Chapter 365 Crossroads

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Cafney took a deep breath, trying to suppress the pressure emerging in her heart.

—There is nothing to be afraid of.

She told herself so.

It's just a gamble with a rotten man, even in a nightmare - you don't even need to win.

Cafney believes that Annan can lose when he wants to lose, and win when he wants to win. But because the rotten man has the right to admit defeat, if Kafni can lose, Annan can get a better result.

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

If in this kind of battle, you don't have the courage to fight against the rotting man...

Kafni would not believe in herself at all, and could always be by Annan's side.

Annan will face enemies of this level sooner or later.

She doesn't want to be a pet, let alone a burden. She couldn't accept that Annan's chance of winning was ruined because of his drag - she didn't need this kind of future.

If she can't be the key to Annan's outcome.

At least he can provide some help to Annan while protecting his own safety - even if it's just a sword or a shield...

Annan was even able to fight the rotting man head-on. Salvatore had also participated in that battle head-on...but she could only deal with those summons.

Cafney also thought about it at the time.

If it was not Salvatore who followed Annan, but himself...could he have done 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 staring 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 rotting man at the time, not the folly of a fanatic.

As a Bronze-rank Transcendent, he fought against the gods—not even failed.

Instead, he bit off a bite of flesh from the rotten man, and drove the entire rotten church out of Noah's kingdom. Saved his life from the side.

this kind of thing...

"—Of course I can."

Kafni, who played Dmitri, suddenly became sharper.

"Dmitry" waved away the ceremonial knife with only the handle remaining.

His left hand is still in his pocket, while the index, middle, and thumb of his right hand rest on the cards.

The man with long black hair closed his eyes, trying his best to ignore the negative emotions in his heart.

His brain began to work rapidly——

- The rules are simple.

Three of the fifteen cards are marked. If you draw five times in a row, you win if you draw one card, and you lose the rest.

Very simple rules.

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

It seems that you can only gamble with your life?

"……wrong."

Cafney narrowed her eyes slightly.

She suddenly realized a problem.

This game, if she wants to win. It was indeed a fairly fair game... but if she wanted to lose, it would be more difficult.

Her goal happened to be to lose this round—to give Annan the initiative to win or lose.

The three marked numbers were manually selected by Annan, not completely random. Because of this, there are traces to follow... Cafney's knowledge of Annan determines that it is possible for her to guess these numbers.

Well, her strategy actually has two directions.

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

If you change your strategy midway, it will actually increase the difficulty.

...which way should I choose?

"Dmitry" frowned, and let out a deep breath of frost-white cold air.

"Are you thinking, 'Which way should I go?'"

The rotten man suddenly said,

With a bright smile like a clown, he said in a soft voice: "Do you want to avoid the three numbers selected by Annan, or do you want to try and see if you can guess the number selected by Annan?

"If you choose to avoid it, can you really avoid it? And the number Annan chose sounds easier to guess... But what if in the end, you only guessed one, or even none? ?

"—Does this mean that you don't know Annan at all?"

"Worry."

"Dmitry" said indifferently, thinking seriously.

If it was Annan... what number would he choose?

It is impossible for Annan to 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 will definitely be able to guess. Then he will definitely choose the number that can be guessed.

...the first number.

"--twelve."

"Dmitry" replied in a deep voice, stretched out his hand and held down the card with the drawing "Queen Holding the Holy Grail" marked with Ⅻ.

This is the number that symbolizes the old grandmother, and it is also the most sacred number to the Dong people.

Their current identities are Dmitry and Annan, and they are in the Principality of Winter, which happens to be December. This number should not be difficult to guess.

"Then, the first secret."

The rotting man said leisurely: "【Annan once had the intention to kill you】."

...is this the truth, or a lie?

"Dmitry" paused slightly, and looked up at the rotten man.

The rotten man just raised his hands and said with an innocent face: "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 kind of word game. Say something like 'the number of lies matches the number of marked cards', and shuffle the order of truth and lies back and forth. As long as the card you draw is true, it must be A lie; as long as it is false, it must be true.”

The corner of the rotten man's mouth raised slightly: "How about it, isn't this very friendly?"

"...can you shut up?"

"Oh No."

The rotten man chuckled and said: "I promised to tell you the secret about Annan, and I will definitely tell you; but since I didn't say when to tell you, then I will choose to settle the matter on the spot—if you really know Annan well enough, Wouldn't that make it easier for you to lose?"

... so noisy.

It must be a lie.

Caveney thought.

Annan would not have murderous intentions towards others at will, let alone his own brother. This pure kindness is also the biggest difference between Annan and others.

So at least one more...

"Dmitry" frowned, stretched out his hand and pressed the number seven without hesitation.

Cafney knew that Annan was the seventh celestial sun.

The number seven makes sense to him...he might choose that number.

"The second secret," the rotten man said leisurely, "[Annan's soul comes from another world]."