booktalesy Chapter 94 Welcome to—[The Casino]
Chapter 94 Welcome to—[The Casino]
Chapter 94 Welcome to—[The Casino]
Song You's consciousness lingered on the pages of the [Druid's Diary], his gaze sweeping over the rows of badges radiating different lights.
So, there's this kind of reward after advancing to the next rank.
[Customer Badges: Each badge originates from the sincere feelings left by a guest during their stay at the farmhouse. Choose one, and you will gain the special power derived from that feeling.]
His finger first touched the orange fishing rod badge.
[Black Drift God - Good Luck Badge: Your luck will receive a slight boost, especially when engaging in fish-related activities.]
Song You curled his lip. "Deng Shen's luck?"
Isn't that a purely negative effect? Next.
He pointed to the crimson kitchen knife badge.
[Wang Guoming's Passion Badge: Your strength receives a slight boost, and you find it easier to focus while cooking.]
Improving his strength is of little significance to him at this point.
He then looked at Wen Qingyan's calm and rational blue calligraphy badge.
[Wen Qingyan's Tranquility Badge: Your mental recovery speed is slightly increased, allowing you to maintain calmer when handling complex tasks.]
This is good, but it's not the most urgent need.
I picked up a few more badges, but they all seemed rather useless.
Song You's gaze finally settled on the last two badges, one belonging to Jiang Milu and the other to Su Yunxi.
He first clicked on Jiang Milu's bud badge, which was radiating a bright green light.
[Jiang Milu's Badge of Forgetfulness: You will gain the ability to have sudden urges, receiving a strong reminder when you are about to forget something important.]
This ability is a bit mysterious.
But for someone who needs to manage a large agritainment business and also take care of druidic practice, it seems very useful.
Song You then moved his finger to Su Yunxi's lotus badge, which shifted between black and white.
[Su Yunxi - Heart-Defending Badge: Your body will generate an invisible shield of mental defense, capable of withstanding one non-physical mental impact or energy erosion. This shield is a one-time consumable; it will shatter after blocking an attack and requires seven days to regenerate.]
One is a passive reminder, and the other is a life-saving trump card.
Song You acted almost without hesitation.
His memory has always been excellent, especially after he was promoted to Druid; his mind was as if it had been cleansed, and it was incredibly clear.
In comparison, the shield that can withstand a single mental shock is far more valuable.
Whether it's the unknown hidden in this world or the fantastical settings in the Druid's Diary, everything is full of uncertainty.
Having more cards to play means more security.
"I choose the [Heart-Controlling Badge]."
As he confirmed this with his mind, all the badges on the journal page, except for Su Yunxi's black and white lotus badge, turned into specks of light and slowly dissipated.
Immediately afterwards, the lotus emblem floated up from the page, spun around, and finally transformed into a ball of black and white light, which was heavily imprinted on the simple cover of the Druid's Diary, forming a puddle of ink.
An intricate and mysterious lotus flower emblem appears in the center of the cover.
Song Youneng could feel that there seemed to be an invisible and intangible barrier deep inside his body, which made him feel a sense of security he had never felt before.
After doing all this, he finally took a step and walked out of the ravine.
Back in the courtyard, the world seemed to have changed.
He didn't need to deliberately initiate a "pathological examination." He simply glanced at the vegetable garden, and the health status of each vegetable, whether it needed watering, and whether there were insect eggs hidden under the leaves were all presented to his perception in a direct way.
The mint plant in the corner of the yard, which he had modified with dragon blood, exuded a faint yet domineering scorching aura, standing out from the surrounding plants.
With a flick of his wrist, Song You sent the peppermint liqueur quietly into his pocket.
Su Yunxi was in the yard counting the vegetables she had picked that day, preparing to pack them for the guests.
She heard footsteps, looked up, and saw Song You walking out of the backyard.
Her movements paused for a moment.
The Song You before me is still the same Song You. But something seems different about him.
The previous aura, filled with intense aggression and oppression, has vanished. In its place lies a gentle, refreshing feeling.
He simply stood there casually, just like the trees rooted there, blending into the entire courtyard and even the whole forest.
"Senior, what's wrong with you?" Su Yunxi opened her mouth, not knowing how to describe it for a moment.
"Come here, give me a hand." Song Youchong beckoned to her.
Su Yunxi put down what she was doing and walked over.
"Help me get that stuff off my face." Song You pointed to his face.
Su Yunxi then realized that he was referring to the light makeup used to cover her face.
She nodded, turned around and went back into the house to get makeup remover and cotton pads.
She stood in front of Song You and gently wiped his cheeks.
