LRAB 0028 Are you deaf?
0028 Are you deaf?
Dealing cards...this is also one of the rules of blackjack.
When two cards in your hand are the same, you can split the two cards into two hands, which is equivalent to calculating the win or loss as two independent players.
Cicero and Tours exchanged a glance; Cicero's eyes practically gleamed with barely suppressed delight.
Cicero was still a little nervous when he saw the two Aces, because Zhou Yun still had a chance to win.
But now, Zhou Yun's decision to split the cards... is an extremely foolish one.
After the cards are dealt, according to the rules, Zhou Yun must draw one card for each hand. For Zhou Yun to win, he needs to draw a J/K/Q to achieve Blackjack.
The problem is... there are no more Jacks in the deck now, and only one King and one Queen are left.
Cicero didn't believe Zhou Yun was lucky enough to draw those two cards.
It seems Zhou Yun made such a foolish decision because the blind witch's magic had started to take effect...
Cicero couldn't help but smile knowingly.
Zhou Yun looked at the smile on Cicero's lips and couldn't help but find it a little funny.
As time went on, Zhou Yun's thoughts had penetrated deep into Cicero's mind, and he was able to read Cicero's thoughts.
When he turned his head away, he deliberately distorted Cicero and Tour's thinking, making them ignore Zhou Yun's actions.
Cicero felt that it was impossible to draw both the King and the Queen at the same time by luck alone.
Yes, his strange good fortune alone wouldn't be enough to achieve that level.
But if it were Cicero or Tours, Zhou Yun wouldn't even need some strange good luck; he would definitely draw the K and the Q.
Cicero's misfortune destined him to suffer the greatest loss, and the way he suffered the greatest loss was by getting two blackjacks in one go after the deal.
"Should we interrupt the game?" Libo looked at Zhou Yun's back with apprehension. Zhou Yun's glance just now was no accident. This scholar... is probably the same kind as the blind witch.
Then Cicero and his team have absolutely no chance of winning...
"Hmm?" Lipo looked at the blind witch who hadn't replied.
The blind witch's hands were trembling, the veins on her fingers standing out one by one, and her toothless mouth was slightly open as she gasped for breath.
Just moments ago, in that brief instant when Zhou Yun looked at the blind witch, he retaliated against her clumsy witchcraft and taught her what it meant to transmit spiritual energy.
He cast a telepathic spell, commonly used in the Inquisition, on the blind witch.
Fear spell, this psionic spell has a simple and straightforward effect: it awakens the deepest fears in the target's subconscious, plunging them into an abyss of terror.
The blind witch saw it in the darkness, she saw it again after more than ten years of blindness.
She saw herself in shackles, huddled in an iron cage with her sister; she saw the crowds gathered in the slave market.
She smelled the stench of mud, the sweat of her sister, and the man's pungent perfume.
She heard the man's gentle voice, the slave trader's conversation with the man, and the clinking of silver dinars.
She and her twin sister were bought because the man recognized their talent, and then... torture...
Memories surged forth sharply, like needles pricking the skin.
Her eyeballs, her teeth, her missing internal organs...
Torture, torture, torture, torture every single day, every single moment.
Her talent also grew stronger with each day of torment; she began to see the extravagant, corrupt court and hear the groans of the god of first cry...
Her life was slipping away, her skin was aging and wrinkled, and the blessings of the first-crying god were flowing into her body...
But she was still a failure.
The torture tormented her; she couldn't enjoy it. Her talents weren't developing in the direction the manor expected. She was abandoned, thrown out of the manor's dungeon, and left here to fulfill her remaining purpose.
But the cessation of the torment brought her no comfort whatsoever; her nerves had become accustomed to the pain, and all she felt was constant phantom pain and a profound emptiness deep within her soul...
"According to the rules, you need to place the same bet as the original bet in every hand," Cicero told Zhou Yun.
Zhou Yun just placed a bet of 115 chips, totaling 11,500 dinars.
Zhou Yun shrugged, signaled the waiter to bring the loan agreement, and casually borrowed another 11,500 dinars, placing them on another hand of cards.
Originally, in order to make Zhou Yun incur a huge debt, Libo specifically ordered the servants to allow Zhou Yun to borrow money freely from the Church of Simonetta.
At this moment, besides the blind witch, Libo was also affected by Zhou Yun's telepathic spiritual energy and temporarily forgot that he could stop borrowing money from Zhou Yun.
All I can say is that in Macurag, a place where psionic illiteracy is rampant, Zhou Yun's Inquisition psionic skills, which came from ten thousand years in the future, are absolutely overwhelming.
"Deal the cards to me," Zhou Yun said, opening his arms to Cicero.
Cicero smiled as if he were already celebrating victory and threw the two cards in his hand in front of Zhou Yun.
"Tell me," Zhou Yun said, pointing to one of the cards, "what if this card is a Q?" "And what if this card is a K?"
Cicero was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.
In a Blackjack hand with odds of 1.5, Zhou Yun bet 11,500 dinars in one hand, and in two hands...
If Zhou Yun truly manages to land two Blackjack hands, Cicero will lose to Zhou Yun by 34,500 dinars...
This number made Cicero dizzy.
As a professor at the School of Rhetoric, one of Mackulag's most renowned scholars, and an advisor to numerous dignitaries, Cicero's income was far greater than Zhou Yun's.
But the number 34,500 dinars really surprised him...
He couldn't help but mentally calculate his assets and what price he would have to pay to barely cover this debt.
Ultimately, he can only barely manage the first few rounds... and if he can't keep up later...
"Don't forget, if it weren't for that, you would most likely have lost to me for 25,000 dinars," Cicero said to Zhou Yun, taking a few deep breaths.
He believed that the blind witch had twisted Zhou Yun's mind and made him lose his mind, and that he would not lose this game.
"Next time, find a reliable wizard." Listening to Cicero's thoughts, Zhou Yun couldn't help but shake his head.
"...Huh?" Cicero exclaimed in bewilderment, not understanding what Zhou Yun was talking about.
I said: Next time, find a reliable wizard. Are you deaf?
Zhou Yun's voice rang directly in Cicero's ears.
This time, Cicero heard everything clearly.
At the same time, Zhou Yun also turned over the two cards in front of Cicero.
K and Q.
Zhou Yun made blackjack with both of his hands.
Cicero suddenly felt a surge of energy rise from his chest to his head, his heart was pounding, every vein on his face was filled with blood, his temples were swollen and painful, and his vision began to blur.
He stretched out his finger, opened his mouth, pointed at Zhou Yun, his tongue twitching up and down in his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.
Zhou Yun sighed softly.
"Oh, that earth dog wizard is a menace!"