Lucky One

Mel did not take the initiative to attack, because he was not sure how the authority of the person before him manifested itself. Someone lucky to the extreme clearly would not be killed so easily, and besides, the other party had not displayed any threat.

"An Apostle? The Lucky One from that storybook?" Libria watched the tomboy's retreating back.

"Maybe, but I can't sense any magical fluctuations from her. I can't even sense any threat."

After leaving the square, the tomboy went straight into the city and found a casino.

"Um, I win very easily. Will your casino let me in?"

That opening line made the thugs guarding the casino laugh. Could a casino possibly lose money?

"As long as you don't cheat, you can win as much as you like. Our casino provides all kinds of services."

They were not some small-time casino. Besides gambling, their main function was to provide gaming tables for gamblers to wager against one another, with the occasional amplified service.

Naturally, they had everything one could need—food, clothing, lodging, and transportation. Those who won money in the casino would also spend lavishly within it.

No one had ever truly managed to stop in time. That was just how gambling was once you got hooked.

Luck rose and fell. Winning once meant losing many more times.

The tomboy was admitted into the casino just like that. She looked around until her gaze settled on a dice table where players bet on big or small.

Tables like this, where one bet on big or small, were generally handled by casino dealers. The more wagered, the more earned; risk and opportunity went hand in hand.

Walking up to a single-die table, the tomboy immediately put down all 1,000 Oren she had on her. "1,000 Oren on big!"