Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 74

Chapter 74

Silver coins.

Money made of silver.

Unlike gold coins, if you work diligently, getting them once is not particularly difficult.

That’s why no one’s surprised to see silver coins.

Usually it is.

But Gang Cheon-lip now looked at the silver coins with amazement.

In front of Wei Yan-ho, there was a tower of silver coins stacked higher than his head.

“Isn’t that going too far?”

Of course, when working with a goal, it is logical to let it earn money moderately. To earn a lot of money, it is logical to let it earn a lot of money proportionally.

But still, wasn’t it too much money?

With so many silver coins stacked, how much would it be in gold?

Gang Cheon-lip, who had lived his whole life in playrooms, could not calculate for a moment and had to blink repeatedly: the amount of silver coins stacked in front of Wei Yan-ho was amazing.

“Master, I have finished placing all the salt!”

As Jang-gu ran toward him, Gang Cheon-lip asked with a trembling voice.

“Jang-gu.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now that I think about it, you sound more like a teacher than I do.”

“Excuse me?”

Gang Cheon-lip frowned silently.

That bastard, I’ve told him countless times to change his name, so why don’t you change it?

Doesn’t it look like it’s worth at least three gold coins?

Didn’t I ever give you instructions to work?

“What?”

Gang Cheon-lip’s eyes trembled violently.

Didn’t you tell me to put the salt first, Master? I thought if I started working it before ending the salt, bad luck could interfere, so I didn’t say anything for now.

“Bad luck interferes?”

– Yes, since you’re saying that…

Gang Cheon-lip laughed without being able to avoid it.

“Sure, you’re right. As we started working on it before we finished salting, it’s natural that bad luck interfered.

“Huh?”

“…Don’t you see?”

Jang-gu’s mouth opened as he looked toward where Gang Cheon-lip pointed as he bowed his head.

“Oh, my God.”

Gang Cheon-lip laughed dryly, then clenched his teeth and muttered.

Go… call Venenous Rain!

“Yes, Master!”

Without looking back at Jang-gu who was hurriedly fleeing, Gang Cheon-lip stared at the back of Wei Yan-ho’s head.

“How dare you despise the Hall of Golden Flowers…”

It would have been a very unfair comment if Wei Yan-ho had listened to it.

“My ears are itching.”

Wei Yan-ho scratched his ear with his finger and blew.

“I too am sleepy.”

This chair was very comfortable.

If possible, I wanted to buy it with the silver coins in front of me: it was that comfortable.

Comfort is always a good thing.

Especially for a lazy person like Wei Yan-ho, comfort was as a goal of life.

But the unfortunate thing was that this chair was not only comfortable: it was too comfortable.

When comfort becomes excessive, one tends to be sleepy. Wei Yan-ho strongly lifted his fallen eyelids.

“Yaaaaa!”

After driving away the dream with a great yawn, Wei Yan-ho looked with drowsy eyes at the container shaking violently in front of him.

The container in the merchant’s hands turned chaotically in the air before finally settling on the ground.

Tak!

With a somewhat sharp sound, the merchant slowly lifted his head while holding his hand over the container.

“Make your bets!”

Behind Wei Yan-ho, other players had already formed a crowd.

Since the gambling house had blocked the participation of other players after realizing that the situation was becoming serious, they could not place bets, but they were all watching the game with the sole intention of seeing a true expert who had appeared after a long time.

“Mmm…”

“…Your bet?”

“Everything.”

All of a sudden, exclamations erupted from here and there.

“Incredible!”

“Amazing.”

“Everything again!”

Those who watched from behind began shouting “Wow!” in unison.

And rightly so: the young silk dress that preceded them had been betting everything from the beginning. The bets, which began with a silver coin, had gradually increased, and now almost five hundred silver coins were accumulating.

“If you win this time too, how much will it be?”

“A thousand coins!”

A thousand coins, oh, my God, a thousand coins, that’s ten gold coins!

“There is a lot at stake.”

“I think this is the biggest game I’ve ever seen here?”

A cold sweat began to run down the merchant’s forehead.

‘What the fuck is this guy?’

The Yin-Yang was a game of gambling without tricks. Unlike dice, which could require skill, since they used very small iron balls to calculate the account, it was difficult to manipulate it artificially unless it was known exactly what it contained.

That’s why it was easy to win but also easy to lose.

The more rounds were repeated, the probability of losing increased exponentially and those making money easily passed on to the next round, finally losing all their initial bets and leaving empty-handed.

‘Nine rounds in a row.’

But this young silk dress had been winning nine consecutive rounds as if possessed by a ghost.

If it were another game of chance, one might suspect cheating, but in this Yin-Yang it was absolutely impossible to cheat.

– Not this time.

The dealer already had his back soaked in sweat. If he lost this time too, ten gold coins would vanish in less than an hour.

The merchant made sure that this would not happen at all while slowly lifting the container.

‘It has to be yang!’

Since that bastard bet everything on the yin, if the yang came out, he could recover all the losses in an instant.

Yang, it’s gotta be yang, yang!

The merchant grabbed the container hard and lifted it up hard. At the same time, he looked down quickly to start counting the iron balls.

