The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 841

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Kaphne took a deep breath, trying to suppress the pressure that was emerging in her heart.

– There is nothing to be afraid of.

She told herself so.

It’s just a gamble with the rotman, and it’s even a nightmare — it doesn’t even need to win.

Kafney believes that Annan can lose when he wants to lose and win when he wants to win.

But because Rufu has the power to admit defeat, if Kafney can lose, Annan can get better results.

But in the end, it’s still a nightmare that doesn’t matter whether it wins or loses.

If in this kind of battle, there is no courage to fight against the rotten…

Kafney would never believe in herself that she could always be by Annan’s side.

Annan will face an enemy of this level sooner or later.

She didn’t want to be a pet, and she didn’t want to be a burden.

She couldn’t accept that Annan had ruined the chance to win because of his own drag-she didn’t need this kind of future.

If she can’t be the key to Annan’s victory or defeat.

At least he can provide some help to Annan while protecting his own safety – even if it’s just a sword and a shield…

Annan was even able to fight Roof head-on.

Salvatore had also been involved in that battle… and she could only deal with those summons.

Kaphne thought about it at the time.

If Annan’s side is not Salvatore, but himself… Can he do better?

– The answer is no.

Her too keen perception made it impossible for her to look directly at the body of the god.

It’s like looking directly at the brilliance of the sun with the naked eye… The sharper the eyes, the more serious the damage will be.

Moreover, Annan challenged the rotman at the time, not the madman’s folly.

As a Bronze rank superhuman, fight against the gods – without even failing.

Instead, he took a bite of flesh from the rotman and drove the rotten church out of Noah’s kingdom.

Saved his life from the side.

This kind of thing…

“—Of course I can do it.”

Kaphne, who played Dmitri, suddenly sharpened her eyes.

“Dmitri” waved away the ritual knife with only the handle left.

His left hand is still in his pocket, while his right index finger, middle finger and thumb are on the card.

The long black-haired man closed his eyes and tried his best to ignore the negative emotions in his heart.

His brain started to run fast-

– The rules are simple.

Three of the fifteen cards are marked.

Draw five times in a row, if you draw one, you will win, and the rest will be negative.

Very simple rules.

The game itself is really fair, and there seems to be no surefire way to win.

It seems that you can only gamble your life?

“……wrong.”

Kaphne narrowed her eyes slightly.

She suddenly realized a problem.

This game, if she wants to win.

It was a pretty fair game indeed…but if she wanted to lose, it would be difficult.

Her purpose happened to be to lose this game – to give Annan the initiative to win or lose.

The three marked numbers were hand-picked by Annan, not completely random.

As a result, it became traceable… Kafney’s knowledge of Annan determined that it was possible for her to guess these numbers.

Well, her strategy actually has two directions.

That is to completely avoid these three numbers and choose the number that Annan “will never choose” to achieve “zero number clearance”; or directly guess the number Annan chose and choose multiple “maybe” numbers , to achieve “plural clearance”.

If you change your strategy in the middle, then it will actually increase the difficulty.

…which way should I choose?

“Dmitri” frowned and let out a deep mouthful of frosty white air.

“Are you thinking, ‘Which way should I go?'”

Rufu suddenly said,

With a bright smile like a clown, he said in a soft voice, “Do you want to avoid the three numbers chosen by Annan, or do you want to try and guess the number chosen by Annan?

“If you choose to avoid it, can you really avoid it? And the number that Annan chose sounds like it is easier to guess… But if in the end, you only guessed one, or not even one. ?

“—Does this mean that you don’t know Annan at all?”

“Crap.”

“Dmitri” said coldly, thinking seriously.

If it was Annan…what number would he choose?

Annan can’t choose three cards at random and gamble his life.

That’s not his style at all.

In other words, the numbers he chose must have some meaning.

And if Annan predicts that these three numbers are for guessing… No, he must be able to guess.

Then he will definitely choose the number he can guess.

…the first number.

“–twelve.”

“Dmitri” replied in a deep voice, reaching out and holding down the card marked “The Queen Holding the Holy Grail” and marked with XII on it.

This is the number that symbolizes the old grandmother, and the most sacred number to the people of Winter.

Their current identities are Dmitry and Annan, UU reading www.sonicmtl.

com and is in the Principality of Winter, and it happens to be December.

This number shouldn’t be hard to guess.

“Then, the first secret.”

The rotten said leisurely: “[Annan once had the intention to kill you].”

…is this the truth or is it a lie?

“Dmitri”‘s hand paused slightly and looked up at the rot.

Rufu just raised his hands and said innocently: “Of course I won’t tell you whether it’s true or not, it’s up to you to judge. Otherwise, the difficulty will be reduced.

“But I don’t play that word game. Say something like ‘The number of lies is the same as the number of cards marked’ and then shuffle the order of the truth and the lie. As long as the cards you draw are real, they must be Lies; as long as it is false, it must be true.”

The corner of Rufu’s mouth rose slightly: “How about it, isn’t this particularly friendly?”

“…can you shut up?”

“Oh No.”

Rufu chuckled and said: “I promised to tell you the secret about Annan, and I will tell you; but since I didn’t say when to tell you, then I will choose to settle on the spot-if you really know Annan well enough, Doesn’t that make it easier for you to lose?”

…so noisy.

Must be a lie.

Kaphne thought.

Annan would not have murderous intentions against others at will, let alone his own brother.

This pure kindness is also the biggest difference between Annan and others.

So at least I have to pick another one…

“Dmitri” frowned, reached out and pressed the number seven without hesitation.

Kafney knew that Annan was the seventh luminary of the sun.

The number seven made sense to him…he might choose that number.

“Second secret,” Rufu said leisurely, “[Annan’s soul comes from another world].”