Chapter 742 Dwarven Camp

Joan looked at the huge tent in the camp, and when he was curious, the curtain of the tent suddenly lifted, and a dwarf with a beard came out.

The dwarf stood still outside the tent door, with his hands on his hips, his head held high, and in a gesture of swallowing mountains and rivers, he roared three times to the sky.

"I am a pig!"

"I am a pig!"

"I am a pig!"

Seeing this scene, Joan and the others looked at each other in astonishment, and then laughed out loud at the same time.

In the big tent behind the dwarf, there was also loud laughter.

Mr. Dwarf, who claimed to be a "pig", suddenly flushed red when he heard the ridicule, and his thick beard couldn't hide it.

Despite the shame on his face, the guy didn't admit defeat, and turned around to yell at the people in the tent who were laughing at him.

"You guys are laughing ass!"

"I admit the bet and admit defeat!"

"Shout three times, shout three times!

Hearing his angry reprimand, Holden looked stunned, and turned to Joan with a smile: "This dwarf must have lost a bet with someone, so he has to call himself a pig."

Before Joan could reply, the dwarf gasped in surprise when he heard the commotion, and strode forward.

Audrey quickly put away her smile and made a gesture to remind everyone to be careful, and she also pressed her sword on guard.

The dwarf strode up to the crowd, stroked his beard, and eyed them curiously.

Just when Joan was worried that he was going to get angry, the dwarf grinned wide and showed a friendly smile.

"Hi! Traveler, good evening!"

"Our camp is holding the 1024th bragging contest, are you interested in participating?"

Holden frowned and stepped forward to negotiate with the dwarf.

"Bragging contest? Sorry, I never brag."

The dwarf immediately showed joy and applauded again and again.

"That's right! Little brother is doing well, we need a player with strength like you!"

Holden scowled, and said angrily, "I'm an honest person who says what I have to say. If you suspect me of bragging, you are insulting my personality!"

The dwarf jumped up excitedly.

"Wow! Come on, little brother! You are too powerful, it would be too much for you not to win the championship!"

The poet couldn't resist his enthusiasm, so he gave a wry smile helplessly.

"I can't brag! But I have a story, do you have any wine?"

The dwarf nodded.

"Yes! That's great! The bragging contest champion prize is a bottle of top-quality crab blood mixed wine! Come on friends, come drink and brag with us! Get up!"

Holden was half pushed and dragged into the tent by the enthusiastic dwarves.

Hailar and Joan exchanged glances, and quickly followed in.

Audrey thought for a while, let go of the saber she was holding tightly, and said to Evelyn, "Let's go in and have a look."

Evelyn didn't make a sound, and didn't keep up with Audrey's footsteps. She fell outside the tent by herself, her face was cloudy and uncertain, and she seemed very hesitant.

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was raised, and Holden walked out with dancing steps accompanied by the drumming of the dwarves.

"Evelyn, why aren't you here yet?"

Holden held the hand of the sorceress, smiling all over his face.

"The dwarves in the tent were very hospitable and warm to us."

"Everyone is bragging, drinking, gambling, and singing and dancing. It's so much fun! What are you doing stupidly, come and dance!"

"I...I don't want to go in," Evelyn managed to find an excuse to refuse, "You can play by yourself, I can't dance."

"What does it matter, I'll teach you!"

Holden couldn't help but dragged her into the big tent where the banquet was being held. Accompanied by the rhythm of the music, it was like two drops of water flowing into the sea, and she quickly merged into the joyful crowd.

Sixty or seventy dwarf prospectors gathered in the big tent, and the atmosphere was as warm as a carnival.

In the middle of the tent is the dance floor, and a dwarf brass band is playing to the dancing people.

Dwarves sat around a number of portable folding tables randomly placed around the dance floor, yelling, drinking, and cracking cards.

Joan sat in front of a wooden table, holding two cards in his hands, and looked at the dwarf sitting opposite him in a casual manner.

The dealer also held two cards in his hand, his face was hard to hide his nervousness, and dense beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Ever since the little human mage sat down opposite, the dealer suspected that he had been abandoned by the goddess of luck.

So far, the two sides have wagered no less than 30 rounds.

From the perspective of winning percentage, Joan's advantage is not obvious.

But looking at the bargaining chips of both sides, the gap is obvious.

Luck is illusory, but betting is a science.

How can we try to ensure that we lose small and win big?

The dwarf banker obviously doesn't know much about this knowledge.

Audrey and Hailar, who were sitting next to Joan at the gaming table, were also laymen in this regard.

Both girls looked a little nervous.

Hailar tried to peek at Joan's cards to satisfy his curiosity in advance.

Audrey was also very curious, but she had an inexplicable superstition. It is determined that Joan's card is the most deterrent when it has not been revealed. If someone peeks at it, this mysterious magic will disappear.

So she arranged two missions for herself at the poker table: one was to pass wine to Joan and fan, and the other was to cover the cards so that Hailaer could not peep.

The dealer wiped his sweat, and finally spread out the two cards in his hand. After that, he stood up with his hands on the table, stared at Joan with wide eyes, and saw what tricks this little mage could do.

The dealer showed a pair of nines, 18 points.

What a coincidence!

Joan smiled slightly and threw the pair of ten on the table.

The dealer looked as if he had seen hell, and fell back into the armchair, his face turning blue.

Hailaer jumped onto the table with a cheer, opened his arms, and swiped back all the bets Joan had won.

Audrey handed Joan a glass of dwarf craft beer, then opened a beautifully embroidered folding fan to fan him, with a hint of admiration in her smiling eyes.

"Joan, you're really good at playing cards! Have you studied blackjack?"

"Just luck."

The corners of Joan's lips rose slightly.

The dwarf sitting opposite the poker table had already lost all his chips, but he was still unwilling to leave the table. He suddenly jumped up and pointed at Joan's nose and yelled.

"Brat! I suspect you are counting cards!"

Swish!

Audrey closed the folding fan suddenly, and the smile on her face also restrained at the same time, and asked the red-eyed dwarf coldly:

"You accuse Joan of card counting, do you have evidence?"

"not at all……"

The dwarf hung his head in frustration.

Hailar glared at the dwarf, and slapped the table heavily, causing the chips to jump wildly.

"There's no evidence why are you yelling so loudly? Sit down!"

Scared by the female swordsman, the dwarf sat back on his chair, stroked his beard, and complained angrily:

"Cunning boy... nasty little girl..."

"Brother, stop complaining!"

A dwarf watching the gambling game patted the dealer on the shoulder, trying to persuade him to calm down.

"Even if it's real card counting, that's someone else's skill. If you're that smart, you can do it too!"

"I count you a caterpillar!"

The dealer pushed the table up annoyed and stopped playing!