The True Gambler

Sutter the Poet reshuffled the cards, but this time, his movements were unusually serious.

The lively eyes had shed their playful look, replaced by a predator's focus.

Grieg the Philosopher adjusted his posture as well. His body leaned slightly forward beneath his gray robe, and his whole being radiated an oppressive aura.

"Are you ready, friends?" Amadeus said with a smile.

A new round began.

The cards were dealt, bets were placed, and the cards were revealed----

But this time, everything had changed.

Grieg the Philosopher spoke in a tone almost devoid of emotion, discussing nothing but trivial analyses of the game.

Yet Xia Lin could sense that every word he spoke carried a faint Charm, directly interfering with the Symphony of Lies' judgment!

At the same time, Sutter the Poet drew his bow, producing intermittent, discordant notes.

The notes were like invisible needles, constantly probing Xia Lin and Minsk's minds and making it difficult for them to focus on their "performance." As a result, the music played by the orchestra grew closer to reflecting their true hands.

Sutter's grating violin scraped across his nerves like a file, while Grieg's murmured Charm dragged at his thoughts like a swamp.

Xia Lin felt his "performance" slipping out of control. The orchestra's melody began to genuinely reflect his increasingly chaotic emotions. If this continued, he would undoubtedly lose.

"This isn't fair!" Xia Lin shot to his feet and pointed at the two opponents. "You're cheating!"

"Cheating?" Sutter the Poet made an exaggeratedly innocent expression. "We haven't done anything."

"You're using magic to interfere with the orchestra!" Xia Lin shouted angrily.

Grieg the Philosopher said calmly, "I'm merely stating my opinions. Does that count as cheating?"

He paused, his voice taking on the power of Charm. "Besides, is there anything wrong with thinking