The closer you get, the more pronounced the feeling becomes.
The burning heat emanating from Song You that had previously made her heart race and her body go weak was no longer felt at all.
The fresh scent of grass and trees, though not overpowering, gave her a sense of intimacy and peace of mind.
Soon, the makeup was completely removed.
"How is it? Do you see anything different?" Song You asked, looking at her.
Su Yunxi carefully examined him.
Her facial features are still the same, with well-defined contours, and she looks very good.
But that eerie, unsettling sharpness that made people afraid to look directly at it has indeed disappeared.
She thought for a moment and answered seriously, "It feels the same as before."
She was referring to Song You, the farmhouse owner who looked a bit lazy but had bright eyes, before his demeanor changed.
Upon hearing this, Song You walked to the water basin in the yard and looked into his eyes through the reflection in the clear water.
The color of his pupils was no longer pure black.
At the deepest part of the pupil, a layer of deep, ancient forest-like green had appeared, unnoticed.
The green was well hidden; it was impossible to spot without careful observation. Su Yunxi was so close just now, yet she didn't notice it.
It seems that the influence of the red dragon bloodline on his appearance was completely neutralized as he officially advanced to the first-tier druid.
"Okay, then we won't have to go through that trouble anymore." Song You straightened up and said to Su Yunxi.
"Hmm." Su Yunxi responded, but in her heart she was thinking that her senior's temperament was like a chameleon, changing every few days.
"By the way, senior, when are you going to start processing the ingredients that Brother Wang brought?" she asked curiously.
Those things looked priceless, and she wanted to broaden her horizons.
"Tomorrow," Song You said, stretching his wrists. "Today, let's calm down first."
The day's business was spent in a flurry of activity.
As evening fell and the last group of guests left, the farmhouse finally quieted down.
After dinner, Wang Guoming went back to his room to rest.
He seemed to genuinely regard Song You as a highly skilled cultivator in seclusion, and didn't bother him much throughout the day. He would only occasionally stand at the kitchen door and glance at the tightly closed storage room door with a look of awe.
Song You was in the courtyard, patiently familiarizing himself with the various changes that had occurred since his promotion.
He discovered that he could now not only sense the emotions of plants and animals, but also guide them to a certain extent by consuming the power of nature.
For example, with just a thought, he could make the lead speckled rooster in the chicken coop lead its henchmen in a neat line to patrol the yard, pecking up the vegetable leaves on the ground.
Late at night, Song You returned to his room.
Song Hongmao was still fast asleep in the cage, his fur becoming increasingly silvery and his punk-style red tuft on his head becoming even more vibrant.
Its aura was steady and powerful, and the transformation process of the dragon servant proceeded smoothly.
After a busy day, Song You lay on the bed, feeling the inexhaustible vitality within his body that was closely connected to the entire land, as well as the quietly formed mental shield, and felt a sense of peace in his heart.
Only after advancing to the next level did he truly gain the confidence to make a living in this world.
With that sense of contentment, he closed his eyes.
Consciousness slowly sank into darkness.
next second.
A blinding light pierced his eyelids without warning.
Song You suddenly opened his eyes.
What came into view was not the familiar ceiling of the room with its faint wood scent.
Instead, it is a huge dome made up of countless mirrors.
The mirror reflected the luxurious yet chaotic scene below.
Men and women dressed in gorgeous formal attire gathered around green gambling tables, some excited and enthusiastic, others nervous and frustrated.
The air was filled with a dizzying mix of cigars, perfume, and money.
The crisp clinking of chips, the woman's giggles, and the man's heavy breathing blended into a cacophony of sounds that assaulted his eardrums.
This is a casino.
A casino of extreme luxury and extravagance.
Song You's mind went completely blank for a moment.
Wasn't he sleeping in a room at the farmhouse?
This is where?
He tried to sit up, but found that he couldn't move at all.
Song You forced himself to calm down and lowered his head.
Or rather, he made an effort to move his gaze downwards.
Then, he saw where he was through the mirror in the dome.
It was a smooth, white, circular surface with a cold touch.
The platform's edge was made of concentric circles of green velvet fabric, with intricate white lines and numbers drawn on it; it was a gambling table.
Song You tried to find himself among the customers around the gambling table.
A long, strong hand wearing a white glove was slapping a stack of colorful, round, thin slices heavily onto the white lines on the table.
"Snapped!"
A crisp, loud bang.
Song You felt the entire plane he was on tremble violently.
He finally understood.
He wasn't at the gambling table.
He was at the gambling table.
He became a bargaining chip.
The cheapest, white chip.