Temple Sword

Chapter 190 The Dice of Fate

"A silver coin!" gasped Corta, eyes wide. "You cunning liar! You and I agreed to spend all the money on this meal!"

"Kiss this silver coin, my dear brother, and wish me luck!" Sepuk said firmly, "We should not give up hope!"

"But what are you going to do with this silver coin?"

"What to do?" Sepke looked at him bewilderedly, "I'm going there to make a fortune."

This cup is as shabby as the wooden cup that the boy kicked into the forest a few hours ago, with soft black dirt inside and grease and sweat on the outside, it is extremely dirty, but Sepke seems to be holding a Hold it like a golden cup.

He was at the table with seven other bearded grown men, but the 15-year-old, buoyed by his previous drink and a string of lucky rolls, felt himself one of the older gamblers. A player with good dice-rolling skills.

Corta was standing behind him, sometimes wringing his hands, sometimes pinching his brother's shoulders, sweat dripping from his brow with excitement.

The gamble had been going on for at least three hours, and at first the men were reluctant to let the boy join, saying he couldn't play a game with a shitty silver coin in his hand, but Sepke, unwilling to give up, managed to convince them Lower the stakes a bit and start a new game.

Corta didn't follow his brother at first, but he took heart when he heard from a distance that Sepke first doubled, then quadrupled, and won eight small silver coins , ventured closer to the table of the gamblers.

Sepke himself didn't know what he was doing, he just followed his intuition, as if an angel was telling him when to raise the stakes and when to wait and see.

His luck was very good. It didn't take long before Sepke had a large pile of silver coins in front of him. The twins had never seen so much money, but in the third hour, their money doubled again. Can't believe his eyes, it's like a dream, and his brother's eyes are shining with excitement.

"I'm not playing," one of the men said. "I've lost enough today. I don't want to lose all my money to a kid."

"I don't play anymore," another man said after another round, "If I lose again, my wife will kick me out of the house..."

This sentence eased the tense atmosphere a little, and joyful laughter broke out on the table, but one person didn't laugh.

"Don't spoil the atmosphere here!" Said the nervous-looking man sitting opposite Sepke, "Go home if you don't want to play!"

"That's exactly what I intend!" The first gambler to quit laughed, "I haven't seen such an exciting game for many years, I said, I support this kid, you have already stolen enough money from us It's money, Tilberg, and it's time for you to experience what it's like to be frustrated..."

"It's your turn," said the third man, "tell me your bet!"

The nervous man named Tilberg gritted his teeth as he looked at the stack of silver coins in front of him, his last remaining ten denarii.

He cleared his throat, blew his nose, and blinked hard to get the sweat off his eyes.He looked eagerly at the pile of silver coins in front of Sepke, his face turned yellow with jealousy.

"Ten silver coins." He roared, pushing all his remaining possessions into the center, and the small pile of silver coins collapsed in an instant.

After hearing the bet, two more gave up, the third sighed and pushed his ten silver coins to the middle, and Sepke grinned confidently and squeezed out the tenth silver coin from the pile of won silver coins. Nari.

Tibberg was the first to roll the dice, shaking them vigorously as they rattled in the dirty cup, and superstitiously blew into the container before slamming it upside down on the table.He raised his glass and looked at the dice with relief.

"Nine o'clock," he announced the result, and let everyone else see clearly, "I think luck is on my side now..."

Another player followed. He simply shook the cup, and after it slammed on the table, he waved his hand and announced that he was out of the game, because the two dice added up to only four points, and he didn't want to lose any more money. .

Sepke was the last one to throw the dice, and he was shaking the cup and smiling, and when he lifted the wooden cup, the boy laughed even more, because everyone could clearly see that he had rolled a ten.

"No!" Tilberg slammed his fist on the table and screamed loudly, spattering his saliva. "No! That's not right! The boy must be screwed!"

"Calm down, Mr. Tilberg!" the tavernkeeper warned him. "You can play dice here, but I will not tolerate any quarrels and fights here!"

"You let a liar in!" The man stared at him with bloodshot eyes, "This little bastard we don't know who must be playing fake dice!"

"Watch what you say, sir!" The confident Sepke glanced at the silver coins he won in the previous round, and said confidently, "If I play fake dice, so do everyone else here, including you, You have to know that you also won three rounds before..."

"How dare you talk to me like that, you little liar slug!" The gambler jumped up, "Let me bet one last round and give me new dice!"

"I didn't cheat!" Sepke stood up and patted his chest. "Everyone has seen that I won in a fair way. To prove my honesty, I invite everyone to have a drink! Boss, You hear me, don't forget to top that poor barefoot too!" The boy pointed to the lone guest who had been sipping from his little glass of wine all night.

So everyone had another drink before going home, and the tavernkeeper prepared a sturdy little bag for the twins, into which they put their won silver.

It was late for the boys to go home too, but Tibberg seemed even angrier after drinking a new glass of wine, he really couldn't accept this fiasco.

"Don't go!" shouted the gambler excitedly as the twins bid farewell to the crowd and prepared to leave. "Let's play one more game! One last game! Only with my dice!"

"I don't want to offend you, Mr. Tilberg," Sepke smiled, "but what do you want to bet on? I don't want you to come home naked, and I don't really want your clothes... ..."

"How about this?" He reached for his bag and pulled out a carefully folded papyrus. "Ten acres of uncultivated, freely transferable farmland leased from His Excellency Csanád Telegdi, Bishop of Eger, for 50 years!"

The air in the tavern suddenly froze, and no one expected things to develop into what they are now.

All the drinking friends of the owner of the vineyard, Tibor, knew that he came to the tavern today to celebrate this real estate contract, which was a victory he won through bribery, favors and sweat after a year and a half.

The man was already a wealthy farmer and his father owned several farmlands outside the city, but the deed signed and sealed by the bishop and the ten acres that came with it would make Tibor the largest vineyard in Eger host.He applauds his victory tonight and feels he can make higher stakes than usual.

However, his purse was empty, the booze had completely numbed his mind, and when the brat started insulting him rudely, he completely lost his mind.

(End of this chapter)