I save the world by summoning players to science

For a moment, Dennis couldn't help but wonder if he was dreaming now, otherwise how could he see so many card tables in this place where the nobles used it for dogfighting.

...But to be honest, seeing that the place is full of card tables, it shows that this place is almost at the level of ordinary people on the side of the road.Compared to continuing to stay, it is better to turn around and leave directly, which will affect my appreciation level.

Dennis quickly made a decision in his heart, and was about to turn around and walk out of the Colosseum, leading his fighting dog home directly, but not far away, an aristocratic friend with a good relationship saw his face clearly and called him to stop : "Dennis, are you here to play cards too? Why didn't I see you just now?"

Seeing his friend striding towards him, Dennis couldn't tell if he didn't like the poker table here, and he was planning to leave right now. After all, this was directly equivalent to denying The aesthetics of my friends.

He could only smile at his friend with a little embarrassment: "...No, what, I just came."

His friend clearly understood his embarrassment.

That's right, a nobleman who directly prohibited his servants from being in contact with any science-related matters in his own territory turned around and came to the Colosseum that specializes in scientific entertainment created by Scientologists. The others would probably have to stand silently and embarrassed for a while if they got caught.

In fact, at the very beginning, he also thought about whether to stand on the side and pretend that he didn't see it, and chose to be considerate not to expose the lies shown by the other party, but then he thought that the other party might have to worry about being caught by an acquaintance every time he played cards in the future. I found that instead of letting the other party pursue the interests and hobbies buried in my heart so frighteningly in the future, and be deeply in pain, it is better to let him directly expose this layer of lies now.

And to be honest, compared to being exposed by other ordinary people in the future, it is better to let him take on this role, at least the other party will not be particularly embarrassed when facing him.

As for the expression on the other party's face, it may be because he really dislikes it and is embarrassed to say it... Heh, how is this possible, mahjong and poker are such fun things, how can there be people in the world who don't like them.

The friend thoughtfully suggested: "Then why don't you go in and take a look together? I just took a look around. The gentleman sitting at the table over there is the best at poker strategy, and the battles are often the most exciting where he is."

"Or, do you prefer mahjong?" Seeing that Dennis was silent, he finally asked another question tentatively.

Dennis thought silently: ...I prefer to go home.

Of course, that's what Dennis thought in his mind.His friends even found out who played the best poker at which table, and he couldn't tell now if he was going to leave.

"Let's go, let's watch them play...card poker." He swallowed the slur that was about to blurt out, and replied.

He followed his friend to the poker table over there and stood still, step by step towards the abyss.

Dennis obviously doesn't know much about the popular poker and mahjong games.He watched the people sitting on the card table play cards in turn, because he really couldn't understand it. From the corner of his vision, he saw his noble friend, just like everyone else, staring at the card table with all his attention. When he heard the movement, there was only a touch of contempt in his heart.

...That is to say, they have never seen a wonderful dog fighting match, so they are so excited about these few pieces of paper.If the fighting dog he raised came into the arena to open the eyes of these people, the Colosseum would never become a chess and card room.

Out of the pride in his heart, and of course because it was too boring to stand by, Dennis looked at the poker table in front of him, with a look of superiority in his eyes.

I don't know if I don't see it, but I was shocked when I saw it.It didn't take long for Dennis, who finally looked at this scientific entertainment with his eyes, to understand why they could be promoted in Corunna.

After the two rounds of poker were over, Dennis flattened the corners of his sneering lips that were slightly raised due to contempt, and looked seriously at the patterns on the playing cards.

After five rounds of poker, Dennis, who understood the general rules, couldn't hold back, and told his friends about the terrible poker strategy of a certain nobleman who had been losing streak at the poker table.

After eight rounds of poker, Dennis already felt that he was about to lose his standing.If it weren't for his aristocratic self-cultivation to remind him to pay attention to his words, he might have to say "let me do what I do".

…But self-cultivation is self-cultivation. He watched the noble who had lost several times in a row whispering beside him, buttocks were still firmly stuck to the chair. He still couldn't help complaining in his heart. How can the level of the opponent support the opponent to continue to sit at the poker table with a shameless face, embarrassing in front of everyone.

Seriously, if you can’t, just go down and give up the opportunity to other people standing there. There are only a few places. Is it interesting to do so.

Dennis was slandering like this when he suddenly felt his left hand being pulled hard.

He turned around and saw that it was his friend.The other party leaned over and whispered to him, "Another table has been moved in over there. It should have been transported urgently from the craftsman. Let's go there together in a while, just in time to play cards."

"Unlike the servants at home who are always not serious, we can definitely have fun here."

Unlike the servants I hired, the opponents here will not choose to let them go because of their status.They are used to those victories without technical difficulty, and after being fed with cards until their hearts swell when they can't see the opponent's water, they will all choose to come here to have fun.

This is probably the reason why these nobles have to come here to play cards.

Dennis didn't know when his friend's insight became so sharp, but it seemed irrelevant now.He was obviously very moved by this proposal.

"Okay." He agreed excitedly, and then turned his head to look happily at the person in front of him. I turned my head.

...Wait, how can he, a believer in the light, touch something from the Scientology, one of the "mortal enemies of the light"... But if he just gives up, he has stood here and waited for so long in person. It's just a blood loss.

