatically pop out and tilt at a 45-degree angle.

The old shopkeeper with white hair and beard picked up this exquisite creation and placed it in front of his eyes. He first took out a magnifying glass to observe it carefully, and then took it to his nose and smelled it.

"This is a pure gold sundial from France, made by the 'Danti Mechanical Workshop'. If I'm not mistaken, it should have been purchased from the 'Danti' watch shop in Paris."

"Although this watch is exquisite, it was only made by an apprentice in the mechanical workshop and was not polished by Master Dante himself. This item is worth 220 dinar gold coins."

Loki nodded, and he asked the coachman beside him to get the balance of the money that Mehrandin had paid him from the carriage. When 300 gold coins fell on the round table with a clatter, the surrounding onlookers all made a rather disappointing booing sound.

"Brother Loki, you may not have participated in this kind of competition. Let me explain it to you briefly." Mehrandin noticed Loki's dilemma, moved his soft body close to him, and whispered in his ear.

"In this gambling game, all the coins must fit perfectly into this not-so-big round table. No more than 1 point."

"After three rounds, the area on the round table will get smaller and smaller. This is the time to test the financial resources of both parties. If you can't take out something that can fit into the round table without rolling to the ground after two rounds, you will be considered to have given up automatically. So pouring gold coins on the table to form a mountain is usually done by wealthy families to make things difficult for small families."

"After all, not everyone can take out small and valuable creations."

"Haha!" Loki laughed dryly, "Do you think I will lose?"

Mahrandin looked at him with shining eyes, not understanding where the lord of this small fishing village got such confidence. Loki smiled and shook his head.

He looked at the Tang shopkeeper beside him, and at the same time reached his big hand into his bag and touched the square seal that was ten centimeters square.