The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - [Author: Writing Ant]

Chapter 106

The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

[Translator – Kyangi]

[Proofreader – Harley]

Chapter 106

Poker.

It was a very simple game where players tried to assemble certain combinations using the random cards the dealer gave you, then revealed them after betting chips for the winner to get the pot.

Since there weren't any rules to learn as long as you remember the hands, poker was one of the most popular games in casinos.

Because of its popularity, there were also over twenty poker tables in the black market's casino, and all the spectators were mysteriously gathered around the table at the end.

"H-how many times did he win in a row? Four? Five?"

"From what I've counted, he won six times in a row."

"Idiots, the winning streak isn't the important part. He is playing as if he knows everything about the opponent's cards!"

"I know, right? How can he play so well?"

The spectators were amazed by the man in black robe sitting at the center of the table.

"It's not just about the winning streak, but his winning rate is also crazy. I think he's been winning more than seven out of ten games."

"He is so lucky. I used to be like that once."

"Bullshit, you've always been broke!"

"Wow, look at all those chips. They're piled up like a mountain, I'm jealous."

Just like he said, chips were piled up like a hill in front of the black-robed man.

"Haa!"

"Hmm..."

"Damn it."

The gamblers at that table broke out in a cold sweat or frowned upon seeing that.

"Isn't he a dishonest gambler? It's also called a swindler."

"You idiot! There's magic cast inside the black market's casino, mana can't be used here. And that dealer would've caught him already if he was actually a swindler, since he has over twenty years of experience."

"Ah, now that you mention it, they changed the dealer as well."

Because the robed man kept winning over and over, the other clients complained and the dealer was changed. However, that didn't make him start losing money.

"That means he really is lucky."

"Wow, I wish I was that lucky..."

"Well, obviously he's lucky, but his judgment is great too. His gaze is no joke."

"Keuh..."

Dorian, who had been listening to the spectators while biting his fingernails, came up to the black robed man—which was Raon.

"Y-young master, let's stop now. Now is the time that your the beginner's luck has been extended like a rubber band! Everyone's saying you were just lucky!"

"How long do you think beginner's luck can last?"

Raon smirked, looking at Dorian's anxious eyes.

'Well, it's about time I stop.'

He gathered his mountain of chips and nodded. The black butterfly was usually auctioned at ten to twenty gold. Since he had earned thirty-five gold so far, it was about time he stopped.