No one gets rich without unexpected misfortunes

"Young man, you have a radiant complexion and are full of energy; you're clearly a gambling prodigy! Lady Luck will surely smile upon you!"

The elf uncle gripped the dice, pointed at the goblin, and shouted.

In an instant, all eyes in the tavern turned to Gebu.

Gebu hadn't swallowed the fried fish in his mouth yet and didn't react for a moment.

A few seconds later, Gebu came to his senses and pointed at himself.

"Me...me?"

"Come on, young man, have you ever played this before?"

"No, no. Let me watch a couple of rounds first..." Gebu waved his hands repeatedly to decline.

Suddenly becoming the center of attention made the little goblin feel a little uneasy. He preferred to stay in the shadows. He wouldn't reveal himself unless he was absolutely certain.

Now, pairs of eyes are like giant hands, stripping me naked.

"Let me tell you, newbies have good luck! You can't waste this opportunity."

The strange uncle took a step closer, squatted down on the table, and reached out his hand to Gebu.

"Here's the deal: for the first time, I'll give you ten gold coins as your initial investment. If you lose, I won't take any money from you; if you win, I'll pay you double! How about that?"

Gebu had intended to slip away, but upon hearing those words, he was rooted to the spot.

Losing means you get nothing, winning means you get double the prize? Is there really such a good deal?

He looked at the strange man suspiciously; behind the glasses, the man was unfathomable.

"Goblin, are you stupid? Why aren't you taking advantage of such a good opportunity?!" The gamblers nearby started to jeer.

"If you won't come, I will!"

Some busybodies have already set up betting odds nearby.

"Goblin wins! Odds 1 to 4!"

"I bet five gold coins! Goblin wins!"

"I bet ten gold coins, goblin loses! That little brat looks so unlucky! Just looking at him brings bad luck!"

Gebu hesitated for a moment, looked around, and gritted his teeth.

In this situation, leaving isn't easy. Why not take a gamble? It's a risk-free business; why not do it?

What was that saying again? "No man gets rich without a misfortune, a horse gets raped at night..." I think I remembered it wrong.

Never mind! I doubt this person would dare to swindle me under the noses of so many people.

Thinking of this, Gebu resolutely grabbed the man's hand and jumped onto the table!

"Come on! Let's cheer for our brave goblin! Hey bro, wanna bet on big or small?"

Geb quickly calculated that the size didn't matter, the probability was the same.

But since it's a risk-free business, why not take a gamble?

"Hey, I want a single rhyme, two points!"

Two dots, two dice, the only possible combination is 1+1. The probability is 1 in 49.

"Two dots? A pair of snake eyes?" The strange uncle chuckled. "Little brother, trying to rip me off? I promise to double your bet, and double it again for a pair, that's four times the odds."

"What? Didn't you say you'd give me ten gold coins for free? Are you going back on your word?" Gebu asked.

The strange man glanced at the noisy crowd in the tavern, and the people suddenly fell silent, looking at the elven man and waiting for his reply.

The elf smiled.

"I keep my word! Snake Eyes, four times the bet! Buy, buy, buy! Everyone, hurry up and place your bets!"

The tavern became noisy again.

Hearing that the goblin was a novice with a novice's luck and had chosen a number with an extremely low probability, some gamblers couldn't resist and started taking out real money and betting on the 2. In less than thirty seconds, the 2 square on the table was piled up with coins, like a small mountain, overflowing and spilling into the other squares.

Even the fat orc waitresses in the tavern stopped serving drinks and brought out a notebook to keep track of the gamblers' accounts and earn some tips.

Seeing that everyone had spent almost all their money, the strange uncle shouted something.

"Place your bet and let go!"

Two people, one tall and one short, stood at the gambling table. The strange uncle patted Gebu on the shoulder and stuffed the dice into his hand.

"Come on, young man, this time, to be fair, you throw it."

The dice were icy cold. Gebu clenched his fist and felt the shape of the heptahedron.

The elf crouched down and moved closer to the goblin's pointed ears.

"Gebu, don't underestimate these two treasures. Give them a try. Who knows, maybe Lady Luck will really smile upon you this time."

With so many people watching him, Gebu was a little nervous. He didn't quite understand what the strange uncle was saying, but he followed his instructions and blew a breath into his hand.

He gripped the dice tightly, his hand hovering above the table.

A deathly silence fell; everyone held their breath, waiting for the dice to fall.

Damn it, why am I so nervous? It's not like I'm losing anything...

"Go!" Geb threw it forward.

The dice left the goblin's hand, spun in the air, collided with each other, and then flew to either side of the table.

"Snapped!"

A flash of light! A crisp sound!

The crowd quickly gathered to see, and instantly a huge throng of people appeared!

Four-leaf clover, and four-leaf clover!

One against four! Eight o'clock!

A cheer erupted from the crowd. Geb hadn't even realized what was happening—had they lost?

No, that person just said, "If you bet on 8, you double your bet."

"Oh no?! I'm doomed, I'm going to lose a fortune!" the creepy uncle grumbled from behind Gebu. "A pair doubles, eight points doubles again! Little Gebu, next time, if you bet on the snake's eye, that'll be sixteen times the payout! The other guys betting will get eight times!"

"Eight times! Eight times!" the gamblers shouted, their eyes bloodshot.

"Raise! Raise!"

The crowd went crazy, shoving and betting money onto the table. The 2-point bet multiplied several times over, and the table couldn't hold all the money.

The orc maidservant keeping the accounts was surrounded by excited gamblers, her hands trembling and her pen barely moving. "Slow down! Slow down!"

The goblin glanced at the table and saw that there were at least a thousand gold coins on it, with seven or eight hundred of them betting on 2... If they really won 2, everyone would lose eight times the amount, and this person would lose six or seven thousand gold coins.

You can get 160 gold coins yourself—but when the time comes, with everyone scrambling for them, you might not actually get any money.

In fact, with this money on the table, regardless of winning or losing, the dealer in front of him is not going to take it away... These gamblers, blinded by greed, won't let him leave.

Geb secretly glanced at the strange uncle's magic pocket—this market had everything, but he didn't see any place selling magical items.

In an instant, Gebu didn't even find gold coins appealing anymore. He desperately, absolutely, really wanted that pocket...

He looked up at the strange man, whose eyes met his. The man looked at him with a hint of curiosity and interest.

A plan was brewing in the goblin's mind...

"Hey bro, wanna team up...?"

Geb spoke into the strange uncle's mind using telepathy.

The man paused for a second. A smile flickered in his eyes behind his sunglasses.

The man's reply echoed in Gebu's mind.

That's exactly what I was thinking.

Holy crap, finally someone knows how to use the teleportation spell! I'm so touched!!! Those stupid goblins had no idea how to reply!

Moved, in those few brief seconds, Gebu explained his grand plan to the man...