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If there were three of them, he would definitely suggest playing a few games against evil.
That is the imprint that remains deep in my heart.
If there are four people, then they will definitely play upgrade or
Those who hoe the earth.
"You want to play cards with me?"
"Well, it's just the two of us."
"Okay, the bottom bet is 1 suler, and the raise limit is 1 pound."
Hastur nodded. The bet was smaller than he thought. There was no difference between winning and losing a few games.
He also wanted to see if his luck had gotten better now.
Maric snapped his fingers, and a living corpse standing on the right side began to shuffle and deal the cards.
After the cards were dealt, Hastur uncovered a corner of the two hole cards and took a look. It was a pair of A's. This made him stunned for a moment. Has his luck improved?
"It seems that you have a good trump card." Maric saw the slight change in Hasta's expression.
“Learning to control your facial expressions is also a gamble.”
"Five soli."
"Follow."
After a round of calling, the zombie continued to deal cards, and both of them chose to keep calling until all 5 public cards were dealt and turned over.
A, Q, 9, A, 8.
"My cards are a straight."
Maric spread out his cards, a 10 and a J, and he won the bet on the last card.
"Four aces."
Hasta looked calm and naturally revealed his two hole cards, successfully beating Maric's straight with four of a kind.
Maric mused, "Is this beginner's luck?"
"maybe."
In the next few games, Hasta's luck was always good. Although Maric's cards were also good, he basically lost.
In eight consecutive games, Maric only won one game, which made him lose about 20 pounds.
"What the hell."
Maric frowned slightly, and glanced at the zombie who was dealing the cards, wondering whether he should change the dealer.
Hastur decided to take advantage of the situation and said with a smile, "Can I exchange all the bets I won for a piece of news?"
"Oh, what do you want to know?"
Maric did not refuse the deal. The god of luck was not on his side tonight, and he did not want to use his bad cards to fulfill other people's good mood.
"Stories of your adventures."
"Haha, that's not an adventure story."
Maric laughed to himself, organized his words, and then slowly told Hastur his extraordinary story.
In his story, he is a peace-loving farmer's child who lives with a group of friends in a quiet village, leading an idyllic life.
But one day, some people full of desire colluded with enemies outside and launched a ruthless killing.
The peaceful life is gone, the flames of war spread, some people died tragically, some fled, some surrendered to the enemy...
He was lucky and with the help of some elderly people, he and a few friends escaped successfully.
But the demons that destroyed their hometown did not choose to let them go, but kept sending people to hunt them down. They could only live a wandering life until they came to Backlund, where they finally had a stable life.
Perhaps thinking of something that made him angry, Maric's eyes became more violent, like a beast ready to bite its prey at any time.
But soon, Maric suppressed his impulse and calmed himself down again.
Hastur sighed: "Those who follow their desires will eventually be devoured by their desires. The reason why humans are human is that they are not like beasts who are only controlled by desires. They have a self that is higher than desires."
He said this not to please Maric, but it really came from his heart.
The temperance faction that Malic and Miss Sharon belong to is obviously much better than the hedonism faction.
People who indulge in hedonism are a group of wild beasts who have lost themselves. When their desires are burned out, they will be burned into a pile of charred bones.
Maliqi's eyes lit up slightly, and he said proudly: "To control desires and not seek help from others is the real extraordinary."
“Human greed is like a snake, dreaming that it can swallow an elephant.”
"That's a very reasonable statement. Emperor Roselle is indeed a great thinker."
"..."
Hastur's expression was a little bit unbearable. He just changed the saying "the greed of mankind is like a snake swallowing an elephant" in another way. He really didn't mean to offend Roselle.
Great thinker?
Yes, if he combines all the famous quotes from ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, into one person, how could he not be a great thinker?
"It's late at night, I should go back."
Hastur was silenced by Emperor Roselle's famous words and had no interest in continuing the conversation.
Marich said: "I basically come here every night."
"That's my luck."
Hastur understood what he meant, smiled, and stood up to leave.
Chapter 18 Dipsy Pie with Sweet Iced Tea
The next day, Hasta went to Backlund University in the morning, went to the court to observe and study in the afternoon, stayed at home to read in the evening, and whipped the djinn before going to bed. It was another full day.