Perhaps it was because the struggling look on his face was too clear, his friend who was waiting to play cards with him saw it and asked casually: "Dennis, what's wrong with you?"

"Then what, I think I'm a light believer, isn't it good to play poker here..." The former piece of paper finally had a name in his mouth, he hesitated to say such words, and in the end He did not decisively say something like "don't beat people away".

"You said this, I thought you were worried about something." The friend looked indifferent, "Not to mention anything else, among the people present here, who is not a member of the Illuminati."

In the empire, most of the nobles here are Illuminati.

They are not like those peasants who rely on the land to live and believe in the God of the Earth, and because they have no magical talent, they are destined to miss this life with the God of Magic.Occasionally, there are a few who prefer the tranquil and peaceful atmosphere of the Silent Forest and turn to believe in the God of Nature, but that is only a small number after all. Most people probably believe in the God of Light who protects the empire.Even in the capital, the belief in the God of Light has become a more outrageous "political correctness".

As Illuminati, they should indeed have the same beliefs as their Lord, but here, where everyone formed a game of cards for entertainment, Dennis' question made him an outlier.

Friends really understand each other's psychology too well. Isn't this just wanting to play but being embarrassed, feeling that under one's own principles and conditions, one should not take the initiative to make such a move, so you need others to pretend to persuade you.

He thought so, so he persuaded him: "Although everyone is a believer in the Illuminati, and the Holy See also said that Scientology is the enemy, what we are doing now is not collaborating with the other party, but using the enemy's things Enrich yourself, and take advantage of the God of Science as a member of the Illuminati."

"This is not being corrupted by the enemy's principle, but getting the spoils from the enemy. You don't need to think so." He said this confidently. I don't know how many times such rhetoric has been staged in this Colosseum. .

Dennis looked at the fiery poker table, and couldn't help agreeing with his friend: "Indeed, you are right."

...Because they don't need to rely on faith to exchange with other gods for gifts that they don't know if they will come in the future, so they simply believe in the God of Light at will.But it is also because everything is possessed early at birth, and nothing is lacking, so their actual belief may not be as deep as they imagined.

Dennis stood by and watched the poker for a while with peace of mind, and then went to play cards with his friends without any worries after the table was ready and put on the field.

Then he held the cards and lost three or four games in a row...

Hearing the whispers in his ear, Dennis was very angry: You know what, is it my problem that I lose so many times? !No, it is obviously because the cards in his hand are not good, and his luck is not as good as others.And as long as you wait and watch a few more rounds, I will be able to come back directly against the wind in the future!

He thought to himself so confidently.

……

After the crisis in Corunna was completely over, Caesar followed his caravan and came here from the capital again.

The experience of watching those Scientologists burnt to death by God's punishment made him feel tired of the Holy See of Light and the God of Light, and watched those people die calmly for their beliefs, but he stood cowardly. The memory of not daring to speak out at the same place also made him feel ashamed in his heart, which made him dare not set foot on this land again. Facing the surviving Scientologists in this town, facing them may be because of anger and sadness And the questioning of what he said.

Even until those Scientologists left Nadkilon, he didn't dare to show up, because he was worried that he would see disappointment and blame on their faces after he refused to cooperate because of his cowardice for fear of causing trouble.

Of course, that worry still lingers in his heart.It was just because Corunna was the safest route to the border, almost all the caravans chose to pass by here tacitly, and he had no other choice when he came here with the caravan.

Caesar really didn't want to come to Corunna, but due to the safety of the caravan and his father's order, he finally had to come here again.

It's just coming and going, no matter how you look at it, you can see the reluctance on his face.

"Master Caesar, can you get on the horse and start?! We have been delayed on the road for a long time, and if we continue to drag on like this, we will definitely exceed the time limit and disappoint the employers who are waiting for our goods." Assigned to him by Caesar's father The deputy who was assisting from the side couldn't help but urged.

As he said that, he really had enough of Caesar's lingering.He couldn't figure it out, wasn't it just a trip, why did the other party put on such an appearance?

It is always said that it is time to defecate and urinate, and the excretory system is so developed every day. Could it be said that this is an aristocrat? !

"Master Nishizawa?" Didn't hear Nishizawa's response, recalling all the things on the road, the deputy couldn't help but wonder if that troublesome young master would just run away halfway.

Thinking of this, the deputy couldn't sit still.He was also in the mood to pay attention to other issues such as whether to offend or not, and while calling Caesar's name, he looked for him in the direction the other party left at that time.

Finally, he found Caesar near a wheat field.Seeing the other party standing motionless facing the wheat field, he said angrily, "Master Caesar, we should continue on our way. If you like watching wheat, I will buy you a handful when we arrive in Corunna." Let you watch every day, okay?"

Caesar heard the words and turned to look at the deputy: "It's not a question of whether you like it or not...Look at this wheat."

The deputy became more and more impatient when he heard the words, a handful of wheat, what's so interesting about this, it's not that he doesn't know this.

He lowered his eyes to hide the dissatisfaction in his eyes, and glanced casually over the ears of wheat.

Looking at the plant that was full of green, immature ears of wheat and almost twice as fruitful as ordinary wheat, he couldn't hold back, showing a surprised expression.

—Is this a miracle?