ghost world

Metatron returned to Julian's office and saw him holding a communication crystal with a big smile on his face. Obviously, the laughter just now should be for the angel on the other side of the communication crystal.

"Okay, see you in the evening." The light of the crystal ball dimmed quickly, and Julian stuffed the crystal ball into the drawer casually, his face suddenly darkened, looking at Metatron's presumptuous and naked eyes.

Metatron clearly felt the anger welling up in Mammon.

Although he had never seen Mammon lose his temper, he had no doubts about the destructive power of the Demon King of Hell, so he broke the stalemate with words, "Lord Julian, is there anything I can do for you?"

Julian's expression gradually relaxed, leaning on the back of the chair, and said lightly: "Who did you offend in the Executive Bureau?"

Metatron was taken aback.

"Or, are you from the Supervision Bureau?"

Metatron said, "No."

The corner of Julian's mouth twitched, "Oh? Is that the gift that Bisidi wanted to honor me?"

Metatron frowned slightly.Even God never saw him as a gift.

Julian suddenly pulled out a whole drawer and threw it at him.

Metatron pretended to catch it in a hurry.

The chips in the drawer rattled.

"Go and have fun." Julian waved his hand.

Seeing that he had no intention of going further, Metatron had no choice but to walk out full of doubts.

The door closed automatically behind him.

"Is it fun?" Mamen's slender fingers passed through the chips, and the corner of her mouth was indescribably cold.

Metatron read his mind, "Do you want to play?"

"Since he is so generous, how can we waste his heart?" Mamen sneered.I'm afraid he won't have the patience to slowly open a branch store to grab business. Now he just wants to win this shabby store from the gambling table, and then make Julian stand naked on the street without a pair of underpants left. Dancing!

Metatron sighed softly, "Don't go too far."

There is a line between excessive and not excessive.

And this limit is different for everyone.

Mammon grabbed a hexagonal chip and fiddled with it in his hand.

The casino is not very lively at noon, with an average of only two or three guests per table.

As soon as Metatron went downstairs, he received the attention of the entire casino.

Even if he restrained his brilliance, his appearance was still so unique that people couldn't bear to look away.

Mammon suddenly wanted to stride out of the barrier, hug Metatron into his arms, and prevent any creatures from peeping.

……

But this is just a thought.

He didn't think he could easily do what he couldn't do in heaven when they were closest.

The sound of shaking the dice woke everyone up.

A stubble-bearded angel with two bare arms stepped on the table with one foot and roared, "Big!"

The color clock is unveiled.

"Two two three, small." The angel sitting in the village said expressionlessly.

"Hush!" The bearded angel raised two little fingers and poked his nostrils at him.

The other angels turned a blind eye and went about their business.

Metatron said: "Is this the custom of the Tenth Realm?"

Mamen said, "I prefer the middle finger of humans."

"Bub, do you still have a bargaining chip?" The angel sitting in the dealer didn't care, and asked with a smile, obviously knowing each other.

Babu fumbled for his pocket first, then his chest, and finally his beard. After fumbling for a long time, he didn't find a single chip.He looked left and right, and the other angels hid away, only Metatron smiled politely back.He immediately leaned over, "You, new here? You don't know how to play yet."

Metatron said, "Let me take a look."

Babu glanced down, then stuck to the drawer in Metatron's hand and refused to put it.

The chips in the City of Joy come in various shapes, each representing a different amount of money.The more sides, the larger the amount represented.Most of the drawers are octagonal and hexagonal chips, just thinking about it is an astronomical sum.

Metatron took a silent step back before Bubba drooled into the drawer.

Babu came back to his senses, stared at him with the eyes of a hungry dog ​​seeing a meaty bone, salivated and said, "Let me play with you."

Mamen said, "Reject."

Metatron said, "Okay."

Mammon: "..."

Babu laughed so much that his eyebrows almost flew up, "Let's play dice first." He couldn't wait to lie down on the gaming table, and said to the angel dealer with high toes: "Aha, let's do it again!"

"Us?" The angel croupier looked at Metatron with a half-smile.

Babu immediately turned around and said, "Buy the big one, this time it must be big."

Mamen said indifferently: "Buy a small one."

Metatron showed a troubled expression.

Babu was in a hurry, "This time it's really big."

Metatron said gently, "He hasn't shaken yet."

The angel dealer laughed out loud.

Babu's face was flushed, and he said slowly: "It's the same, it's the same whether you shake it or not."

On the other side of Metatron, Mammon said, "I'm sure."

The color clock swayed a few times, then suddenly put it down, the angel croupier let go of his hand, "What do you want to buy?"