The information entrusted to Gray Lint to inquire has also become clear. The two gangsters who jumped from the building both had broken legs.
One of them suffered an inexplicable fracture while escaping, and the other suffered broken legs when he landed. In addition to admitting their crimes, they also kept shouting about evil spirits.
Hastur is very satisfied with this result.
The Palace of Stars can indeed interfere with reality and use its Sequence 9 strength to formulate rules that affect reality.
However, those two gangsters were just ordinary people, not extraordinary ones, and the testing intensity needed to be strengthened.
On the third day, early in the morning, Greg sent someone a message, saying that he had been arranged to work as a legal advisor at Bavart Bank, and asked him to go and register when he had time.
In order to receive his first salary as soon as possible, Hasta dressed up, put on a new cane, and wore a newly opened gem-set mechanical watch.
After the incident with the three gangsters, he rummaged through the entire second floor and found a lot of good stuff.
As for the third floor, he didn't go up there. If there really was something valuable hidden there, let it continue to gather dust.
……
Bavart Bank, the largest shareholder of the bank, is Miss Audrey's father, Earl Hall. The Gleick family is only the fourth shareholder of the bank, holding about 6% of the shares.
When Hastur arrived at Bavart Bank, it was already nine forty, past the normal morning work time.
"It's really embarrassing to be late on the first day." Hastur murmured in his heart.
Walking into the bank gate, Hastur was attracted by the lively and crowded scene inside. In addition to bank employees, there were also many nobles and businessmen who came to the bank to handle business.
You basically have to yell to communicate here because there are so many people.
"Are you Baron Hastur Campbell?"
Not long after Hasta stopped to admire it, a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt and a black vest, with neat black hair, came up to him with a smile.
"Ah you are?"
"Harley Thomas, a manager in charge of the insurance business of Bavart Bank. It was Mr. Greco who asked me to come here to greet you and familiarize you with the environment here."
"Excuse me, Manager Harley."
Hastur smiled gently and allowed Harley Thomas to show him around the Bavart Bank.
According to Harley Thomas, the bank is divided into five floors. The bottom floor is dedicated to handling common issues such as deposits and withdrawals, and personal loans.
The second floor is divided into reception rooms, which are used to handle commercial lending, insurance, investment and other businesses.
Generally, only nobles and big businessmen with a certain status can come here.
The third floor is the office where bank managers such as Harley Thomas rest and receive VIPs. It is also the office where Hasta will work in the bank in the future.
The fourth floor is the exclusive area for the bank president and vice presidents.
The fifth floor is where the shareholders of the bank hold meetings. It is decorated in the most luxurious manner, and Hasta was not able to go up to see what was going on.
visit
After a round, Harley led Hastur to his office. There was a legal advisor sign hanging on the door with his name written in a small line.
The office is not too big, about one-third the size of the study room in Hasta's home. There is a desk and a small bookshelf carefully built in the corner. There are about twenty books on it, which are basically the same as those in Hasta's home. Books on banking laws.
At this glance, you can tell that it has been carefully arranged.
Hasta is still very satisfied with this house, especially since the window of this house is adjacent to a commercial street. When he looks down, he can see dense shops and people.
"This is your business card to represent you at the bank."
Harley handed over a small stack of business cards, each three fingers wide. At a glance, there were about thirty of them. Hasta took it with a smile, took out one and looked at it carefully several times.
The name of Bavart Bank is written in the center of the business card, and the corresponding seal of the bank is also printed.
Hasta's simple personal information is written below. There are only three items: name, age, and position. There is no relatively private information such as housing information.
"Your Excellency Greco has already said hello. You can come whenever you want. There is no need to ask anyone for instructions in advance."
Harley almost said that Hastur just had an empty name in the Bavart Bank and just came to collect his weekly salary once a week.
It doesn't matter if you don't come to collect it. When the uncollected salary reaches four weeks, the bank will send someone to deliver the salary directly to Hasta's place of residence.
This is a privilege that Gleick allowed.
Hasta nodded and said, "Can you help me find some business cases that I'm not so anxious about?"