‘One, two, three, four…’

But Wei Yan-ho’s mouth was faster than his eyes.

Yin. 24 pieces. It’s yin.

There was a moment of silence.

They all started counting the iron balls to confirm if Wei Yan-ho was right.

“Twenty-four is correct!”

It’s yin!

“A thousand coins!”

“Waaaaaah!”

They burst cheers. Normally, when others make a lot of money, people often feel jealous, but when there are big bets in a gambling house, players enjoy the game itself.

The sense of futility comes later, but for now they simply enjoy and shout as if the profits were theirs.

“A thousand coins!”

A god of the game! A god of the game has appeared!

Hahahaha, who’d think I’d see a game like that?

The whole Hall of Golden Flowers was in turmoil.

You won!

Even Jin So-ah forgot the situation and danced like crazy.

Wei Yan-ho watched this scene and smiled slightly.

‘Let’s see if you dare try this in front of me.’

Even before learning martial arts, Wei Yan-ho could distinguish who came in with just listening to the steps. As for hearing, it would not be exaggerated to say that he had achieved mastery.

That mastery-level hearing had flourished completely under the torment of Baek Mu-han.

Wei Yan-ho had to roll his body to survive, waking up from his dream by hearing the sound of stones in Baek Mu-han’s fists cutting the air, sounds that should never be heard or heard.

At first, Baek Mu-han beat people to such an extent that “it hurts enough to kill when beaten,” but as Wei Yan-ho’s martial arts improved, he began to beat people to the point where “even brushing it means death.”

What did he say?

At first he said “you have to develop resistance,” but then he released crazy things like “you’ll die anyway if you get hit by a sword, so not getting hit is the best thing” and “if you can improve escape to the point of half death, that’s profit.”

Moreover, saying that swords in the martial world do not distinguish between day and night, he constantly struck the sleeping Wei Yan-ho with those “stone fists”, beating him, beating him, beating him and beating him.

Thanks to this, Wei Yan-ho became convinced that humans have six senses and learned that people can really hear the sound of moving air, as Baek Mu-han had said.

‘I didn’t want to know that!’

Even so, Baek Mu-han’s theory that everything learned has its usefulness was not wrong: the super feeling that Baek Mu-han had taught Wei Yan-ho to master the precise handling of the sword and improve evasion was now being put into a very useful application in a new place.

What others could not see at all inside the container, Wei Yan-ho could almost feel vividly.

Not only could I say whether the iron balls were even or odd, but I could also say exactly how many were inside.

So how could I lose?

“This is perfect for making money, isn’t it?”

Wei Yan-ho thought he might have talent for the game.

Since leaving the cave, Wei Yan-ho has held a 90 percent victory rate in almost all types of competition.

Of course, if Baek Mu-han had heard this, he would have said the obvious phrase that in martial competitions, you can win ninety-nine times, but if you lose the last, your head flies.

Wei Yan-ho reclined in his chair and closed his eyes.

This activity also seemed to drain his mental energy, as fatigue was taking hold of him.

On second thought, today he had suffered much more than usual. Opening his eyes and washing immediately had been an extremely difficult task, and he had even spent money on buying and dressing!

Moreover, he had even walked there: how much suffering had he endured?

‘I should rest soon…’

Since you had already filled half your target, wouldn’t that be enough today?

‘Just one more round.’

If I won one more round, I could complete your goal. Duplicate was a wonderful thing. Besides, Wei Yan-ho was completely absorbed in the fun of doubling bets on bets, where he could not lose at all.

Besides, didn’t he have the advantage of being able to play without moving a finger?

When Wei Yan-ho decided to make one more round before getting up, the atmosphere of the gambling house began to change.

“It’s Gang Cheon-lip!”

“The Master of the Golden Flower Hall!”

“Hmm?”

Wei Yan-ho began to reflect on the murmur he heard from behind.

‘Should I turn my head to look?’

As there was commotion behind him, it would be appropriate to turn around and check it out, but it was annoying.

If he simply expected so, those with unfinished business would come forward, and if they had no unfinished business, he would have no connection and could ignore them.

Wei Yan-ho’s prediction was exactly correct.

A middle-aged man, dressed in splendid silk clothes, appeared before him, bowing with hollow hands.

“A guest of honor has visited us. I did not recognize him, honorable.”

“I’m not really that kind of person.”

“Haha, in gambling houses, anyone who offers games and entertaining shows is a guest of honor.”

“Really? I wasn’t very funny about it.”

Gang Cheon-lip’s facial muscles began to contort on their own.

Sitting there earning a thousand pieces of silver and saying it wasn’t entertaining?

This was a provocation against the Golden Flower Hall.

The idea of plucking this brand had already disappeared from Gang Cheon-lip’s mind.

The guests of honor have their own dignity. What do you think? Would you like to play at a bigger table?

“A bigger table?”

When Wei Yan-ho asked with interest, Gang Cheon-lip could not help but smile brilliantly.

Haha, that’s right. Not a small table like this, but a real one! You can enjoy a lot more.

Wei Yan-ho looked at Gang Cheon-lip’s face with a somewhat excited expression and then spoke.

“I don’t want to.”

The force disappeared from Gang Cheon-lip’s legs.