Don't call me evil god

A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

Discovered!

Seeing that these dwarves only knew how to drink and revel, Pete thought that they were all stupid and could not realize the cheating method of 100% victory.

As a result, a dwarf actually realized the problem.

Although Pete was not caught on the spot, the concealment effect of the magic of [Secrets of All Things] was definitely unquestionable. Only the "information" that Pete could receive would not leave any physical evidence.

But his cheating method was discovered.

In other words, the opponent found a way to make Pete's cheating method ineffective.

Now all the reasoning and speculation of this game have lost their meaning.

The middle-aged dwarf directly left everything on the table to luck.

Pete's scalp numbed!

The idea of ​​​​Brandon to gain the respect of the dwarves is very good.

Let's not mention anything else.

When Pete won repeatedly, the young dwarves in the bar were almost excited to the sky, and they praised Pete as "Emperor" and almost filled up their reputation.

The problem is that this reputation-boosting bug has been fixed by an old, experienced dwarf!

The dwarves are big drinkers, so a large cup of Stone Castle Liquor can be drunk by at least 2 or 3 cups, and that's on the premise that they have already drunk themselves.

If they are asked to drink slowly and eat at the same time, it would be like drinking water.

But Pete can't do that.

He estimates that he doesn't even need a cup of Stone Castle Liquor, and he will be exhausted after taking a sip.

There is no tolerance for mistakes, which makes him have no confidence to compete with the middle-aged dwarf in front of him as an opponent.

The opponent can lose 3 or 4 games in a row.

Pete can't lose at all, so that he can beat the opponent.

How can this be played?

And Pete can't give up.

He has been reminded of this by Miranda in advance.

Traditional dwarves believe in the idea of ​​fighting if you don't accept it, and never admit defeat once the fight starts.

Either the opponent is beaten down, or you are beaten down.

They considered it a shame to admit defeat or surrender.

This meant that as long as he participated in the dice game of the Wine Warrior, Pete would either win the Happy Hour Bar to the end and beat all those who tried to challenge him.

Or he would be defeated, that is, he would be drunk.

…

Pete gritted his teeth and said, "Three sixes!"

He only had one six in his hand.

Now he couldn't infer the opponent's result, he could only guess blindly.

As long as the opponent's dice clock had two sixes, then this result would not be afraid of being "opened".

The middle-aged dwarf on the opposite side grinned and said, "Seven sixes!"

He didn't look at the dice clock!

He directly increased the bet to a rather outrageous number!

From Pete's perspective, this meant that the opponent had to have all six dice with six points to win the game!

"Boy, this is the real way for dwarves to play!"

"It doesn't matter whether the dice win or not."

"Don't forget, the name of the game is the Wine Warrior, not the Dice King."

"What if we win, what if we lose?"

"Our goal is to find a place where everyone can have fun."

"Real dwarves don't care about winning or losing."

The middle-aged dwarf. Although he looked drunk, he spoke very fluently and clearly.

From a rational point of view.

For the prediction of 7 sixes, no matter whether the opponent shook out the limit of 6 sixes or not, as long as Pete increased the bet and the opponent chose to open the clock to check, Pete would definitely lose.

"Open!"

Pete chose to open the clock.

The middle-aged dwarf turned up the dice clock.

There was only 1 six in his result.

There is no doubt that he lost a lot.

The opponent did not hesitate and drank another large glass of Stone Castle liquor.

"Hu-ha! Refreshing!"

He wiped the remaining wine on the corner of his beard.

"Continue!"

The game was played without looking at the dice clock.

This time, luck was on the dwarf's side.

The two shook out a total of 5 fives. When Pete reported "6 fives", the middle-aged dwarf chose to open the clock to check.

A large cup of Stone Castle liquor was placed in front of Pete with a "bang".

Seeing Pete finally lose a game, the dwarves in the tavern started to make a noise:

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

"Human warrior! Drink it up!"

Looking at the bubbling yellow liquor in front of him, Pete took a deep breath.

He held the wine glass with both hands, closed his eyes, made up his mind, tilted his head back, and poured the liquor into his mouth!

The dwarves around him suddenly burst into enthusiastic cheers.

"Good!!!"

"Beautiful!"

"Long live the warriors!!!"

"For the feat of the human warriors, let's drink together, cheers!"

Although the atmosphere around him became more enthusiastic, Pete was no longer aware of that.

Before the strong liquor entered his mouth, Pete could smell the strong aroma of the liquor.

When he really took a sip, he felt a violent impact rushing straight into his mind.

The liquor was surging in his mouth, chest, and stomach, as if a fire was lit in his body!

This was not drinking, it was just like pouring magma!

Every part of his body was hot, Pete felt dizzy, everything in front of him became blurred, and the sounds from the outside world turned into a buzzing sound in his mind.

As if he was recreating the feeling before his body was resurrected in the altar of creation, Peter soon became completely unaware of the existence of his body.

The world fell into darkness.

It was pretty much what Peter had expected.

Peter still had no luck with things like Stone Castle Spirits.

I just took a few sips and simply said I was going to sleep!

…

I don’t know how long it took.

"Uh uh..."

When Peter regained consciousness and opened his eyes again, he found that he was in a strange environment.

I don't know why, but I have a splitting headache.

There seemed to be obvious pain coming from several places on the body from time to time.

Peter struggled to hold himself up, shook his head vigorously, barely woke himself up, and tried to observe his surroundings:

Low mountain cave ceiling.

A dimly lit room with no external light and lit only by candles.

The simple and flat stone bed beneath me.

And - a continuous sound of thunderous snoring.

"...Where have I been..."

Pete was confused.

He is broken.

The last scene left in my memory was the strong liquor that was as hot as lava.

Then nothing is known.

A faintly familiar voice came from the side: "This is a hotel room owned by the dwarves."

Peter turned towards the source of the sound, which was the door of the room.

The height of the room is limited, less than 1.8 meters. Gale needs to bend slightly if he wants to enter, otherwise he will hit his head.

His face was full of helplessness.

"You fell 'unconscious'."

"The dwarves carried you all the way from the Happy Hour Tavern to the hotel, and even put you on the bed."

"They were very careless. I saw you getting knocked up several times."

Peter hissed.

He knew why his body hurt.

"By the way! How was the game?"

…