Chapter 317
Kingsley waved his hand impatiently. "Pass the dice cup to me."
"Sure! I''ll let you use this." Nathan then turned to ask Rhys, "Mr. Glen, I need another dice cup."
Before Rhys could order his men to grab a dice cup for them, Kingsley stopped them. "There''s no
need for that."
At that, he grabbed the only dice cup around and began to shake it rhythmically.
The sound of the dice rustling inside the cup was like a powerful drumbeat. However, what Kingsley
was doing left others in confusion as they nced at each other for answers.
"What is he doing? Aren''t they going to y against each other?"
"That''s what I''m saying! How can he begin the game on his own without waiting for Mr. Kearney to
get a dice?"
Nathan was more confused than the audience. "Punk, what tricks are you trying to pull? Do you
even know how to y it?"
Just then, he heard a loud thud as Kingsley mmed the dice cup on the
table.
"Punk, what do you mean?" Nathan looked at him with detest. "Do you think you have the upper
hand?"
Kingsley said nothing but smiled.
Then, as he lifted the lid, the five dice stacked up in an odd pile were revealed to everyone.
The onlookers booed when they saw the oue. The audience didn''t hide their mocking and
derisivements.
"What the hell is that? I expected to see him roll out all sixes."
"At least pile a tower out of them! What is that thing he made?"
Kingsley ignored them as he kept his eyes straight at Nathan. "Five dice with fourteen faces. Two
sets of numbers from one to six made twelve of the faces. Thest two faces will be ''Pride'' and
''Awe'' respectively."
At that, the corner of Kingsley''s lips curled into a smirk as he said, "You must know it if you''re a
student of the gamble master.”
Rhys sneered, thinking that he was just saying some nonsensical words. "Punk, are you crazy?
What kind of bullsh*t are you talking about?" The onlookers alsoughed out loud at the side. They
all thought Kingsley was desperate to win after hearing Nathan''s title.
Even though the audience was sneering at Kingsley, Nathan remained the only one who didn’t
share their joy. "T-This is the stone dice with fourteen faces?"
He took a few steps back in disbelief as he felt his throat dry at the scene. "No way... That one is a
long-lost trick! I-It’s impossible to show up now!"
Rhys'' heart skipped a beat at Nathan''s troubled state. "Mr. Kearney? Is everything ok? Did he pull
tricks?
Why don''t I ask my men—"
N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.
His words died in his throat abruptly, and his eyes widened as if he saw something fearsome.
Before everyone, Nathan kneeled with a thud as he referred to Kingsley respectfully, "Grand
Master!"
The onlookers were shocked to hear him calling Kingsley "grand master" and struggled to let the
idea sink in.
Their jaws dropped as Nathan had a massive change in attitude. The once prideful and arrogant
man was now prostrating himself before Kingsley.
"Mr. Kearney," Rhys asked in confusion. "Are you okay? What is it now? What happened?" The turn
of events was driving him mad. Tonight had been an emotional roller coaster for him as he tried to
catch up with the ups and downs.
He thought he could depend on Nathan to save him. But, to his surprise, his assumed savior hadn''t
even tried their best and instead kneeled in front of their opponent.
Rhys ran his hand through his hair roughly as his expression gradually turned distraught. "Mr.
Kearney, what''s going on?"
Regardless, Nathan paid Rhys no mind as he looked at Kingsley with absolute admiration. "Grand
Master, Master once told me if there is anyone who can do the stone dice with fourteen faces, then
that person will be none other than the Grand Master in Qustia."
At that, he kneeled and bowed his head as a token of respect to Kingsley. He stared at Kingsley
with expectation. "Grand Master, please teach me the long-lost trick!"