"Big!" Babu reached out to grab the chips in the drawer, but Mammon was faster than him.

In the eyes of others, Metatron leaned slightly, avoiding Babu's hand, and placed the entire drawer on the "small".

Babu's eyebrows flew up directly.

At that moment, both Mammon and Metatron were worried that his eyebrows would fly out of his forehead and jump to the top of his head.

"Since you let go, you can't change it." The croupier's words were obviously aimed at Babu.He raised his eyebrows, confidently and slowly unlocked the color clock, and then froze.

One, one, two.

small.

The dealer's pupils suddenly dilated.He has been a croupier for so many years, this is the first time he has missed.As an angel, he has no special abilities, the only ability he learned after entering the City of Joy-manipulating dice.But the results now clearly reveal that his ability has failed.He lost.

After taking several deep breaths, he slowly regained his senses and got the mood to calculate how many chips were in that drawer.

Babu stood by, quite uncomfortable.

This croupier is his old friend. It is indeed a very happy thing to see him lose, but this kind of happiness should be based on the fact that he is right, how can it be based on the fact that he is wrong?

The only one who remained calm was Metatron, who asked, "Did I win?"

The croupier took another deep breath, nodded and said, "Yes, you have won. Just wait a moment, and I will settle the chips for you right away." He turned and left the table.

Metatron whispered to Mammon, "This is too eye-catching."

"No. They are not human." Mammon felt very happy.

The happiness of the devil is based on the unhappiness of others.Seeing the expressions of Babu and the croupier just now, for the first time, he had a little affection for the Tenth Realm.This kind of favor makes him more happy than the resources of the Tenth Realm.

The croupier came back soon, holding a delicate small box in his hand.He placed the box in front of Metatron and opened it, making a gesture of invitation, "Please count."

"No, I trust you." Metatron poured the chips from the drawer into the box.

The sound of clattering is both a natural sound and a torment to those gamblers.There is no doubt that this kind of sound is very beautiful, but the damn thing is that this kind of beautiful sound does not belong to me.

The croupier said: "Master Julian, please go to the VIP room."

See you again so soon?

Metatron laughed.

Babu originally wanted to follow, but was stopped by the croupier.

The croupier said coldly: "Master Julian only invited this guest."

Bob looked at Metatron helplessly.

Metatron smiled at him, reached out and took out a handful of chips from the box and handed it to him, "Have a good time."

Bob's face brightened instantly.

Metatron and Mammon on their way upstairs.

Mamen said: "Do you think he is sitting on the sofa and beating his chest in frustration?"

Knowing that he was talking about Julian, Metatron laughed, "Maybe he just wants to get the chips back."

"No." As a businessman, Mamen knew very well what the other party was thinking, "He won't ask for it back, he will win it back."

Metatron frowned.

He really doesn't know anything about gambling.

Walking into the VIP room, I didn't see Julian, but another female angel croupier was in charge of reception.

"Welcome, Mr. Menon, I'm glad to serve you. I'm Isabella." She tilted her head slightly, and there was a bit of innocence in her soft smile.

Mamen said, "Parallel lines."

"What do you mean?" Metatron didn't understand.

Mamen said, "The lines in front and behind her."

Metatron: "..."

Isabella introduced the services provided by the next VIP room.

Mammon sneered disdainfully.Fruits, snacks, drinks... Sofas, these are the so-called VIP rooms. Oh, I forgot to mention that there are two parallel lines that can move around.This level is not even comparable to the small hotel in hell.

Metatron didn't care too much, he cared more about the reason for staying here. "When can we leave?"

Isabella smiled and said: "Please wait a moment, the other three distinguished guests will arrive soon." She paused, and then said, "If you feel bored, maybe I can accompany you for a while." She never He took out a deck of playing cards from his pocket, walked to the square table in the center of the room, and shuffled the cards neatly.

Metatron looked at Mammon helplessly.

Mamen said, "Perhaps you should ask her... how much assets are we going to add?"

After shuffling the cards, Isabella stared at him, and said, "Do you want to play a narrow escape, or do you want to die?"

"..." Metatron blinked.

Isabella's face was slightly red, and she lowered her head, "Let me explain the rules, escape from death is..."

After Mammon listened to her explanation, she translated to Metatron who was confused: "Surviving the dead is called annihilation in hell, and it is called running fast by humans. You die and I live in hell, which is called a fallen place, and is called Humans are called pumping turtles."

Metatron opened his chair and sat down, "Near death." Taking advantage of Isabella's deal, he said to Mamen in a very soft voice, "I leave it to you."