3, 5, and 6 were so different from his own selections of 8, 5, and 4. How could such a result occur? How could he be so wrong?
The beautiful dealer took out the number plates from the betting box, and the results were clear: blue plates 3, 5, and 6, matching the race outcome.
Yellow plates 8, 5, and 4 only guessed the second place correctly.
Finnegan snapped out of his shock and looked at Leo with a strange tone as he uttered four words, “Unbelievable…”
It wasn’t until the dealer pushed all the chips in the middle of the table towards Leo that Brice’s expression returned to normal, although there was a hint of disappointment on his face.
He accepted the loss gracefully, as there was nothing more to say. However, after gambling on horses for five or six years, losing to a young man like this was something he found hard to accept.
Finnegan stood up from his chair, still wearing a smile on his face, as if losing millions or throwing away a few dollars felt the same to him.
He picked up the glass on the table and raised it to Coral, saying, “Coral, I never expected you to have such a gambling king by your side. I accept my loss. As a man of my word, I’ll give you that five percent. Let’s consider it making a friend. Cheers!”
Coral also stood up, raising her glass in return, and said, “Mr. McKenzie, a pleasant cooperation.”
Then she looked at Brice and smiled, “Mr. Hampton, you seem a bit down. Are you angry?”
Brice stood up from his chair, forcing a smile and said, “Victory and defeat are common in warfare. There’s no reason to be angry.”
“How about playing something else?” Coral suggested.
Brice subconsciously glanced at Leo and shook his head repeatedly, “No more games, not interested. Your assistant has unbelievably good luck. If I continue playing, I’m afraid no amount of wealth would be enough to cover my losses.”
“Coral, why don’t we go play some bowling or golf?” he continued.
Just as Brice finished speaking, his phone rang. He took it out and answered, his expression changing significantly. He seemed anxious.
“Coral, Mr. McKenzie, I’m sorry, something has come up at home. I need to go back. Also, I can only give Coral three points at most. Let’s schedule a specific discussion about cooperation for another day. Excuse me.”
After saying that, Brice hurriedly left the private room.
Once Brice left, Coral and Finnegan discussed for a while and decided to sign the cooperation agreement on Monday next week.
After reaching an agreement, Coral left the villa with Leo.
In the car on the way back, Coral had a clearly visible “happy” expression on her face.
She was naturally beautiful and enchanting, and now with a joyful smile, she was truly stunning.
Seeing Coral happy, Leo felt a sense of accomplishment, even though his methods were not exactly fair and honest.
“You cheated, didn’t you?” Coral suddenly said.
Leo was taken aback, “Cheated? No, I didn’t. Playing poker is all about luck, and as for the horse race, the final round was indeed not entirely fair and honest.”
“It’s not good to do things like that,” Coral smiled.
Leo replied, “Ms. Wilde, isn’t that the purpose for which you called me here?”
…
Franke, in the southeast of Provence.
This was the world-famous hometown of lavender, located on the blue coast of the Mediterranean Sea, and it produced high-quality wines.
Provence was also known as the “City of Knights” and the birthplace of medieval knightly love poetry.
The region was abundant in resources, blessed with sunshine and beautiful scenery. Since ancient Greek and Roman times, it had attracted countless tourists and became a world-renowned tourist destination.
In the outskirts of Provence, there were vast vineyards that belonged to a single family, the ancient Modock Family.
In the center of the vineyards stood a grand castle.
Three people were standing on the castle’s overlooking wall.
Two of them were dressed in aristocratic long robes. They had golden hair, blue eyes, prominent noses, and handsome faces, exuding an unmistakable noble aura.
The other person wore a tailcoat and a bowtie, respectfully standing by their side.
“Henry, have you investigated everything thoroughly?” the taller man asked with a magnetic voice.
Count Henry quickly replied respectfully, “Your Grace, the Alse’s Dagger was indeed stolen by that traitor, Denis. He fled to Atraria and was then killed by someone from Atraria.”
“Oh?” the taller man raised an eyebrow. “Continue.”
“The person from Atraria who killed him is named Leo. He should be a Martial Cultivator with formidable strength, and Alse’s Dagger should be in his possession.”
“This Atraria person named Leo seems to have some significant secret hidden within him. The Koken family from the East also targeted him, but in the end, the Koken family’s Ninjas were all killed.”
The expression on the taller man’s face changed slightly, seemingly surprised by this news.
“The Koken family is considered a top-class family in the world, and their trained Ninjas cannot be underestimated. That Atraria person’s ability to kill a Ninja is truly remarkable.” The taller man emptied the red liquid from his wine glass and spoke in a deep voice.
The butler in the tailcoat quickly approached and refilled the taller man’s glass.
“What else? Continue,” the taller man seemed highly interested in this matter.
“That Atraria person, Leo, has a martial arts sect under his command called the Seven Stars Sword Sect. Our people have secretly investigated and found that the location of the Seven Stars Sword Sect is rich in spiritual energy, making it very suitable for cultivation.”
“Especially the back mountain of the Seven Stars Sword Sect, a place called Spirit Crocodile Cliff, where many peculiar crocodiles are kept. It is said that consuming these crocodiles can enhance cultivation progress.”
Count Henry relayed all the information he knew in one breath.
If one observed carefully, they would notice that both Count Henry and the taller man had similarly long ring and pinky fingers.
Indeed, both Count Henry and the taller man were werewolves.
The taller man’s name was Augustus, the leader of the Modock Family.
Even a person with a pure heart, someone who never forgets to pray at night, cannot help but transform into a wolf on the night of the full moon when the wolfsbane blooms.
Regarding the origin of werewolves, there is a belief that during a plague outbreak in ancient Ecrin, many people died.
A man named Alexandria also contracted the plague but managed to survive.
Alexandria had three children, but unfortunately, two of them, Marcus and Willian, were affected. Marcus was bitten by a bat, and Willian was bitten by a wolf.
Due to the mutation caused by the virus, one became the progenitor of vampires, and the other became the progenitor of werewolves.
Since then, werewolves and vampires have been passed down in Ecrin.