I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 216 Betting

Lancelot had a speechless look on his face, and the gamblers' comments kept coming to his ears, but without exception, they were full of malicious words.

"Just apologize, I don't want to get in a bad mood because of a bastard like you." Boru coughed lightly and ordered to the beard with a sad face in front of him.

"Yes!" The bearded man's face was full of gratitude, and he bowed to Lancelot who was standing aside: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Bolu gently waved his hand to signal the other party to leave, then raised his voice and shouted: "It's okay here, everyone, please continue!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him began to make noise again, continuing the topic before the silence as if nothing had happened.

Lancelot suddenly felt very strange. There was almost no transition in the transformation of these people. It was like a set program, which was executed immediately after receiving the signal from Bolu.

The boy looked in a daze, looking at the people around him who had recovered as before. He had felt this way more than once in the month and a half since he came to the continent of Sabian from the wizarding world.

Maybe this is really just a game, and these people are all pre-set NPCs in the game, and they act according to the established path.

[If you are bolder, Boru and Harvey may also be one of the NPCs, but they are more advanced. 】

【Lilith, Frank, Caesar, Leo, Bolton.】

[If it were reality, how could these guys look exactly like people in another world? 】

Lancelot suddenly felt extremely frightened, and his heart was suddenly shrouded in an unknown fear.

"Lancelot?" Boru patted the boy's shoulder and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Ah?" Lancelot suddenly woke up and shook his head in denial: "No, it's nothing."

Boru politely made way for a richly dressed lady, and gestured to Lancelot: "Let's go, I will take you to the betting point of this Black Thorn Competition first, and then I will take you after I finish placing the bets."

You walk around."

Lancelot didn't speak and followed Boru silently. After bypassing several crowded round tables, they came to a place against the wall.

The boy looked up and saw that it was an arched window made of dark red bricks. Behind the window glass stood a mediocre-looking middle-aged man, smiling flatteringly at Bolu.

There were several men dressed as nobles standing in front of the window sill, turning their heads from time to time to look at the wall to the side.

Lancelot followed his eyes and found a black board hanging on the wall on the right, with a series of names and numbers written in chalk on it.

The eye-catching title in the center reads a crooked line of words: "Black Thorn Competition Players Odds Table"

"Lord Bolu, please come first!"

At this moment, several nobles noticed Bolu standing behind them and immediately moved out of the way, showing no signs of their usual noble airs.

"You're welcome." Boru said so, but he strode to the window without hesitation.

"Lord Boru, what can I do for you?"

"Let's settle the bonus from the previous round first."

"Okay, let me do the math."

Lancelot has no interest in gambling and has been like this since his previous life.

Firstly, it was because he was poor, and secondly, a good friend of his lost all his underpants and jumped from a rooftop more than thirty stories high. It is said that he fell into a puddle of flesh. The relevant personnel spent a whole day.

It was only in the afternoon that the broken flesh of the exploded corpse was washed away.

Lancelot didn't want to be such a person, so refusing to gamble was one of the tenets of his life.

Bored, Lancelot walked to the blackboard and read the so-called odds table from top to bottom.

Eusebio tops the list with odds as low as 1:2.1.

The second player's name was a strange string of characters that Lancelot couldn't decipher.

The third contestant's name was in another strange character, and Lancelot still couldn't identify it.

Lancelot looked down speechlessly, and suddenly he saw a familiar name.

Burton, odds 1:52.

The boy took a deep breath, it turned out that Bolton guy also participated in the Blackthorn Competition!

Lancelot immediately moved to Boru's side, wanting to ask what was going on. He didn't even have time to see himself, who had the lowest odds.

"Lord Bolu, this is the bonus you received from the last round of competition. This is an indefinite check with a face value of one hundred gold coins. You can exchange it for gold coins at any trading house in Freeland."

The middle-aged man behind the window had a flattering smile on his face, stretched out his hand and handed out a rectangular piece of mithril paper.

However, Boru pushed the check back, shook his head and said: "I decided to use all the money as bets for this round."

The fat face of the middle-aged man smiled even more, his eyes shone and he said in a surprised tone: "Really? As expected of Lord Bolu, he is really generous!"

Lancelot stood aside boredly, waiting for Boru to place his bet. He found that the nobles who took the initiative to let Boru jump in line were whispering about something, and looked at him with curious eyes from time to time.

"What are the odds for Lancelot?" Boru lowered his voice, as if he didn't want the gamblers behind him to hear.

However, Lancelot on the side heard it clearly and asked doubtfully: "Teacher Bolu, you..."

The middle-aged man lowered his head and flipped through a pile of papers for a few seconds, then moved his body closer to the window and said in a lower voice: "Lord Boru, Lancelot's odds are higher than the previous one, currently 1:

360.”

"Okay, I understand."

Boru responded calmly, then put his palms near his forehead and began to think about something.

At this time, Lancelot was speechless, and he felt a deep sense of frustration after hearing his odds.

[What the hell is 1:360? The odds of 1:2.1 with Eusebio are simply in the sky and on the earth.]

As the defending champion of three consecutive Black Thorns Competitions, Eusebio is probably far more powerful than Lancelot imagined, especially after experiencing the last six-man melee, Lancelot was even more convinced.

at this point.

There is no doubt that the opponents in the second round will only be stronger than before. This is also the question Lancelot just wanted to ask. Why did Boru ask his own odds?

"Lancelot wins if everyone wins." Boru coughed slightly and said slowly.

"Lord Boru? Are you sure?"

The middle-aged man behind the windowpane showed an expression of disbelief. Lancelot's odds were the last, and as the amount of the prize pool increased, this number became more and more exaggerated.

The reason why this guy is so surprised is that Boru made a small profit by betting on the general from the Ghost Mountains in the last round.

If all these one hundred gold coins were put on Lancelot, it would undoubtedly be a gift to the casino.

The middle-aged man did not want to trick a big shot like Boru, and he had known Boru for a long time, so he gave advice: "Lord Boru, please stop thinking about it."

(End of chapter)