The Mansion of Trials and Trials

Gamble Bet

"Well, Wanderer No. 1. Please go over there and let Mel confirm your result." said Puppet as she pointed at a curtain booth not far away. I felt odd. When and how does that booth appear?

"May Wanderer No. 2 walk forward." Puppet said.

"I'm Wanderer No. 2." One man raised his hand. I noticed his name tag, it was Brian. Unlike Luna, he didn't seem to be afraid. He was rather strange though. Before taking the ball, he walked around and around and around the box in circles and circles, studying it from top to bottom. After a minute, he finally placed his hand inside the box. His face changed suddenly like C. I saw him make a quick smile. I felt odd again.

"COME ON! HURRY UP, YOU FOOL!"

"HOW LONG DO YOU HAVE TO PICK THE BALL?!!!!! STOP WASTING OUR TIME!!!!!" Startled, Max started barking again.

"Oh, please shut up. My ears hurt." Brian walked near and scolded him. He had finished picking his ball.

"WHAT DO YOU SAY?!" Max screamed louder, "I'M JUST TRYING TO RUSH YOU GUYS TO PICK FASTER! WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH THAT? PICKING THE BALL ONLY NEEDS LESS THAN FIVE SECONDS, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU GUYS TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME!"

"YEAH! YEAH! He's right! We also need to pick the balls! Why don't the guys in front just hurry up!"

"Stop wasting time! The timer is ticking!!!" Everyone complained. Brian didn't seem to care. He pushed up his glasses.

".............what a bunch of idiots." he whispered softly.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" Max stopped Brian and snatched his collar, "DID YOU JUST SAY I AM AN IDIOT?"

"What's wrong about that?" Brian argued, "For a guy like you who only complains and never uses his brains can never survive in the trials. It is just a matter of time for you to end up being dead."

"YOU, BASTARD! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU ARE SO CLEVER?!"

"At least I'm certain I'm more clever than a brutal animal like you."

"WHAT DO YOU SAY?!" Max lifted up his fist and punched Brian in his face. Brian responded quickly and defended himself. Yet, the punch suddenly stopped. Brian felt strange.

"What's wrong?" Brian asked, "Aren't you going to punch me?" Max grinned.

"Punch you?" He shook his head, "No. I changed my mind. You really pissed me off. SO I'M GOING TO BURN YOU, MR. CLEVER."

"If you really insist you are so clever, why don't we have a bet?"

"What bet?" Brian asked, his eyes sharpened.

"I'm going to pick my ball up next. If I pick a ball which has a greater number than yours, you have to apologize to me for what you just said. But if it's a draw, I'll apologize for what I said."

"What if I win?" Brian asked.

"If you win, I'll apologize to you and give you all my obols."

"What?!" Words spilled out from Brian's mouth. I doubted my ears. How can he possibly bet on obols?! Didn't he hear what Puppet said? If he doesn't have enough obol to pay for the next trial, he will be dead!

"You're insane! Do you really think you can beat him? The probability of losing is much higher than winning!" The girl nearby, Keira shouted. Max rolled his eyes.

"OF COURSE, I KNOW THAT, WOMAN! 38 balls with numbers -1, 0, 1. It's an American style roulette, right?"

"American style what?" Keira asked. Max ignored her. Brian's face changed instantly.