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But the Joker was different; from the moment he joined the casino, he began to figure out how to cheat to get more gifts.
After being reprimanded by the robot, he went to the other extreme, completely disregarding the fact that the robot had taken him in.
The clown's gambling skills were already superb; at least he could completely shuffle the cards he wanted.
"No!" The robot was about to warn her when Ya Rou covered her face with her fan.
Ya Rou looked at Jiang Kehan apologetically and said, "Could you please quiet the robot down for a while? I choose to trust Xiao Ting."
Jiang Kehan hesitated before reaching out her hand. She looked up at Xiao Ting on the gambling table, who still maintained her calm demeanor.
It was so calm, as if we already knew the outcome.
“Okay…” Jiang Kehan nodded slowly with a hint of doubt. She tapped the robot lightly, and the robot fell silent.
As a repair technician, she was very familiar with the structure of robots.
"Deal the cards," Xiao Ting said, looking at the Joker.
The clown sneered and casually dealt himself a card, which was the Ace of Hearts.
"Hey, looks like I'm in luck!" he said smugly, just about to pass the 3 of spades to Xiao Ting when he heard her speak slowly.
"I want the first two sheets you wash."
The first two cards? The clown's smile froze, and he silently drew the card.
It is square A.
"Looks like my luck is pretty good too?" Xiao Ting looked at the cards and said mockingly.
The clown, however, with bloodshot eyes, echoed, "Of course the guest is lucky, but my luck might be a bit like Schrödinger's cat."
Laugh, laugh! He stared intently at Xiao Ting, barely able to contain his elation.
Before you go looking for your own death, laugh at yourself one last time.
Once you win, I'll stuff the most "happiness" into your brain, making you kneel on the ground begging me to gamble again, begging me to let you win... The clown suppressed a smile and placed the cards in front of him.
The outcome was already decided as long as he was the one dealing the cards first.
Right, the Ace of Clubs.
The clown trembled all over. He had already begun to fantasize that these guests, like the others, would indulge in "happiness" and become useless wretches who could only wail.
This excited him immensely!!!
"It seems your luck is indeed unpredictable, sometimes good and sometimes bad. You actually got the 3 of spades." Xiao Ting's words brought him back to reality, but they surprised him.
Ugh?
The clown stared in surprise at the cards in front of him, and for a moment he suspected that Xiao Ting had tampered with them.
Wasn't this the card he originally intended to deal to Xiao Ting?!
Xiao Ting calmly lowered her hand and spoke indifferently about something that seemed to have nothing to do with gambling.
"Actually, I don't know what tricks you might use, and I don't care."
Her gaze passed over the clown, who was beginning to tremble; he was already gripped by fear.
The fear of losing complete control of one's gambling skills.
“After all, I knew your fate from the very beginning.” Xiao Ting said with some emotion, then stood up and casually drew a card from the Joker’s deck.
It was the two of spades. It was as if fate had played a cruel joke on her, as she lost to the Joker by a mere 1 point.
"I am fully aware of my fears, which is why I am so fearless." Xiao Ting's eyes held a faint sadness and a hint of helplessness.
"Although I always win when I gamble, the more I win, the more fearful I become, fearing that a small mistake will wipe out all my winnings."
“Just like you are now, Joker.” Her words seemed completely unrelated, but Jiang Kehan understood them.
The villains in this story are all the people the protagonist fears.
But no one has ever said that a so-called villain must be a specific person.
In other words... Jiang Kehan couldn't help but look at Xiao Ting. She suddenly understood why Xiao Ting, who possessed such an unreasonable "blessing," would resolutely give up the path of gambling in the cult.
The cult witch needs to avoid gambling simply because it's not as stable as lending, but the potential of gambling is actually far greater than that of power lending.
Xiao Ting simply distrusts so-called blessings; she pathologically holds everything in her own hands.
The villains who belong to her are the mistakes she fears, or in other words, "always losing when she gambles".
Xiao Ting slowly picked up a helmet from beside the clown, weighed it in her hand for a moment, and then turned to look at the robot.
"Is this what they call a pleasure device?"
The robot waved its arms and nodded vigorously.
Jiang Kehan quickly untied the restrictions on the robot's language function, restoring it to normal.
“Yes, but…” It looked at the clown who was slumped on the ground.
At this moment, the clown was like a drowning dog, his whole body covered in cold sweat. He knew better than anyone what he had done to the device.
He suddenly started crying like a child and turned his head toward the robot.
