The two mice that were considered as targets ran away separately, and the black and white dog retracted its claws in pain because it had used too much force. It seemed to be in pain... Alice felt a little regretful for her previous behavior. She regretted doing that. At this time, the experienced black dog suddenly jumped up, but this time, its target was not the mouse, but its opponent. The trajectory of its attack made Alice's pupils shrink, and she gave it another bad luck without thinking. So the strong black dog's front legs cramped, and it turned from attacking to rolling on the ground. But its hostility was discovered by the other black and white dog. It turned to the black dog, and its silly eyes also became fierce. Its body was slightly arched, its claws dug into the ground, and it bared its teeth and let out a threatening growl. This game of dog and mouse, under Alice's instigation, eventually turned into a duel between the two dogs. The gamblers had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter. Under the call of the most excited gambler before, they became excited again: "Go! Tear it apart!" The two dogs seemed to be affected by this atmosphere. They pounced on each other and wrestled together. You gave me a claw, I bit you, and the fight was inseparable. Alice thought about it, moved to the bar, and leaned on the bar to watch the two dogs fight.
In the case of similar size and strength, the black dog was obviously more experienced, more fierce, and more explosive than the other one. But unfortunately, it carried more bad luck, which made its fighting process very unsuccessful. The two dogs were basically tied. The mice squeaked and fled away from the center of the cage, leaving the battlefield to the two dogs. The evenly matched battle attracted Alice's interest at first, but soon, Alice felt that this scene was not dramatic enough. She thought about it, and began to be a master of holding water in this battle, swaying left and right but not spilling the water. So, the mood of the gamblers also went through twists and turns with the bowl of water, until the water was spilled, and everyone's hanging hearts finally died - it's hard to say whether the two dogs on the stage are dead or not, but they probably can't get up to catch mice. In this game of dogs catching mice, the number of mice caught by the two dogs is 0. What a wonderful number, Alice happily appreciates the expressions of each gambler after failure. Some are soul-destroying, some are hit hard, some clamor for a refund, and some... Hey, why is he laughing? Alice frowned and looked at the gambler who had always been the most excited. He happily took back his gambling money and the money he won... Oh, no wonder, it turned out that he bet on 0! "Warren again..." "So lucky, how many times has he won?" "I don't know, he's like he's been kissed by the goddess of luck, so lucky..." "Yes, so lucky..." Discussions came from time to time, some were envious, some were jealous, and some regretted not following him to bet. From the conversations of the people around, Alice understood that this gambler named Warren came here for the first time today, and he bet several times, all of which were big wins. Everyone wanted to follow him to bet, but this time the result of his bet was too unconventional - he actually bet that two dogs could not catch mice, so in the Brave Bar where gambling was not popular, the gamblers hesitated for a moment and gave up. Alice looked at Warren's face, which was redder because of winning money, but her brows wrinkled little by little. But why...he was about to die? Alice watched him excitedly count the money in his hand again and again, and when he counted it for the third time, he fell down. Then, the scene suddenly became chaotic.
This situation in the bar seemed not uncommon. Soon, the person in charge appeared, handled the situation, and appeased the guests. After a while, with the start of a new game of dog catching rat, the originally cold scene became lively again, and only a few occasional discussions about Warren were left. "What bad luck..." "Yeah..." Alice thought about it, moved to the bartender, and asked, "Hey, do you know about Warren?" Alice felt that she should push some money out at this time, but it was the first time she did this kind of thing. She had no idea how much money she should give, not to mention that she didn't have much money on her body... Alice, who had been trading hundreds of pounds for a long time at the Tarot Club, touched the 5-sol note in her pocket and thought. The bartender looked at Alice and laughed: "Is it you?" Alice asked blankly: "Do you recognize me?" "I am impressed by you," the bartender explained, "After all, there are very few girls like you... well, like this who come to the businessman." Alice tilted her head and understood what he meant from the words he used. She did not comment on the bartender's words, but asked tentatively: "So Warren..." The bartender brought out a drink price list. Alice lowered her head and carefully browsed it from beginning to end, and finally raised her head and said: "Minors cannot drink." This made the bartender silent for a moment, and then he brought out a glass of orange juice with a knowledgeable look and asked with a complicated expression: "...Do the adults in your family not care about you?" Alice blinked twice and answered truthfully: "I am the only one in my family." The bartender fell silent again. After a while, he changed the subject: "Warren was kicked out of the Ossini Tavern two days ago." "Why?" Alice asked in confusion. The bartender chuckled and said, "Because he seemed to have been kissed by the goddess of luck. He has been winning since three or four days ago." Alice was slightly startled. "Who wouldn't envy his luck at that time? But now..." The bartender smiled and shook his head. Alice took a sip of orange juice, then asked in confusion: "Did he have bad luck before?" The bartender shook his head and said: "How many gamblers can have good luck all the time? It's always like that, occasionally winning, then investing more money, and losing everything." Alice lowered her head thoughtfully for a moment, then looked up and asked: "Are you destroying the business?" The bartender looked at her and replied: "Minors are not allowed to gamble." Alice opened her mouth slightly, then closed it again, and changed the subject: "For a gambler like Warren, the best ending should be to get rich or die, right?" "Although he will most likely use the money to gamble if he gets rich...but you are not wrong." The bartender spread his hands. Alice frowned and asked in confusion: "Then... since two good endings appeared at the same time, why do you say he is unlucky?"