Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0041 Consul.....

"Zhou Yun." Cicero forced a stiff smile as he looked at Zhou Yun sitting in front of him.

Zhou Yun had just dragged him to a booth next to the bathhouse, and then looked at him with a smile.

"How's your debt problem going?" Zhou Yun asked casually.

Cicero's expression stiffened further, while Zhou Yun's tone made it seem as if what he had just said had nothing to do with him.

It was clearly him who used witchcraft to cheat, causing Cicero to incur such a debt.

"I have some friends who have helped me postpone the payment terms, so you don't need to worry," Cicero said to Zhou Yun, taking a deep breath.

"Oh! It's good to have many friends—but you seem to have forgotten about me, your friend. How many times have I been here? I've never seen you." Zhou Yun said, seemingly complaining a bit.

Who the hell would dare to see you! Even that elder, after seeing the ashes all over the ground, told Lipo and Cicero to keep their distance from Zhou Yun.

These days he's afraid to go to the toilet, fearing it might suddenly collapse.

Cicero took several deep breaths before he could barely suppress the painful emotions surging within him.

"Haha, I'm not as well-off as you are right now," Cicero waved his hand, trying to end the conversation.

"Just because of this, you're giving up pleasure? Do you remember what I told you?"

He frowned, looking at Cicero with an almost reproachful gaze:

"The money you lose hasn't disappeared; it's just temporarily entrusted to someone else. It's not gambling that's truly lost."

"I don't have your gambling skills, so I'll inevitably accumulate more and more debt," Cicero said through gritted teeth, forcing out the words from his throat.

"So what if we owe even more?"

"When you gamble, doesn't your heart pound with excitement?"

"Just enjoy it, and you've already won."

"My friend, I suggest you enjoy life while you can, after all, we might be dead tomorrow."

Cicero was stunned when he heard Zhou Yun's words. For some reason, he felt that Zhou Yun's words had a sense of déjà vu... Wasn't this exactly what he had said to Zhou Yun when he persuaded him to gamble at the bathhouse?

His body trembled slightly. He had indeed said those words from the bottom of his heart, but now, listening to them again, why did he feel awkward and unconvinced?

After accumulating debt, he did consider indulging in pleasure and gambling again, but every time money slipped through his fingers, he felt a sense of unease, and the happiness he once experienced seemed to have lost its emptiness...

"Looks like you're really struggling with debt." Seeing that the time was right, Zhou Yun revealed his true purpose to Cicero: "Want to make some money?"

"What do you mean?" Cicero's expression became a little cautious.

"I want the witch's ashes, or the ashes of the other sacrifices from that time. Can you get them?" Zhou Yun tapped the table in front of him, using his voice to subtly implant suggestions into Cicero's mind, guiding him towards agreement.

"Damn it, what's wrong with you?" Cicero couldn't help but curse.

Does this wizard have some kind of peculiar fetish? Does he like collecting the ashes of people he burned?

Zhou Yun wasn't in a hurry; he just smiled. Greyfax had once told him that the ashes left behind after a Star Torch Burns a psionicist were an excellent anti-chaos material.

The witch and the sacrifices were burned to ashes by a wisp of flame that flowed down from the golden throne, and their ashes theoretically have a similar effect. Zhou Yun really wanted to get some.

"Five thousand dinars, one box will do." Zhou Yun gestured the quantity he wanted.

"..." Cicero's face showed a conflicted expression. Five thousand denars was a godsend for him at the moment.

Moreover, Libo did not actually send anyone to guard the altar closely, nor did he intend to collect or destroy the ashes. In fact, it could be said that the followers of the First Cry God now kept their distance from the sacrificial site and the ashes on it.

If Cicero wanted to steal some ashes, it wouldn't have been difficult at all...

"I can get it for you, but you have to pay me first." Cicero nodded to Zhou Yun. "I will hand it to you personally when we go to Marcus Guilliman's house for the job interview the day after tomorrow."

"Okay." Zhou Yun waved his hand, "but you have to wait for me. I only have a little over a thousand dinars on me right now. I need to go over there and win five thousand dinars for you."

Upon hearing this, Cicero couldn't help but twitch his lips. This bastard was treating this casino like an ATM. He watched as Zhou Yun stood up and walked towards the gambling table.

"Bet on big." Zhou Yun pushed more than a thousand chips onto the gambling table.

More than half an hour later, the chips piled up around Zhou Yun had reached more than five thousand dinars.

After Zhou Yun's psychic abilities were enhanced, the effect of his "Strange Good Luck" psychic technique was also improved. With his current luck, it was almost impossible for him to lose in this casino.

"Interesting, interesting." A voice suddenly rang out behind Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun slightly raised his head.

He saw a handsome man standing behind him, his eyes gleaming as he watched Zhou Yun's betting game.

For some reason, Zhou Yun felt that this man looked very familiar.

This man naturally exuded confidence and an aura of authority. As he walked past Zhou Yun, the noisy crowd around him immediately fell silent and made way for him.

"It's really fun. I heard people up here say that there's a guy who's incredibly lucky and always wins at gambling, so I couldn't resist coming down to check it out."

The man smiled and gestured for the dealer to move aside; he then sat down opposite Zhou Yun.

"You know what? I've always been a very lucky person. Fate always seems to be on my side. I'm curious, if the two of us were to make a bet, who would win?"

"How about we have a game? If you win, I'll give you... um, how about 50,000 dinars?"

"If I win, all you need to do is give me one chip as a souvenir, how about that?"

Zhou Yun looked at the man's face, trying to remember where he had seen him before, and then spread his hands, saying, "What do you want to do?"

"Actually, I don't gamble often... How about a simple high or low?" the man said, handing Zhou Yun three dice and a dice cup.

"Okay." Zhou Yun took the dice and dice cup and began to shake them.

"I'll go first," the man said with a confident smile, placing the dice cup face down on the table and gently opening it.

Three sixes.

The man gestured for Zhou Yun to open it.

Zhou Yun opened the dice cup, and there were three sixes as well.

"You're evenly matched with me! You're really lucky." The man said with a hearty laugh.

There was no trace of psychic magic... Zhou Yun stared at the man. That man could actually match his own bizarre good fortune purely through luck. Just who was he...?

"Lord Jialan! What brings you here? Everyone has been waiting for you." A gentle voice called out.

An old but still handsome man with long gray hair strode over, accompanied by a swordsman with a scarred face and fierce eyes.

When the gray-haired man walked in, Zhou Yun smelled a strong perfume scent.

"Capio, my friend, I've met an opponent whose luck is on par with mine, and I couldn't help but get playful." The lucky man stood up and patted the gray-haired man on the shoulder a few times.

Then, he looked at Zhou Yun and said, "Friend, I'm sorry, I have something else to attend to. I admit defeat just now. Go and give me my name: Consul Jalan, and the counter here will give you 50,000 dinars."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly, watching the man walk towards the upper level of the bathhouse.

Governor Jia Lan... Zhou Yun murmured the name in his heart.

One of the two portraits on the dinar, depicting the consuls Makula and Connor side by side...

He was also the one who later murdered Robert Guilliman's adoptive father.