Super Righteous Player
Chapter 786 - 326 Game: The Number of Crowns_1

Chapter 786: Chapter 326 Game: The Number of Crowns_1

The room where the ritual took place was a large casino.

It wasn’t originally a casino.

Rather, it was for Annan and Dmitry’s plan that several casinos in the Winter principality were dismantled, in order to gather all sorts of conventional gambling equipment that the Thousand-Faced Phantom Tower possessed.

Be it card games similar to poker, territory-based board games like Go, chess-like games with complex rules, or various games involving dice...

Although it was difficult to replicate the large structures of the Thousand-Faced Phantom Tower, through conventional channels, they had managed to collect most of the gambling contrivances of the era.

In reality, this was to provide insurance—confining the types of gambling to the room to avoid unnecessary variables.

"If I can win, then you must grant my father Ivan III the power of an immortal and may not attack my father before killing other immortals; and if I fail in the gambling game, I will voluntarily offer my royal blood—I will forfeit my reproductive ability, as a sacrifice to you."

Playing Dmitry, Thirteen Fragrances, drawing on the information he had seen from the introductory script, proposed a bet to the Rotting Husband, "According to the rules of the Thousand-Faced Phantom Tower... any assistant can only participate in one game, using only the items in this room to bet, employing any rules that both parties consider fair, with the choice of playing order or other distribution factors decided by the party that does not propose the rules."

In simple terms, it meant taking turns to determine the contents of the game.

And the party deciding the contents of the game could not gain the right to distribute priority.

If it were a chess-like game, that would be the playing order; if it were some other type of game, it would be which deck to use or something else—the other party would have complete control over that part. It didn’t have to be always about gaining the first move... The party that did not propose the rules could freely distribute the playing order.

These were the rules of the Thousand-Faced Phantom Tower.

Generally speaking, this was quite unfair. After all, Annan and his team had prepared all the equipment, and although the content of the games was relatively fair, they had the home ground advantage—which meant they could directly ban the types of games they were not good at.

For example, Annan and his team were not likely to arm-wrestle the Rotting Husband, or games like hunting animals, or playing hide-and-seek. Therefore, confining the space to this room was a limitation for the Rotting Husband.

With their betting game on top of that...

Thirteen Fragrances felt that the Rotting Husband was at a disadvantage no matter how he looked at it.

Even a refusal would not have been surprising.

"Very well,"

But contrary to expectations, the Rotting Husband agreed easily.

He only smiled and looked toward "Annan," "I guess, this plan must have been devised by Prince Annan... right?"

Thirteen Fragrances glanced down at the Husky in his arms, which had gradually stopped trembling at a high frequency, and ignored the Rotting Husband’s words.

The Rotting Husband didn’t seem embarrassed.

Without getting a response, He simply raised an eyebrow and casually asked, "So, how many rounds shall we play? What format?"

"Best two out of three,"

Husky blurted out as he slowly regained consciousness.

The Rotting Husband just nodded and touched his smooth chin, "I see..."

He gazed at the two of them.

Even though he was wearing a mask, one felt as if their thoughts were seen through.

"That must have been decided by Prince Dmitry. If it were best three out of five, you wouldn’t have the stamina to keep up. Is it because a single-game showdown wasn’t exhilarating enough? Or is it that... you don’t trust Prince Annan enough yet?

"Choosing best two out of three means Prince Dmitry wants to take part himself. Prince Annan is confident that he can win at least one round straight off, correct?"

The Rotting Husband skipped logical deduction and reached a conclusion directly.

Thirteen Fragrances was struggling to keep up with the Rotting Husband’s train of thought.

But as Thirteen Fragrances furrowed his brows, quickly considering the Rotting Husband’s words, Husky showed no hesitation.

Portraying "Annan," Husky acted on instinct, without thought, and unhesitatingly spoke out, "That is correct—I will participate in the second round."

...Hey, hey?

Is it really okay to say that outright?

Thirteen Fragrances hesitated for a moment.

But... never mind.

The Rotting Husband was definitely smart, which is why he agreed to the bet without any hesitation. Even if Husky hadn’t said it, the Rotting Husband probably would have guessed anyway.

A sliver of worry began to grow in Thirteen Fragrances’ heart.

According to the original course of events... the second round headed by Annan should have been won smoothly, right?

But with Husky taking his place, could it really remain as it was in history?

"Hmm, just as I expected," the rotund man nodded, "So, let’s start now. I presume you are not unprepared, are you?"

"We are certainly prepared."

"Annan" showed no hesitation and quickly responded.

Like a spinal reflex player who hits the space bar the moment any dialogue appears.

"Good, very good~"

The rotund man chuckled: "Since you plan to take the second round... I shall set the rules for the first round, how about that? I will give you the right to go first."

Without waiting for a response, he walked around the room, taking in the surroundings.

Soon enough, he spotted the gambling device he fancied.

"If one is to talk about the king of gambling devices, that would be dice."

The rotund man reached out, grasped the wooden barrel containing various dice, and took out three six-sided dice.

Thirteen Fragrant realized it was his turn to step up.

He moved forward a few steps and asked in a deep voice: "How shall we play? Guessing big or small? I should clarify in advance... the croupier will be one of my people, is that alright?"

"Of course, of course."

The rotund man chuckled dismissively: "I understand the rules... I won’t touch them once we start."

Saying this, he placed the three dice into the barrel, giving it a gentle shake.

"Prince Dmitry."

The rotund man suddenly spoke up: "Let me ask you a question... What do you think are the three most important elements for a king?"

Thirteen Fragrant was taken aback.

...What kind of question is this?

Are you HR or something?

"I," as the grandson of the Grand Duchess and the direct descendant of my grandmother, is it your place to question me?

But after pondering for a moment, he still tried to answer tentatively: "Authority... wisdom. And... longevity?"

"—Authority, wisdom, life."

The rotund man replied leisurely: "You’re like most kings, Your Highness. Of course, don’t misunderstand, this isn’t sarcasm... I’m praising you for having the qualities of a king."

As he spoke, he inverted the barrel full of dice onto the tabletop, handing it to Winter’s hand beside him.

"Let’s go for something more complicated, Prince Dmitry. Something fresh that others haven’t played..."

The rotund man said leisurely, touching the wooden barrel with his finger.

It was only at this moment that Thirteen Fragrant realized that his fingernails were purplish-blue.

They looked like those of a corpse.

"First is guessing a number. It will be compared with the sum of these three dice.

The rotund man spoke slowly: "If it is the same size or smaller than this number, then it will count as points. The point score will be the guessed number, not the sum of the dice.

"But if the guessed number is greater than the sum of the three dice, it counts as a bust—the excess will actually be deducted from the score.

"You should be... twenty-six years old this year, right?

"So, let’s see who can reach 26 points first—"

The rotund man’s lips curled up, revealing a smile taut like a drawn bowstring that gave a sense of tension: "Authority is the power to control so that others will align with one’s own thoughts; wisdom is the intelligence to seek out the most secure strategies; life is the gamble on patience and luck. This is a [Crown Game].

"Now... answer me, Your Highness—

"Who do you wish to take the first move between the two of us?"

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