Translator: Misty Cloud Editor: Misty Cloud
The next day, a gentle wind blew in the early morning.
World renowned Armament City, situated at the summit of Ash Mountain, hosting the entire Divine Continentâs largest armament convention.
Reportedly, all of the worldâs most talented armament masters were concentrated here.
Itâs also been said that here, you didnât know what kind of people youâd meet. Perhaps even an unremarkable old lady could tell whether or not an armament was good or bad.
For armament masters, this place was the heaven among heavens.
However, even in heaven, there was a gambling den.
âPlace your bets and remove your hands, place your bets and remove your hands!â
The gambling den was a gathering bustling with a cacophony of noise and excitement, faint white haze, everywhere floated dust that had not seen sunlight for a long time.
All different shapes of people, from all different backgrounds and classes, some standing some sitting, their pair of eyes fixed motionlessly at the covered bowl on the tabletop as their mouths were shouting. âSmall, small, small!â
(translatorâs note: theyâre playing a very popular Chinese game called âsic bo, or âtai saiâ. These players are guessing whether the sum of three die will be a small number ie.4-10, or big ie. 11-17. Triples donât count.)
Holding onto the bowl, the ends of the personâs mouth raised slightly as he extended his hand to remove the cover.
âHorse sh*t! How is it big again!â A person wearing an outfit of white brocade wiped at the sweat on his forehead. With one look, one could tell it was the kind of anger that came from losing as he gripped the money in his hand and roared. âYour daddy canât believe this bad luck! Iâm betting small, continue betting small!â
This person angered from losing was none other than the distinguished playboy overlord of Armament City. He was originally merely sixteen or seventeen years of age. There were even two little shallow dimples on his cheek, and couldâve easily been taken as a studious senior high school student in modern times.
Once he finished speaking, only a bang was heard, as he extended his hand to place those fragments of silver on top of the word âsmallâ on the game table.
Unexpectedly, a paper fan suddenly obstructed his hand.
âThis brother, are you certain that you want to place it on âsmallâ?â
Having heard that, the little tyrant turned his head to look around, and only saw a young man appearing in front of his face that could only have come from a painting. That person was utterly handsome and light-hearted, with a fair face, shapely eyes which looked up slightly, dyed with a trace of devilishness.
âWhy would you care what I bet on!â That person angered from losing just felt annoyed, especially when what he hated most was this kind of good-looking, mild tempered, domesticated guy. So he then also spoke rudely immediately after!
But, what he didnât anticipate was that that person only looked at him and smiled as he extended his hand and retrieved his fan. After that, his wrist turned and placed the money in his hand on the âbigâ symbol directly in front of that personâs face!
The angered from losing tyrant frowned as he turned his head to glare at the other person.
âPlace your bets and remove your hands, place your bets and remove your hands now!â The banker shaking the dice bowlâs voice was exceptionally pleasant to hear. As his long sleeves waved around, the dice bowl shook dazzlingly.
Finally, a thump sounded!
The hand was removing the cover!
âSmall, small, small, come to your daddy, small!â That handsome face belonging to the little tyrant, when it spoke those two words âyour daddyâ, always caused a strange kind of fondness to arise in other people.
âFive, five, four, big!â The banker very agilely declared, then collected his money, divided it in half, and pushed that away to the young man who was as beautiful as jade.
As that young man took the pieces of silver, the smiling expression at the corners of his mouth became even more pronounced.
Following that, whenever the little tyrant bet on âsmallâ, the other party bet on âbig. Whenever the little tyrant bet on âbigâ, the other person bet on âsmallâ.
In any case, her bet would be the opposite of that angered from losing little tyrantâs bet.
After over a full dozen or more rounds, the money on the noble young manâs side grew more and more, while the little tyrantâs loss was enough to turn heaven upside down!
At this time, the little tyrant also became aware of something. Finally, he also didnât place his bets and only watched that noble young man place his bet.
Each and every single round was won by âhimâ!
