Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0026 1 must be under a lot of good fortune.

Cicero seemed to genuinely believe his luck had improved, and he slammed twenty chips onto the table in one go.

Tuer first reached out to grab the chips, then suddenly let out a wail, his hand unconsciously resting on his knee.

"What's wrong?" Cicero asked, twisting his eyes.

My legs are a little sore from sitting.

Tuer stood up slightly, pounded his thigh, and gave Zhou Yun and Cicero a slightly apologetic smile:

"As people get older, their knees become less healthy, so you all need to take care of your knees."

"I'm better at maintaining my luck." Zhou Yun smiled and nodded at Tuer, shuffling the cards in his hand haphazardly.

Tuer smiled slightly. Gamblers who overly rely on luck are good prey. He placed thirty chips in front of Zhou Yun in one go.

Especially for an inexperienced player like Zhou Yun, he's an excellent target... Ouch, why does my damn knee suddenly hurt so much...?

Not only his knees, but Tuer also felt his stomach starting to hurt...

Zhou Yun quickly dealt himself two cards, one face up and one face down, according to the rules.

"Shh—" Tull whistled. The face-up card Zhou Yun drew was a Q, a card with an extremely high risk factor, which could easily lead to a hand exceeding 21 points and busting.

Zhou Yun twitched his finger slightly, dealing a card to Cicero as well.

Cicero rubbed his hands together, then nervously turned over the first card.

J... Cicero couldn't help but chuckle, and then he turned over the second card... Q!

Cicero stretched out his hands and clapped in the air.

His hand totaled 20 points, so he didn't even need to draw any more cards.

If Zhou Yun's hidden cards are 7, 8, and 9, he cannot continue to draw cards according to the rules and will lose directly to Cicero. If they are 10, Q, K, and J, it is a draw. He can only win if his hidden card is A.

If Zhou Yun's hidden cards are 2, 3, 5, and 6, then Zhou Yun will have to continue drawing cards. With so many high-value cards remaining, the probability of Zhou Yun busting his hand is very high.

"Your method really works, my luck has indeed improved." Cicero said to Zhou Yun with a bright smile.

In Cicero's view, Zhou Yun's chances of winning were slim... Could it be that his last card was an Ace?

"J." Tull also turned over the first card Zhou Yun had dealt him at that moment.

Then the second card... "King!"

"My brother!" Tours clapped his hands in the air, just like Cicero, his joy almost impossible to contain.

His hand is now also at 20 points, and he's starting to believe in the method Zhou Yun just mentioned for getting rid of bad luck.

In his heart, he couldn't help but curse those... weasel, cripple, stutterer, clean-cut woman, and cook again.

To be honest, after hurling insults, Tuer did have a slightly different feeling.

I vaguely felt that my body had become a little heavier.

Tuer couldn't help but stretch his shoulders.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Yun looked at Tu'er, his eyes becoming slightly strange.

"Suddenly I feel a heavy weight on my body," Tuer said, pounding his back a few times.

"...It must be good fortune, a sudden influx of wealth." Zhou Yun paused for two seconds, then nodded emphatically.

"Oh! Hahaha, good, good, good, good fortune indeed!" Upon hearing this, Tuer couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Zhou Yun used his Qi-observation technique to glance at the misfortune that had suddenly grown a section on Tu'er's back.

The thick, asphalt-like, pitch-black calamity swelled to half the size of a person, crawling on Tuer's body like pustules clinging to him.

The most disgusting thing was that eyes and a mouth began to grow on those unlucky pustules, hissing and whispering...

Ugh... How disgusting...

Zhou Yun shifted his gaze from the blobs of misfortune that were rapidly developing into some kind of subspace entity, and looked at his cards.

This game held no excitement for him whatsoever; his Doom spell drastically lowered the luck of both Tull and Cicero, while the bizarre good luck he cast on himself boosted his own.

His precognitive abilities already allowed him to know what cards he would be dealt in advance...

Zhou Yun flipped over the card; it was a 2.

Now Zhou Yun's total hand size is twelve.

Seeing that it wasn't an A, Cicero and Tours breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Zhou Yun's bizarre good luck had already put a strain on their minds.

Then they saw that it was number two, and the two looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

Now, Zhou Yun must continue drawing cards.

He can only win if he draws 9, 2, 3.

抽中9可以直接获得胜利，2则需要再抽中7、3则需要再抽到6.

The latter two are so difficult they're practically impossible, and 9... there's only one 9 left in the deck now.

Zhou Yun's chances of winning are extremely slim.

The two were already rubbing their hands together, eager to celebrate their victory.

Tours was really upset about the loss today, and Cicero... Cicero's debts are quite heavy even for him.

Victory!! Cicero clenched his fists, and then—

Zhou Yun drew a card and got a 9, making him 21 points. He then took the chips from Cicero and Tour.

"Looks like my luck isn't as good as yours," Tuer said with a laugh, scratching his head a few times.

Cicero was almost frozen in place, no longer willing to calculate how much money he had lost.

No, no... this can't go on.

Cicero gritted his teeth; he had to find outside help.

"It's your turn to be the dealer." Zhou Yun smiled and handed the remaining 25 cards to Cicero.

"Wait a minute." Cicero hurriedly raised his hands and said to Zhou Yun, "I need to go to the toilet."

Without giving Zhou Yun a chance to react, Cicero slipped out of the private room in a flash.

He quickly walked into the depths of the bathhouse and knocked on the narrow door inlaid with gold and jewels.

"Come in," the witch's voice rang out.

Cicero pushed open the door and entered. He saw the blind witch and Lipo, the priest of the Temple of Simeneta, who seemed to be discussing something in hushed tones.

After Cicero entered, neither the blind witch nor Lipo immediately looked up at him; instead, they continued to talk in hushed tones.

"I'll tell you the same thing again: without the remains of the beautiful Simeneta, the groans of the First Crying God cannot descend upon Macurag. You must find a way to bring the remains out," the blind witch's figure said sharply.

"Do you think I don't want to? That old bastard Tatius occupies the position of High Priest. After the first cry, only the High Priest knew the location of the Holy Tomb. And that old fellow has a very good relationship with the War King and the High Priest of the Broken Lighthouse Temple. With my seniority, I simply cannot displace him."

"We still need Cicero to approach Connor Guilliman, spread our influence to him, and use his power and influence..."

"Then give me sixty-six sacrifices, and I can curse that Zhou Yun to death," the blind witch whispered.

"If you can curse Tatius to death directly, I'll gather a hundred, let alone sixty-six." Lipo's voice was tinged with impatience.

"Impossible. Simeneta has not yet submitted to the God of First Cry. That bitch still has power and can still protect Tatius... I dare not offend a god, even a crippled and dying Simeneta."

The blind witch's voice was low, hissing like a venomous snake:

"Libo, apart from Tatius, Jalan and Connor protected by the King of War, the King of War, the Broken Lighthouse, the gods of Tarrassa, the High Priest of the Clean Garden of Lax and the Flying Spaghetti, and that Catholic bishop, I can curse and kill everyone else as long as you give me sixty-six sacrifices."

"It hasn't come to that yet." Libo snorted coldly, looking at Cicero: "Cicero, my friend, I heard from the waiter that the scholar named Zhou Yun has arrived at the casino. What? Are you here to report good news to us?"

"Actually..." Cicero carefully chose his words, just about to speak, when—

"Aaaaaah!!!"

A sharp wail rang out, and the blind witch suddenly took off her red shoe and threw it at Cicero's face.

"A jinx!!!"