Travel Notes: French Country Inn (Part 1) Thanks to Phantom Skywing for the Alliance Master support!

"A pair of fours."

"A pair of nines."

"Uh, pass."

"Pass."

"A pair of tens."

"N-No."

"Pass."

"Then the last card, a three."

In southeastern France, on a relatively remote mountain road in the countryside near what was practically the border,

the moment the pale young man in the Hummer smiled and played his final card, the "landlord" beside him immediately clutched his head in both hands and screamed in disbelieving shock:

"AAAAAH!! Impossible! What kind of thief logic is this?! Why am I the one losing again?!"

Watching Fang Ran lose twelve rounds in a row and thinking of how many times she had heard this embarrassing cry over the past few days, Tang Bing had finally realized that he was not some exception among participants—he was simply terrible at everything he played.

She stared at him speechlessly and muttered:

"Senior, please accept reality. Why do you act every time like you only lost because someone made an impossible comeback?"

"I'm not listening! I'm not listening! I'm not listening! Damn you, gourd!"

From Texas Hold'em, blackjack, and Zha Jin Hua to Fight the Landlord, Fang Ran had not won a single round. Having begun to reject reality entirely, he frantically scratched his hair into a mess.

Then, looking at Klim across from him, he gave a stubborn, tsundere snort like a villainous minion making one last stand.

"Don't think you've won just because of this. I'm only slightly bad at the field of poker. Next, we'll use decks of ca—mmph!!!"

"Stop it already, Senior! Don't embarrass yourself! Doesn't your Duelist Soul hurt when you play cards against a complete amateur who doesn't even understand them?!"

Before he could even finish declaring war, Tang Bing forcefully covered his mouth, desperately stopping him from humiliating himself any further. Watching the amusing