Mysteries: Arcana Wars

"Maybe he can be a dealer in a casino?" Evan muttered while chewing an energy bar. "Forget it. He doesn't look very smart. He may not be able to catch those cheaters. At most, he can be a casino bodyguard."

"Hey, so gamblers can cheat?" Fors was a little surprised. "I thought only the dealer would cheat in order to defraud the gamblers' money."

"Heh, this is indeed the current situation of most of the black casinos in Backlund Underground City. They never want to play fair with you. From beginning to end, they have only one goal - to find ways to squeeze every Loen penny out of you."

Miss Christine licked her paw.

"Of course, this doesn't mean that we in Yongye Port don't want to make money - just kidding, if we don't want to make money, who would open a casino - it's just that we don't rely on gambling to survive, we rely on information and transportation. So the casino in Yongye Port is very small. It's better to say that it's just a chess and card room than a casino. Passersby play cards here for entertainment, and we get all kinds of information in it."

As she spoke, Miss Christine snorted again.

"Oh, these gamblers only dare to cheat as they please in the black casinos in the underground city. If they have the guts, go to the Rorsted Archipelago and cheat in front of those pirate barbarians! I'll see if the dealers don't chop off their claws!"

Fors was shocked by the toughness of the people in the Rorsted Islands. She had only heard that there was a long history of gambling there and that it had good gambling laws. When politicians discussed whether Loen's gambling industry should be banned, the gambling policy of the Republic of Rorsted would be discussed over and over again.

"Only in the underground city's black casinos, the dealers and gamblers always think of cheating to snatch profits from each other."

Klein spoke suddenly.

"In those high-end casinos on Backlund, every gaming table will try their best to show you the word 'fairness'. On the one hand, the profits gained from playing tricks on every gaming table are negligible compared to the total revenue of their casinos, and monitoring all the gaming tables at the same time is also a thankless task.

"But fundamentally, for those big casinos, 'fairness' is just a concept sold to gamblers, giving everyone who enters the casino a false belief that 'I can win money'. Even if gamblers really get a good hand today and win all the chips on the table, the managers of those senior casinos will not show any anger, but will serve champagne to celebrate the gamblers' big win.

"Because they know that all the money in the gamblers' pockets will eventually flow into their pockets through one big gamble after another."

Hearing this, Fors went cold all over. Originally, her interest in casinos was just a curiosity, but after hearing Hermann's description, she felt a chill in her heart.

Of course, Klein had never been to a casino in his two or three lifetimes combined. These seemingly experienced words were actually what he read when he was surfing the Internet as a keyboard warrior.

“Casinos are never afraid of gamblers winning money, because as long as you win money, you will definitely step into the casino again.”

It’s better not to go to the casino if you have nothing to do…

Fowles concluded in his mind.

"So is Roside's casino really that tough?"

"Alas, ma'am, you should not think about the kind of people who can gamble in the Rorsted Archipelago."

Evan broke up the energy bar into pieces, put it into a delicate small bowl, poured water to soften it, and prepared dinner for Miss Christine, while chatting idly.

"It has been a pirate den since ancient times! If you open a casino there, you won't be able to suppress those pirates who value money over their lives without a bit of violence.

"When a pirate comes to your store with a knife in hand, you better come up with a bigger knife than his."

After a brief chat and a rough dinner, the two groups of people consciously gathered together to give each other some privacy. After all, they were not on the same path, but just fellow travelers for a short distance and temporary trading partners.

A spiritual wall rose up, making the conversation between the two parties more secretive.

"Are the dealers in Roside so fierce?"

After accepting the boasting, Fors couldn't help but ask, gesturing with his hands in front of his chest.

"Will they really cut off the hands of cheaters?"

"You won't have to chop off your hands. The gambling industry in the Rorsted Archipelago is legal, and practitioners are subject to legal constraints. But it's best not to break the rules in the Rorsted casino.

"Because in Rorsted's casino, there are not only dealers who trade chips, but also real dealers hiding."

Leonard looked into Fors' eyes and answered seriously.

"The Extraordinary Team of the Church of the Lost God: [Dealer]."

"Dealer..." Fors repeated the name in a low voice. This was a little different from what she had imagined.

"The gods are the dealers, and all mortals are guests."

Leonard explained for Fors.

On this table, gods are craving for faith, loyalty, support, and power, while mortals are craving for money, fame, wisdom, and strength. No matter how it is modified, the essence is that gods want to get something from mortals, and mortals also want to get something from gods.

"And the extraordinary people of the church who hold power are the dealers on this gambling table. They are the ones who move between the extraordinary and the human world."

The clergy of the god of faith were born from the vast sea of ​​people, but were granted extraordinary powers by the god. They stood before the crowd again in a transcendent posture, facing pairs of eager hands.

If you take a step forward with your back to the gods and abuse your power, you will receive the wailing of mortals; if you take a step back and give in to the desires of ordinary people without limit, you will receive the wrath of the gods. In this wavering period, any mistake will detonate a potential bomb, and the dealer holding the chips will eventually be lost in endless madness and pollution.

So what do you do? How do you put your cards in the right place? Do you want to change the last card of a straight flush to please the dealer? Or do you want to give the gambler the highest odds out of pity?

Or do you want to steal this chip in your hand for your own desires?

“I think it has a deeper meaning than that.”

The moment Klein heard the name, he immediately understood the meaning of the word.

“Rather than saying that the dealer is the god above the church, it is better to say that the dealer is the extraordinary power itself, and the gamblers at the table are the ordinary people in the mortal world.

"The dealers behind the table are Extraordinary people who have mastered certain Extraordinary powers but cannot escape from the human world. Whether actively or passively, the moment they accept Extraordinary powers, they will be pushed into this position.

"But the huge turnover and extravagant wealth of the casino never belong to the gamblers or the dealers. As a high-pressure and low-paid job, it is not only the gamblers who are exploited at this gambling table, but also the neglected dealers. Whether it is material money or abstract spirit, it will flow to the bottomless casino behind them through the transaction of chips.

“Just like in the face of those extraordinary characteristics, the wealth you cherish, the character you are proud of, everything you love and everything that loves you, will become dust and blow away by the wind.

“This is the philosophy of the dealers. The title of dealer is a position, but also a warning.”

“Extraordinariness is essentially a gamble, and there are never winners at this gamble table.”