Gradually, the little tyrantâs young and handsome face changed from annoyance into admiration, and finally, he was so overwhelmed that he opened his mouth and uttered an emotional sigh.
As if his own goal had been reached, the noble young man collected the money on the table, and with the paper fan faced up, planned to leave.
The little tyrant immediately followed after!
And not just him, even those imperial guards behind him waiting upon him also took another astonished glance before they promptly ran up.
That young man let the fan drop to the side of his leg and and languidly yawned, as if sensing that there were people following behind, yet didnât point it out, and only the smile at the mouth reflected a small trace of shrewdness.
The little tyrant saw that the person almost disappeared. Blushing, he yelled loudly. âHey!â
That young masterâs thin lips curved before turning his head around. âWhatâs up?â
âCough.â The little tyrant placed his hand by the side of his mouth and probably intended to have himself appear a bit more mature, so he even dropped his voice to the deepest level possible. âHow did you know when to bet âbigâ and when to bet âsmallâ.â
That young master smiled, his appearance picturesque. âOut of ten gamblers, nine are cheaters. Have you heard of this?â
âOf course this young master has heard of it!â The handsome youngster harrumphed coldly, then once again took a glance at that young master, and said arrogantly in a very lovable way. âItâs only that this young master still doesnât know how to put it to use, so forget it.â
Speaking so confidently about something he didnât know about, really, enough of that!
The noble young master almost slipped underfoot as the ends of his mouth twitched.
âHey.â When the beautiful youngster spoke again, he totally gave off a kind of utterly refined and handsome appearance. âIf you pass on to me all that you know, this young master will give you lots and lots of money, how about it?â
He must learn all of these things. That way, when he met âthat personâ again, he finally wouldnât be losing every time!
Nobody knew that as the beautiful youngster looked down, at the corners of his eyes streaked a murderous aura that someone at his age simply shouldnât possess.
âI donât want money.â The noble young manâs voice slowly transmitted over. âHowever, I actually can teach you free of charge, what âten gamblers, nine cheatersâ mean.â
âOh?â The handsome youngsterâs brows jumped, as he also smiled. âThatâs actually very interesting. How do you plan on teaching this young master?â
The noble young man moved forward one step, as his thin lips hinted at something profound. âAfter two days, Young Master Wu Shuang should be holding a little competition here. Itâs for the purpose of being able to find a suitable owner for that armament of his. Right now, a lot of people are certain that Helian Jiao Er will definitely win.â
âHelian Jiao Er?â The handsome youngsterâs pupils constricted absent-mindedly. âThat capitalâs number one beauty that was designated to be Third Princeâs consort?â
The noble young manâs eyebrows jumped, and replied smilingly. âThatâs right, itâs her.â
âAfter that, then what?â The handsome youngster slowly opened his mouth. âCould it be that thereâs someone else even more awesome than her?â
The noble young manâs thin lips opened. âOf course there is.â
âFor example?â The handsome youngsterâs pair of eyes narrowed.
The noble young man smiled as he said. âHelian Wei Wei.â
âThat good-for-nothing?â The handsome youngster intuitively knitted his brows.
The noble young man stroked the bridge of his nose, sigh, didnât expect that her fame was so widespread. Even the son of the master of a place as far as Armament City knew of her.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Thatâs right, this elegant and graceful noble young man was none other than the one who had exhausted all of the money she had with her to be able to quickly arrive at Armament City, Helian Wei Wei!
She stood there with her delicate features and outstanding manners.
Even though the cross-dressing her wasnât the woman that at that time gave people a feeling thatâs incomparably breathtaking, but based on her appearance, itâs already enough to be considered as refined as jade. When walking through a crowd, she could attract the attention of no small number of young girls.
âWhy are you not speaking now?â The handsome youngsterâs eyebrows jumped in confusion.
Wei Wei gently coughed once before replying. âItâs because everyone mistakes Helian Wei Wei to be a good-for-nothing that when the moment comes, we will be making even more money...â