But his verbal rebuttal obviously frustrates Lao, because the guards' hands are far stronger than his, and they hold him to death.

"That's right, it's you."

The soldiers in white robes shouted and dragged him out of the hotel.

"And you, if you find anyone who has watched last night's movie, report it immediately!"

After warning everyone in the tavern again, the palace guards left one person to continue in the tavern, while the others escorted the newly arrested suspect towards the military camp.

After staring at the remaining soldiers uneasily for a while, the discussion started again at the wine table.

"Don't arrest us? The prince may have taken the wrong medicine. No king of any country would allow what he just said."

"I know you're still talking, so shut up."

"U***, that's not something from a fairy tale book? It was you who mentioned it just now. Do you know what it is?"

"I only heard the temple priest say that."

While everyone was discussing, the tall man who had just trashed the prince and the queen drank all the wine in the glass and said to the others.

"If U***t wakes up... then the problem will no longer be with this prince. Moreover, the monster last night needs to dispatch U***t, which means that the city defense army cannot deal with him, so we have to worry about it.

My own family."

"You used to be a city defense soldier, right? How dangerous is it?"

"I can't explain it to you, and I can't explain this to you either. However, I want to go see the U.S. Army Special Forces first. They said they are at the military camp, right."

"When you say that, I want to go too."

Everyone in the tavern quickly dispersed in twos and threes with their thoughts on their minds, leaving only the guarding palace guards and the sighing tavern owner enjoying the alcohol in the tavern.

In the slums far away from the outside of the tavern, there is a well-decorated bright yellow square brick house. After entering through the door curtain, you can hear the sound of the dice cup shaking.

Lamia does not explicitly allow the existence of casinos, but if there is demand, there will always be supply. It is just that the suppliers change more frequently, and the profits in the middle are bigger.

At one of the gambling tables, all the gamblers at the table were worried

Looking at an old guy wearing a dirty patched robe with jealousy.

This rotten gambler didn't know what was wrong with him today. He was writing and drawing in a small book made of papyrus and cardboard at any time. In the end, he unexpectedly won a mountain of copper coins in front of him, and even

Gold.

"Why is he so lucky today? He always wins the bet."

One of the gamblers whispered, his voice full of jealousy and even hatred.

"It's not just luck, he's reading that book."

Following this voice, more eyes focused on the old gambler's hands. Even the fat man in exquisite silk clothes who had just come down from upstairs, the owner of the casino, also looked over.

A few hours later, in an alley next to the casino, next to the old gambler who had just died, the owner of the casino picked up the notebook.

Sure enough, the results of each opening are written on it, and before these results, there are crooked words written on them, which are obviously problems written by old gamblers.

"What a fool."

"There is such a good thing, but I actually brought it to the casino to gamble."

As he said that, the casino owner wrote Juanxiu's handwriting on it.

"Can you tell me the market conditions in the past two months?"

At the same time that the last word was written, a large group of charts appeared on the paper. Not only that, the paper automatically printed more charts without any wind, and it did not stop until it was more than ten pages in.

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Chapter completed!