�Eight.�

Everyone�s eyes followed the dice.

When the number 12 was obtained by adding 6 to 6, saliva dripped from the stunned nobleman�s mouth.

�It�s a tie.�Once more.�

�Huh.�

The aristocrat, who was crying like a child, grabbed the dice while shedding tears.

The crying didn�t stop.

�Aww.�Aaaaaa.�

Two dice flowed down the palm of my hand as my nerves, which had been shocked, jumped freely.

The result is 12 by adding 6 to 6 again.�Aaaaaa!�Aaaaaa!��The half-mad nobleman screamed in succession with tears running down his nose.

Balkan�s eyes finally became bitter.

�There is no manipulation on the dice.�But 12 came up three times in a row.�It�s an independent case, but this���

Harvits snatched the dice.

�It�s quite the way.�Then what about this time?��Two dice fly through the air without hesitation

oh it fell

�Wow!�

The soldiers who were nervous enough to suffocate glared at the dice and shouted.

�Twelve!�It�s 12 again!�

There is nothing impossible in probability, but it was never a situation that could be encountered often in life.

�please����Please save me.�

The nobles begged, but Havitz was adamant.

�Roll it.�

His body was already in a state of exhaustion, but he threw the dice in hopes of a final miracle.

Add 1 and 2 to get 3.

�Then is it my turn this time?��As Harvits swept his dice, the noble shuddered and opened his mouth wide.

�Kwaeeee!�

A gourd of blood gushed out of his eyes and he fell forward.

Zetaro confirmed the condition.

�I am out of breath.�

�Sorry.�I was trying to save you.��Returning to his seat, Havitz patted his leg with a disgusted look on his face. JrNovels.com