I just covet their strength

Chapter 13 The Great God in the Field of War Chess
Westhead didn't care what flag he had inadvertently set. Yoda's strong refusal was expected by him. Since the other party refused to lend money, then forget it.

Could it be that if Yourda hadn't borrowed the money, wouldn't the dignified Lord Qinghui be able to raise such a small sum?

In the early morning of the next day, Westhead left the mansion after breakfast, but he had no intention of looking for Lesia today. Although he knew that the latter must be looking forward to him, delaying gratification is also a skill.

To put it more darkly, Westhead believes that "Strategy" is actually taking advantage of the weaknesses of human nature and deliberately creating attachment, desire and trust.

In Westhead's opinion, a truly strong person is one who is aloof and tenacious and never relies on others. Just like the future [Withered and Flourishing Dragon King], silver and iron flow in his veins.

The posture of a strong man who despised everything really made Westhead admire him endlessly.

But what should we do if we don't go to Lesia?

The answer is to play chess.

In this extremely large palace complex, except for the bedrooms and individual solemn halls, other places are actually regarded as park-like public places, which can be used by the believers and heirs of the Holy Tree at will.

And of course there are a lot of entertainment rooms.

In the warm and comfortable spacious room, Westhead sat back on the soft couch with a relaxed expression, looking at the noble man in red who was playing against him opposite.

In the open space between them, the lifelike magic projection is showing a spectacular battle situation. Models of knights or monsters are fighting each other according to the will of the two players.

"I use [Arcane Storm Missiles] to attack [Sigh Shield Guard] on your field. The dice rolls. Great! Great success! Your shield guard loses its combat capability. Then, I move [Wind Knight] forward two squares."

The red noble's dice luck was quite good, and the spell card was a great success. The surging magic missiles cleared the [Sighing Shield Guard] in front of his base, relieving his urgent need.

Westhead took a sip of tea and calmly turned over a card.

"In this case, I activate the secret card [Surge of Light] to clear your [Wind Knight]. There is no need to roll the dice. The gap is too big. It's not even a second. Then [Blue Statue Guardian] moves forward and uses The skill [Power of Nature] begins to elementalize the site."

Seeing that his [base] was besieged again, the noble in red became furious and activated his final trump card:

"Activate [End Time]! Sacrifice the [Defending Warriors] from the three regiments on my field and summon the next [Chaos Monster]!"

The chessboard projection shook violently, and accompanied by bursts of wailing sounds, an almost indescribable monster emerged from the bloody spell and became the largest monster chess piece present.

Westhead raised his eyebrows and said calmly:

"Frost Breath freezes your Chaos Monster. The dice roll is six. The saving throw is invalid. Pass. Then I use two regiments of Field Artisans to build a city defense, the Pale Rampart, on your second position. It will be completed in three rounds when your Chaos Monster is unsealed."

Easily neutralizing the opponent's trump card, Westhead once again established a dominant position.

"[Pale Barrier] This card is relatively unpopular. You may not have seen it. Let me remind you that once it is built, it will take five turns to break even the high-level chaos monsters. During this period, I still have ten [City Defense] cards. Card] can be built.”

After this set, the noble in red was stunned. He looked at the cards in his hand over and over again, and big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

You're sweating profusely, bro!

"I give up."

The red-clothed nobleman who had exhausted all his plans said in a trembling voice, took out a handful of banknotes and placed them on the table, then stood up and left in a daze.

Westhead put away the imperial currency embroidered with complicated patterns. This kind of paper money called [Silver Leaf] can be exchanged for equivalent precious metals at any central bank in the empire.

Throwing the money on the sofa aside, Westhead took out his thick card deck and sorted it out.

[Endless War Chess] is a board game that is very popular both inside and outside the empire.

The rules are very simple. Both sides combine cards with equal points to engage in a battle on the board. Whoever knocks off the opposite [base] first wins.

But in fact, because each card has various effects, the combination is very strategic and interesting.

Each card is engraved with magic spells to provide light and shadow effects, which not only improves the game effect, but also serves as an anti-counterfeiting certification.

And in a martial empire, this is not just entertainment to lose one's morale. The nature of war deductions can actually be called cultivating sentiments.

The people watching all cast their eyes in awe and admiration:

"Even Hunter lost. He is already the best among us." "Oh my god! He is a master in the field of war chess!"

"I've played against Lord Qinghui before. At that time, he had no rules at all and just rushed around randomly. But why is he being so aggressive now?"

"Enlightenment belongs to yes."

"Mr. Qinghui! Mr. Qinghui, do you still accept disciples?"

[Endless War Chess] is actually a built-in chess and card game in "Poetry of Destiny". Westhead has also been addicted to it for a long time. Although it is not as exciting as fighting, it is still very good for a little entertainment.

Before traveling back in time, Lord Qinghui also purchased a lot of rare cards when he was squandering money. It just so happened that Westhead had a construction vision ahead of the times, and the combination of the two brought a little bit to modern chess players. The routine is shocking.

There was no challenge at all, and Westhead couldn't help but shake his head.

"Does anyone else want to come and play a game with me? The old rules are that the win or loss is five hundred silver leaves."

Westhead looked to the left and right, and the fans around him took a step back under his gaze.

Although five hundred silver leaves is not a huge amount of money, it is by no means a small amount. At least it is difficult for young nobles who have not inherited the family business to squander it casually.

Without challengers, Westhead also rejected all those who wanted to learn from his masters, so enthusiasts left in despair.

Just as Westhead was about to get up and leave, a voice as clear and confident as a lark came.

"Then let me play a game with Mr. Qinghui."

Sitting across from him was a young woman who looked to be Westhead's age.

She was wearing a dress embroidered with a lyrebird pattern, pure white lace trimmed with gold thread, and the side slits of the skirt exposed a pair of straight and slender calves, which were so dazzling that it was difficult to look directly at her.

A small hand stretched out from the wide bell sleeves to support her beautiful face, and a pair of golden eyes full of smiles flowed slowly like hot gold.

Too dazzling to look directly at.

The shoulder-length hair cannot cover the sharp ears, indicating that he has elven blood.
"It's not of elf blood."

As if she knew what Westhead was thinking, the elegant girl said:

"If you call me a half-elf, I'll be angry. Ah, Rozana, I don't have a problem with you, don't mind it."

The girl in the white dress said the last part of her sentence to the maid standing behind her, who was indeed a half-elf.

"Yuanxi Palace does not need to explain to me, your will is the most important."

The half-elf maid with long emerald hair lowered her head and glanced at Westhead vaguely.

Westhead also had some guesses:
"you are?"

"Oh, how rude, I started talking to you without introducing myself to you."

The girl stood up, her soft brown hair mixed with slightly dark yellow falling like a waterfall on her back. After bending down slightly, she put a hand on her chest and said: "Luetan, the [Branch of Prosperity] led by Yuan Xi, we are still Let’s meet you for the first time, Mr. Qinghui.”

Luyetan was indeed her.

Westhead does not remember many families in the empire, but a few people who are also members of the "Branches of Prosperity" still know about them.

Westhead nodded: "I have heard about the reputation of Yuanxi Palace, but I didn't expect to meet you in the imperial capital."

"It's just that the Holy Tree Festival is approaching, so I have nothing to do to attend the grand ceremony."

Luetan curled the hair around her ears with her slender green fingers and said with a smile:

"Then Mr. Qinghui, are you willing to accept my chess challenge?"

(End of this chapter)