Mi August looked moved.
The maid smiled with satisfaction, her eyes like looking at the larvae that automatically fell into the spider web.
Mi August said as she wished: “Then let’s bet all the spiritual crystals we each have now.”
Maid: “…”
All the spiritual crystals each possesses?
There is nothing wrong with this at first glance, but as a weirdo with gambling as the rule, he can catch the twists and turns of betting in a flash.
The maid is not a separate entity, she is part of the ghost story.
Once this bet is established, the bet will be on the ghost story itself.
Except for Mi August herself, no one knows how many spiritual crystals she has in all her so-called spiritual crystals.
It’s not a fair bet.
But it doesn’t matter.
The prey has already bitten the bait, just waiting for her to walk in…
In the end, what is exported will be won back.
The maid nodded, “Okay.”
Come in, come in quickly.
Mi August didn’t move and asked again: “Will the bet be delivered immediately?”
An impatient look appeared on the maid’s face for a moment, “Of course, guest.”
Mi August turned around and walked towards the small door it pointed to.
A gloomy gaze was locked behind her until she crossed the threshold, and the owner of the gaze became ecstatic.
“Welcome to the guest room!”
The beautiful woman in imperial attire holding a cigarette rod in her hand said charmingly to Mi August, “Guest, please come and take a seat.”
As soon as she said these words, Mi August felt an undeniable force of rules suppressing her and moving forward.
I saw a square card table in front of me, and a woman in palace clothes was sitting on one of the seats.
There are people on both sides of it. On the left is a bald old man, and on the right is a young man wearing the uniform of Du’e Academy.