"Commander...Commander! I was just confused for a moment."
"You remember, don't you? You remember the wonderful times we spent together!"
"I'll turn everyone else back to normal right now..."
The clown's voice abruptly stopped. He stared in disbelief at the upside-down world and his own headless body.
“Although you can’t kill people in fairy tales,” Xiao Ting shrugged, wiping her blood-stained hands, “we are witches, after all.”
"A witch whose magic cannot be bound by fairy tales."
Chapter 229 Glowing
Xiao Ting plucked a rotten tomato from a tomato vine, its juice splashing out and landing in front of the robot.
After drying her hands, she turned back to Jiang Kehan and explained.
"I'm a little sorry, but I won't listen to the robot's side of the story. I need to see for myself what kind of person the Joker really is before I can make a decision."
Xiao Ting paused slightly, her brows furrowing as she caught a glimpse of the clown's head out of the corner of her eye.
"Obviously, he's just trash."
She shrugged and added, "I wouldn't even consider him cannon fodder on the battlefield."
After explaining, Xiao Ting slowly picked up the happiness device, patted it lightly, and tossed it to Jiang Kehan.
"Can you figure out how this thing works?"
Jiang Kehan, who was stunned by Xiao Ting's handsome appearance, came back to her senses and hurriedly took the device. After hearing Xiao Ting's words, she tried to use her magic to analyze it.
Ya Rou slowly looked out the window, wondering what the clown was thinking, since this place offered a panoramic view of the desolation outside.
She stroked her fan, feeling somewhat apprehensive.
Now that what Xiao Ting fears has appeared here, is it her turn to go next?
A doctor cannot heal himself. Unlike Xiao Ting, who is intimately familiar with her own fears, Ya Rou only feels confused and timid.
As for the robot, it silently stared at the stains on the ground, then clicked open a white cloth and covered the ground with it, but not the clown's corpse.
Xiao Ting is right, the clown is trash, he only deserves to rot alone in a corner.
"Hmm, the VIIba3 thing seems more like some kind of emotion transmission device."
Jiang Kehan threw the happiness device back to Xiao Ting and said in her own words.
"While conveying happiness, it can also record the happiness in the other person's mind, thus accumulating it continuously."
"Clearly, the Joker is cramming all that accumulated pleasure into one person's head, causing him to lose control."
"It's like ice." She looked at the device with disgust.
Although the device itself is neither right nor wrong, it cannot conceal the disaster it brought.
"Oh?" Xiao Ting looked at the robot with an ambiguous expression, her smile restrained, and said meaningfully.
"Would you mind changing your profession? Casinos are too demanding, why not just open a circus?"
As she spoke, she threw the device on the ground, then stomped on it hard, shattering it into pieces.
Seemingly still not satisfied, Xiao Ting continued to twist her toes until she had crushed the tattered clothes and other debris into irreparable powder before she finally stopped.
The robot didn't look at the device it had once revered as a divine artifact; it simply looked down at the ground.
"So be it if it's ruined, but can I really regain everyone's trust?"
It seemed somewhat empty, but its tone was frank: "After all, I'm just an abandoned robot."
The robot still remembers the scene when it was driven out, when it desperately tried to accuse the clown of bringing only disaster, but people just raised sticks and drove it away.
Until it can only mechanically repeat the word "welcome".
“That’s not necessarily true.” Ya Rou’s eyes narrowed slightly as she noticed a campfire burning on the garbage dump and she was waving to the others.
"Come and see, is there anyone alive there?"
Upon hearing this, the robot suddenly looked up at the window. In reality, it saw nothing, but it couldn't hide its anticipation.
"It seems there's someone there. Can I go check it out?" It eagerly stretched out its hand, intending to smash the window and climb over it.
To verify even the most fantastical possibilities.
Jiang Kehan stopped the robot, but the witch's eyesight was far better than the robot's, she said definitively.
"It's just a few kids, but don't worry, we'll go with you."
The robot froze, realizing it might be kicked out again, but as it had told the clown...
As a machine that only knows responsibility, no matter how many times it is abandoned, it will still silently protect others.
In its own way.
Seemingly sensing the robot's worry, Jiang Kehan patted its head, casually knocked on the window, and then turned to look at everyone with a bright smile.
"Then let's set off! Let's see if the people here are thinking of you."
The robot's eyes reflected this scene: shattered glass flew past Jiang Kehan's profile, creating an arc of sunlight that refracted and converged, forming a smile called hope.