Lin Mingmo couldn't see the light, but he could figure out the value of each card. In the underground casino of Gray Rock Town, he used fake dice played on an anvil to win Three-Finger Martin's dagger. When the other party became angry and drew his sword, he smiled: "Do you dare to gamble your life?" Before he finished speaking, Cedric Anvil pushed open the wooden door, with dragon blood still hanging on his armor: "The last baron bloodline in the north, the empire needs you to slay the dragon." Lin Yumo crushed the wine glass and the glass pierced his palm. He knew the secret passage - the earth's warehouse filled with gunpowder, steel bars and "Principles of Internal Combustion Engines". And the gods are using believers as fuel to maintain their authority, and the hypocritical gods have already placed a reward on his head. "You can slay dragons." He stood up, the scar under his eyepatch twitching slightly, "But I want to make a bet with the Ember Crown Dragon King - the bet is the fragments of its laws, and the souls of all of you." In the silence, someone heard the roar of the geodynamo coming from deep within the anvil.
