OLD-WORLD EXTRA

Chapter 310: Rule Of Ten

Chapter 310: Rule Of Ten

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"I'll..."

Mr. King paused for a moment and then threw his cards at the table's middle.

"I'll Fold."

"I WWWIIIIIIIIIIN~."

The reactions of all except the screecher were relatively quiet.

His seemed to be a sensible decision based on what all those watching knew.

Ms. Knight's hand was hidden, and Mr. King's was as well, none realized that a bluff even took place, not even the woman herself.

And well... perhaps the decision Mr. King made was a bit too safe, considering the chance that Ms. Knight had a Flush was just 33%, yet it seemed that her act increased that percentage in his eyes to be above a level where he deemed risky, too risky for his liking.

Besides, as rich as the man seemed to be, his wealth wasn't accumulated by accident; throwing Valora away wasn't something he'd do, no matter how small.

"Ye suck, ye rich bastard! AHAHHAHAAH! That'll teach ye, pitying me? Ye glittery toad!"

Her screeching continued as she banged her hand on the table's edge, copying a certain someone's actions before they began the game and causing her new two hundred and ninety Valora to rumble.

"Piss head pity me, eh? I-"

"Enough little lass, you seem to have forgotten behind this game, this casino of ours."

Ms. Knight immediately shut herself up and lowered her head at Ms. Queen's disciplining words, as if she were being scolded by her mother.

"...Sorry."

"As long as you know, now, Mr. Board, will you please?"

He nodded at her silent request to begin the next game and started collecting the cards, shuffling them.

"Looks like calling you feral was an understatement."

Pfft~

Emir's comment caused both Ms. Queen and Mr. King to chuckle, but they barely managed to stop themselves from letting it out and stayed silent, waiting for the cards to be dealt.

"So, sweetie, the next freebie? The world loves the rule of threes; we do too, so you've only got two more questions. Be wise."

Ms. Queen spoke while relaxing her back in the chair, her fingers softly tracing circles on the table.

"Not a question, but isn't it supposed to be the rule of tens? Think our world loves this instead, as it's a trend for most. For example, if the world had its say on our game, Mr. Rook would've bet three hundred and ten Vez instead of just three hundred."

An approving chuckle escaped Mr. Board's lips while he dealt everyone their cards.

"It seems our new companion possesses insights beyond their years—a surprise for sure and a welcome one."

The chess pieces proceeded to comment while checking their 'Hands,' their words matching Mr. Board's demeanor.

"Brains and brawns, I see."

Mr. King got: [J?] [104]

"Both talented and not pee-brained? Those 'Gods' certainly have their favorites... they hate night dwellers like us."

Mr. Rook got: [74] [2?]

"I love a smart man, while you're right, I still stand by what I said, and by the way... don't correct women that you're trying to pursue."

Ms. Queen got: [A] [K]

"Aye lad, don't be showin' off yer noggin now, ya hear?"

Ms. Knight got: [A] [Q?]

Ignoring the last part of Ms. Queen's comment, Emir nodded his head while checking the 'Hand' that he was dealt, seeing it to be: [9] [94]

"Alright, enough playing around, here's my question..."

He thought of the wording for a moment, wondering if he should be completely straight with them or not.

'... They know.'

His decision came about quickly as he recalled how they saw him, they certainly already formed an image of him as a farm boy, not even a countryside boy, a man unused to space, a man from a backwater planet.

So there was no issue in making what they already knew, clear.

"The clans can you list them out for me?"

Mr. Board approved of him with a nod this time, understanding how Emir went out on a limb, voluntarily exposing himself with that question ever so slightly.

"As you ask, Mr. Pawn... And you might've noticed but we were already handing you freebies as we talked."

Emir grinned.

"I did. Though you guys did a good job not making it obvious."

The smiling elf-like man began to explain while the rest focused on the game, looking at the 'Hands' they were dealt.

"Ten clans, once organizations, forged their dominance amid the age of Endless Chaos, spreading their influence across myriad corners of the universe. You know them with names in English, but their truth differs."

Mr. King didn't raise this time around, as his hand wasn't the best, he wished to wait to see if he would get another Jack in the 'Community Cards.'

Mr. Rook's 'Hand' was bad; he 'Folded' at first sight, losing ten Valora, the buy-in bet.

Ms. Queen was the one who raised, pushing chips worth twenty Valora, showing silent confidence. With her [A] [K], she had the potential for a 'Flush,' and a 'Straight.'

Emir's hand, unlike the last, wasn't so bad, yet it wasn't good either. A pair of nines was semi-decent, yet to have a clear chance of winning, he would need another nine, getting him a 'Three Of A Kind' or maybe even a 'Full House.'

He wasn't hoping for that; he knew his luck; such cards would never show, but he didn't 'Fold' and instead matched the bet, continuing with his plan.

Ms. Knight had the second-best 'Hand' of the lot; an Ace and Queen had a lot of potential, so she matched the bet without hesitating, as did Mr. King, making the 'Pot' reach one hundred

and thirty Valora.

"Najmat Al-Khulud, often hailed as the Eternal Star, succumbed during those tumultuous

times, its members scattered, yet their legacy endures. Born with Aether, a testament to their bloodline's origin, they stand as outliers, irregulars, and enigmas of our world. The children of an Apex, Sultan Of The Sands, a privileged but pitiful lot, conspired against by all. Many acknowledge their existence, but none can pinpoint their exact whereabouts."

Emir showed a glimpse of surprise for a moment, both thankful for what he just learned, confirming many of his thoughts as well as their, no, his clan's true name, and disappointed as they too didn't know where his people were.