"Impossible...Impossible..."

It’s a pity that no matter how hard Luos can’t believe it, the result is the result.

"Then, the eldest master of the five-digit community, please follow the rules of the game and give me the reward." Noah's mouth slightly raised.

"It's Hermes' boots, don't try to cheat."

Upon hearing this, Luos's body trembled slightly.

Not only did he lose the sickle sword, but he even lost Hermes' boots?

Two very famous gifts inherited from ancestors were obtained by a noname?

Then, how can Perseus gain a foothold in the box?

If it is the rest of the reward, then if you lose, you will lose.

However, the scythe and boots are both the creators of Perseus, the legend of the community left by the famous hero Perseus.

If it is really lost in Luos's hands, it is conceivable what kind of infamy Luos will bear.

Under such an idea, Luos finally embarked on a path of no return.

"Wait...wait!" Luos shouted.

"I still have to bet! I still have to bet with you!"

Noah smiled when he heard Luos' words.

That smile seemed to be like everything was moving towards Noah's plan.

With this smile, Noah asked out loud.

"I don't care, but what are you going to bet this time?"

"I...I use this!" Luos took out the gift card and took out a helmet in the flash of the gift card.

"I will continue to bet on Hades' invisible helmet with this!"

"Okay!" Noah agreed without hesitation.

"I accept this game!"

So, a most suspenseless, incredible, and funny one-sided gamble unfolded quietly on the entire completely petrified field. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!