"Another one lost..." Kumiko Yanaka squinted her eyes and muttered, "Hey, I really don't want to meet this kind of enemy."
It's okay to say that the powerful enemies, but this kind of "strong luck" type of enemies are the most annoying, even if they lose at that time, they will not be reconciled to losing.
The situation on the gambling table was completely one-sided. Many principals took turns to play and then ended one after another, just like an assembly line, but none of them could win against that girl.
As Kumiko Yanaka commented, the current scene can only be explained by "strong luck".
"Since the enemy is definitely an apostle, then this is the so-called 'luck' apostle." Kumiko Yanaka named her.
Mitsuko Kamiya watched the game silently from the side. Her purpose of coming here was to "crusade against the apostle". Now it seemed that she had to gamble with this "Apostle of Destiny".
However, as an ordinary good student, Kamiya Mitsuko, the only game that has anything to do with "gambling" is guessing - the loser goes to run errands to buy drinks.
So she wanted to observe as much as possible and be prepared.
"Don't look at it, it's just coin guessing, nothing interesting." Kumiko Yanaka said, "It's actually easy with your ability?"
"However," Kamiya Mitsuko said, "I can only guarantee that I won't lose, but I can't win—because the other party can't guess wrong."
"That's true." Kumiko Yanaka also frowned, pinching her chin and thinking hard, "You must find a way to increase your winning rate..."
But soon, she gave up thinking: "I'm just a bodyguard, why do I think so much? These mind-boggling things are for your employer to do."
"Huh?" Mitsuko Kamiya was surprised by her giving up so easily.
"Don't think about it, as long as you don't lose, hurry up!" Kumiko Yanaka urged.
"Are you in such a hurry? I'm not ready yet..." Mitsuko Kamiya said quickly.
"No time!" Kumiko Yanaka looked solemn, "Didn't you notice? The enemy is getting stronger!"
"Become stronger?" Mitsuko Kamiya was puzzled, the apostle of luck had been winning all the time, and had never lost at all. How could she be seen to be getting stronger?
"If good luck is her ability, then her ability is constantly getting stronger." Kumiko Yanaka explained, "Didn't you notice? The number of draws has become less and less. Just now, the frequency of one game to determine the outcome has increased. !Which means she not only allows herself to choose the right answer, but also makes her opponents make mistakes."
One positive and one negative, two-pronged approach to maximize the effect of good luck.
Soon, the Apostle of Destiny won one hundred and nineteen games in a row.
Mitsuko Kamiya didn't care to continue making preparations, and was pushed forward by Kumiko Yanaka.
At this time, the 120th headmaster sat down at the gaming table.
This is the principal of a sports school. Although he is in his sixties and has a gray beard and hair, he has a muscular body, and the outline of his muscles can be clearly seen under his suit.
It seemed that this was not the first time he had come to the casino, and he boldly stood opposite the Apostle of Destiny, staring at her fiercely.
But the strength in momentum was useless, and he guessed wrong in just one round.
"It's a pity, you lost." The Apostle of Destiny waved his hand, "Hurry up and make a call."
"It's unscientific, you must have cheated!" The principal jumped up angrily, and with his height and arm length, he crossed the gaming table and grabbed the girl.
The old headmaster is a judo master, at close range, ordinary people are no match for him.
But the apostle of luck didn't raise his head, he just waved his hand to signal the croupier to start the next game as soon as possible.
Seeing that his attack was ignored, the old principal was even more annoyed, and decided not to show mercy, and moved a little faster.
Suddenly, the old headmaster flickered, tripped over the chair leg at his feet, and fell exaggeratedly on the gaming table.
Under his impact, the solid wood gaming table was vulnerable and fell apart. So the old principal fell to the ground again.
His ankle and two ribs were broken in the fall.
The Apostle of Destiny stood up calmly, avoiding the fragments of the table that suddenly fell apart.
"Drag it on, wake him up, and make a phone call." The Apostle of Fortune kicked the other party with his toes, "Waste of time!"
Immediately, a man in black appeared, lifted the old principal aside, and brought in a new gaming table.
"Let's continue, how much is left?"
The croupier leaned over and replied, "It was the one hundred and twenty just now, and there are seventy-nine left."
The Apostle of Destiny checked the time—it was eight o'clock, and there was still an hour and a half left before the opening ceremony.
"We need to speed up the progress," said the Apostle of Fate.
After "processing" this batch, there are two more batches that need to be "processed".
The group present included a total of 199 schools, with an average of more than 1,000 students in each school—that is, more than 1,000 "voters."
Not counting the apostles of fire who have already rushed to the street, there are four apostles including myself, Li, Dian, and Jian, and each currently has 50,000 "chosen people".
These 50,000 "voters" are the "batteries" that support their abilities.
But this number is still too small, and it can only allow them to exert a great ability that is about equal to level 4.
The ability of level 4 is really strong, but not strong enough. Especially compared to their opponents...
"The situation of power and electricity is not good, more 'chosen' power is needed, 'sword' is in good condition, but it is also facing the pressure of level 5, and cannot draw her 'chosen'." The apostle of fortune calculated quickly in his mind, "As for me, my ability is the foundation of everything, and I cannot move my 'voters'."
"So, the only option is to continue to increase the number of 'voters'."
Now, with the support of enough "voters", the Apostle of Destiny is absolutely sure that the outcome will be determined in one game, so she decided to make a quick decision to solve the remaining seventy-nine schools, and then start the next game.
"The next one, why don't you come? Hurry up!" When he came back to his senses, he found that there was no one in the seat opposite. The Apostle of Fate frowned and urged, "Who is next? Hurry up!"
"I'll come..." A girl walked up to the gaming table, and said cautiously with a timid look, "Is that okay?"
Seeing a young **** the stage for a duel, the principals below were also talking about it. Most of the people's attention was focused on the game, so they didn't notice the arrival of Kamiya Mitsuko and the others until just now.
"Who are you?" The Apostle of Destiny asked with a frown.
"Uh..." Mitsuko Kamiya looked back with help-seeking eyes.
Kumiko Yanaka sighed, and stepped forward to save the scene: "This is Ms. Kamiya, a professional gambling agent. Next, she will fight you on behalf of the remaining principals."
Saying ~www..com~ Kumiko Yanaka took out another piece of paper: "This is a power of attorney, with the seals of seventy-nine principals on it."
She didn't come here with Mitsuko Kamiya just now, but was running around for this power of attorney.
The apostle of luck did not read the power of attorney, but narrowed his eyes and looked at Mitsuko Kamiya.
After a while, she suddenly said: "Forget it, let's do it. Anyway, I want to speed up the progress..."
The Apostles of Fate are also tired of betting against each other one by one, and activate their abilities for that "little thing".
Now that a general agent has appeared, he has all the remaining seventy-nine chips in his hand, maybe he can win all of them in just a few rounds.
As for the girl who suddenly appeared in the modern era...it must be a superpower, and must be good at gambling, otherwise it would be impossible to be selected as a representative.
But the apostle of fate doesn't care.
Because she firmly believes that no matter how powerful the opponent is, fate will eventually be on her side!
After all, she is the apostle of destiny!