Chapter 190
Chapter 190:
Harlan wasn’t about to repeat his earlier mistake. This time, he picked up both sets of dice and inspected them carefully. Nothing seemed wrong.
“Lowest score wins!” he declared.
“Alright. I’ll play. But the loser has to lose three fingers. With this many people watching, don’t even think about backing out,” Brenna said sweetly but firmly.
By then, a crowd had gathered around the table. Most were influential people from Shirie, drawn by the mounting tension and high stakes.
A few foreigners had also gathered, eager to see how the matter would end.
Joonas leaned down and whispered something into Ethan’s ear. Ethan’s expression grew uneasy, and he pulled out his phone, ready with a backup plan in case things went badly for Brenna.
Brenna was skilled with cards, but when it came to dice, Harlan had real experience. At the Imperial Bar, he hadn’t lost a game in years. Ethan glanced at Brenna, who appeared calm, as if she already had everything planned out.
Harlan also looked confident—perhaps even more so.
After inspecting the six dice for flaws, Brenna and Harlan covered them with copper cups and began shaking. Each had their own rhythm and style.
Brenna gave her cup three clean shakes before setting it down. Holding his cup with both hands, Harlan continued shaking with steady, practiced movements.
The dice rattled sharply against the copper, the sound crisp and almost musical.
He noticed Brenna had already set her cup down after only three shakes, no particular technique. He was sure there was no way she could beat him at this.
Harlan kept shaking his cup. When he was confident, he finally placed it on the table.
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Brenna rested her hand lightly on top of her cup and waited until Harlan finished. Then, slowly, she lifted the lid.
“Impossible!” Harlan exclaimed in shock.
Brenna’s six dice were perfectly stacked—one on top of the other.
That was supposed to be his specialty. No one else in Shirie could pull it off.
Harlan squinted at the topmost die on his side, shocked to see that it showed a one.
He exclaimed, “How is this possible? Where did you learn this trick? You only shook the cup three times and rolled six ones. I refuse to believe it! I spent five years perfecting this technique, and I still need multiple shakes. How did you pull it off?” He couldn’t believe it.
Slowly, he lifted his own cover—only to reveal that the top die was also a one.
For the first time, Brenna looked impressed. “Not bad p>
She carefully placed each of her dice on the table, revealing six perfect ones.
Raising a brow slightly, she said, “Harlan, your turn. Let’s see—do you have six ones p>