"Lost!"

Originally, these people who bought Cicele won were ecstatic when they saw Zhao Feng's long sword break, but they did not expect that Zhao Feng turned defeat into victory at the last moment and reversed the situation.

The huge psychological gap made them fall from heaven to hell. These people all stared at the scene on the stage and couldn't even speak. Including these nobles from the imperial capital, Delong, the Imperial Capital Branch President of the Mercenary Guild, and others, all had frustrated expressions on their faces.

At this time, the gamblers who lost the bet burst out with angrily scolding and crying. Only then did they accept the result of losing the bet.

"What a fate! My ten gold coins!"

"Damn it, it's really a waste of money."

"The guy from the Mercenary Guild is indeed a waste. If I had known this, I would have bought the Earl to win!"

Accompanied by complaints, waves of unbearable scolding came one after another. Those who won money smiled happily, while those who lost money were full of depression.

"waste!"

Seeing such a scene, these nobles from the imperial capital and Delong from the Mercenary Guild all left one after another, and no one was willing to look at the miserable Cicel in the stands.

Cicel was in great pain, and tears of sadness flowed from the corners of his eyes. At this time, he clenched his fists and wanted to stand up desperately. However, the severe pain from his chest made him unable to do anything.

"So failure tastes like this." Since his birth, the arrogant Cicele tried the taste of failure for the first time. Only then did he realize why the people he defeated were so painful at that time.

"Kill...kill me."

Cicel lay on the ground, vomiting blood suddenly, and said reluctantly to Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng took back Cicel's long sword and said, "Why do you want to kill you? Today I am in a good mood and don't want to kill anyone. Instead, I want to save you."

After saying that, Zhao Feng silently used the power of his physical strength to light, and a white light came out from his body and spread directly on Cicel.

"It's a healing technique, an authentic healing technique."

At this time, when Zhao Feng saw Zhao Feng use the healing technique that only the pastor could use in the Church of Light, there was another marvel at the scene. In this world, there were not many people who could have the ability of a pastor. And people like Zhao Feng who had both fighting spirit, used magic, and could use pastor spells were rarer than the dragon clan.

"If I had known this, I would have won the Earl!" At this time, seeing Zhao Feng's performance, many people at the scene beat their chests and stamped their feet, and regretted it.

A white light shrouded Cicel's body. At this time, he felt the wound was very painful. However, in order to maintain his face and demeanor, he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

As the white light slowly entered Cicel's body, his pain gradually decreased. Due to his strong body, he was not seriously injured.

After two or three minutes, Cicel was able to stand up. Although he looked a little weak, he was much stronger than his original weak appearance.

Zhao Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead at this time and said, "Okay, your injury should be almost healed."

A complicated expression appeared on Cicel's face and said coldly: "Don't think that I will be grateful to you. If you don't kill me, you will regret it. One day, I will defeat you and step on you under my feet."

"Okay, I'll wait." Zhao Feng said indifferently.

"Why let me go?" Cicele still didn't understand why Zhao Feng was willing to spare his life. After all, he was so aggressive and arrogant just now.

"Don't you want to conquer me?"

Zhao Feng said: "You go! I let you go because you are a man and acted very hard just now. Besides, I played very happily just now! This is the most refreshing time I have played in a month since I learned martial arts."

"What, a month?" Cicel said: "No, you have only been learning martial arts for a month? Then how could your fighting spirit be so powerful?"

Zhao Feng said: "It's just hard practice. You haven't found out about my background before, you should be very clear." He had already understood the small movements that Cicel had made.

"It's really like this!"

After fighting with Zhao Feng, Cicel had already ignored the information he had collected before. The information shows that Zhao Feng was only a bronze warrior at most.

However, after the fight, he realized that he was wrong.

"Oh, I'm too..."

Cicere sighed and said, "I will take back what I said just now. When I think about it now, I am still overestimating myself. Forget it, I should continue to pursue progress in martial arts."

At this time, his originally tall back was a little hunched, and he slowly walked downstairs. His back looked very desolate and looked very confused.

Zhao Feng raised the sword in his hand and said, "I forgot to take your sword!"

"No need!" Cicele's voice came from afar: "I can't even beat a person who has only been learning sword for a month. What qualifications are there to get a sword? When I am qualified to get a sword, I will come to ask you for something."

"Young Master." At this time, Victor came over panting and said, "Those who win money need to exchange money. There are too many people, and we are all too busy."

"I'll help you!"

Zhao Feng calmed down and said, "Tell Grandon of the auction house and asked him to help draw some people. Also, I would like to say to the owners of the grain stores and ask them to help. Tell me, how many people have won the money together?"

"About five thousand people!"

Zhao Feng heard the number and said, "It's indeed quite a lot. OK, concentrate all your strength and prepare to exchange the bets for winning money faster. Remember, be careful and don't make mistakes."

"good."

With Zhao Feng and Victor came to the Wangcai Gambling House. At this time, a long queue was already lined up outside the door. All the people who won the money were holding gambling tickets and preparing to redeem them.

"I'm really too busy." Seeing Victor come in, a person who looks like an accountant complained: "The odds change too much, and I can't calculate it for a while!"

Zhao Feng said: "Okay, you go down, I'll settle the score for you. Whoever follows me and report the numbers. Send a few more people to prepare to count the money and move the money."

As he said that, Zhao Feng picked up the gambling documents and casually reported how much money should be paid. At this time, the accountant immediately copied the numbers he mentioned in order to make the accounts.

"Thirty gold coins and twenty copper coins." Zhao Feng then reported the answer and said, "Next." His fast mental arithmetic ability made these people in the other world stunned.

After all, these people did not know the so-called multiplication formulas and mental arithmetic skills. And back then, Zhao Feng did some training in this area when he was bored in his spare time.

With his help, the casino's settlement system started to run quickly. Even so, it took nearly ten hours to settle the settlement.

Midway through, Bernice kept handing Zhao Feng water and wiping sweat, very considerate.

When it was late at night, Zhao Feng finally reported the last number. At this time, he was already exhausted and his throat was almost smoking.

The rest of the casino are also very hard-working.

However, when Victor calculated the profit, Zhao Feng felt that the hard work was not in vain. Two hundred thousand gold coins, a high-profit bet, made him smile.

That night, the entire Wangcai Gambling House was decorated with lights and everyone was happy. Zhao Feng specially ordered that good wine and meat be placed on a flowing table and the whole city had a big banquet for guests.
Chapter completed!