The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 248 Ch.247 Ram Fiennes

There is indeed no 'cheating' in this private casino - what Roland means is that it is not like the little tricks of street gangsters that he heard from Yam when he was a child:

For example, guessing small wooden balls, dyed playing cards, etc.

This casino can be said to be completely ‘fair’.

They don't make money by cheating customers out of their pockets, and they don't sit across from customers.

They are the initiators and organizers who maintain fairness at the gaming table, and they are the masters who take their own share of the commission.

Roland and Xander followed Ram, watching him skillfully pat various people on the shoulders, and then adopt another method for a small number of people: bowing, nodding, shaking hands, or dismissing them.

All kinds of people have all kinds of ways of coping.

Then, he came to a table that was longer than the front and back walls of his bedroom.

The gas lamp painted with gold powder illuminated the table carpet with red background and silver pattern, on which was a wooden gambling set recessed into the inside of the table body, and a circle of guests.

Some of them shouted, some sighed, some stamped their feet, and shouted at someone.

It was very lively.

"this is very simple."

Ram Fiennes squeezed a way for Roland and Xander to stand at the table - in fact, when Xander came slowly, the men separated automatically.

Few ladies come here.

"Oh, use your spirit, gentlemen." Ram seemed to 'come alive' in this gaslight and lively atmosphere. He looked at the row of cards on the table and touched for a long time before taking out a shilling with body temperature from his pocket.

in front of you.

Other guests also placed bets.

The expensive cherry wood disc was engraved with a circle of numbers and painted black and red.

You can bet on a number, two, three, even six, twelve.

You can bet on red and black colors, and you can bet on odd or even numbers.

When the ivory ball actually lands on the roulette wheel, starts bouncing, starts rolling, starts spinning slower and slower, the real winner will be determined - he or they will share the prize on the wheel exclusively or jointly. (After paying a certain commission in proportion).

Is this interesting?

Roland saw Fiennes put the shilling on the spot with "3" written on it. At the same time, there was a golden two pounds next to his shilling.

"If I win like this, I'll split the money with him..."

It's like it really hits the mark.

The ivory ball bounced twice and spun many times on the roulette wheel. Finally, in response to the expectations of the guests, it stopped at the "16" position.

There happened to be three of them there, put there by the two men before.

There was a sudden sigh.

"Is this interesting?" Roland was confused and turned to ask Xander in a low voice. He didn't understand that a ball, a cheap wooden board, and a circle of numbers could make these big kids noisy all night long.

"Not at all, Roland."

Xander was not interested in the game unless the men were betting not on gold pounds but on their own fingers or teeth.

That's fun.

Like life in a monastery.

While the girls are in the shower, take away their clothes or... put something interesting in them.

Then, amid the chorus of prayers, enjoy a tragedy that dances under the gaze of the gods.

A deeper drama…

For example, add some interesting solvents for scrubbing floor tiles to a large tank of water in a certain room.

The holy, pure, beautiful girl who has not been pierced by a spear will cover her eloquent mouth and spit out the only sincere thing in her body from the throat without truth.

Bright blood.

She would squirt blood into the other candidates' faces and they would scream.

She would choke on blood, cough violently, and her thirst for life would make her constantly ask for help from the people around her. Then, in despair, she would see her friends retreat silently with frightened faces.

She sprayed blood on the shining silver holy cross. When her body was taken away, the blood on the cross was quickly wiped clean.

——The Holy Cross will never be mottled, which all depends on the bloody and solemn faith of the believers.

She watched Roland pick up a shilling, throw it to a certain number, and then wait for the result: he obviously had no luck, but he was not disappointed. He curled his lips and was ready to try other toys - he was not very interested in this toy, and was very disappointed. good.

If it's just for me, that's better.

The Xander in Xander's heart is smiling crazily, but the Xander who is responsible for the flesh and blood is still reserved and elegant.

She followed the messenger of God the Father around the casino, watching the golden-eyed messenger as curious as a child, laughing, clapping her hands or hugging Ram Fiennes, which suddenly reminded her of a person.

The only... person she's ever been close to, besides Roland Collins?

She is now...

Probably, still in the monastery?

Xander didn't know and didn't care.

"Mr. Fiennes, I'm curious, do you prefer this game because of the money or the excitement?"

When Roland put down the poker in his hand and won seven shillings, he completely lost interest in this smoky place.

"Both, Mr. Collins." Ram Fiennes clearly liked Roland calling him 'sir' - sir, not 'hey' or 'that old guy', not 'trash' or 'steps stool' .

"The weekly salary of a formal executive is quite high."

Not to mention that it was too easy to become an official executive in the nearly ten years before Roland.

"Three pounds..."

Fiennes scratched his thigh, wiped the sweat from his palm, and grinned, as if mocking this delicate man who didn't know the suffering of the world: "Three pounds is not enough for people to live, Mr. Collins."

Roland didn't care. He walked on the soft carpet with Fiennes in front of the novel gambling tables, and talked with him as they walked: "At least when I was in the workhouse, three pounds? If you had three shillings, you could live well - I don't know why this high weekly salary is not enough for you to live..."

He said, speaking unorthodox words lightly.

"If you really need a lot of money, you shouldn't come here and gamble with these people. You should use your identity as an executive to plunder, or find a moonless night to sneak into the home of a big shot and take something away."

This scared Fiennes and stopped immediately.

He turned his head in horror, looked at Roland, and then looked at Shandel, who had a face full of "it's true", and couldn't help but begin to doubt the true identity of these two people.

"It's just a metaphor, Mr. Fiennes."

Roland's 'bluffing' and 'pretentious' words and gestures made Ram Fiennes a little angry: "Come on, kid! If I had four rings, I would rob that noble lord. Even if I became a criminal, was wanted, arrested, and hanged, I could enjoy a few months - but I'm only one ring, sir!"

"One ring! Can't do anything!"

Xindel laughed.

This is just an excuse.

If one ring can't do anything, then there will be no criminals among the mortals in this world - if she wants, a girl who is not as tall as a table can set fire to her parents.

In her eyes, Ram Fiennes is like the pendulum of a clock.

A pendulum that doesn't swing.

To the left, it's good; to the right, it's evil.

He is in the middle, neither good nor evil, neither good nor bad.

He wants to get rich, but he doesn't have enough courage; he wants respect, but he doesn't have the strength to be respected.

He rots in mediocrity, but he is not bad enough.

Like the dirt on the soles of shoes, the stains on the hems of skirts, the oil spots on the tablecloths - everyone knows that these things are inevitable, and there is no question of whether they like it or not, let alone "noticing" them.

She likes the extreme, the upside-down, the disordered.