Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1291 - 1157: Changing Faces

The last person left wasn’t anyone else but the Centurion seated on the left, also the lowest-ranking person present.

His status was not even comparable to these stewards, which is precisely why he was put last.

And at this very moment, it was finally his turn. One could say that after such a long wait, he had been in torment.

Every time someone else drew a jar of wine, his heart couldn’t help but skip a beat while he silently thought to himself, "This doesn’t bode well."

He was quietly calculating exactly how many jars of wine had been drawn. With each jar that was taken away, he felt his chances becoming more and more slim.

Because so many people had already been in line, he thought that by the time it was his turn, there certainly wouldn’t be any wine left.

Or rather, when even half of these people were done drawing, he feared all the wine would have already been sold out.

But that last shred of hope and that craving for fine wine were what kept him standing here.

As people finished drawing their lots one by one, his heart was always on edge. However, as the last few approached, his tense heart gradually relaxed, and a rush of joy and elation surged over him.

Especially when the last person in front of him was done, the Centurion was overjoyed. Everyone had finished, yet there were still over 20 jars of wine that hadn’t appeared. How could he not be excited?

This meant he had a great chance of drawing a jar.

Though he didn’t know exactly how many bamboo sticks remained, nor how much wine was left, nor if he had the luck to draw wine, the most important point was that, at the very least, there was still a chance in front of him.

That was enough. After such a long wait and effort, he had earned a chance, a chance to drink fine wine, which made him incredibly excited for a moment.

As a result, when he walked forward, his entire leg was trembling uncontrollably.

In fact, when he reached his hand into that wooden box, his hand was also trembling nonstop, enough to show his inner excitement, enough to show just how happy he was at this moment.

Of course, this scene naturally caught the eyes of everyone around, including Steward Lu, who was currently staring at him.

Watching his actions, Steward Lu sneered slightly and spoke in a tone full of mockery:

"Humph, even I didn’t draw any wine. Let’s see whether this guy will or won’t. Ha! Moreover, we’ve all finished drawing, yet there are still so many jars of wine not shown. I want to ask the shopkeeper, what’s going on here?"

However, the shopkeeper didn’t even bother responding to his question and had no intention of talking to him, simply watching the last person with a cheerful gaze. At that moment, these words also reached the Centurion’s ears, causing him to feel a bit awkward.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and directly reached his hand into the wooden box.

As his hand entered the box, he was astonished to find that there was only one bamboo stick left inside.

Yes, that was the situation inside the box: aside from the last bamboo stick, it was completely empty. This left the Centurion momentarily dazed, not knowing what to do, as he swirled his hand around inside but still found only one stick.

How could he not be full of doubts? However, at this moment, when he felt puzzled and lifted his gaze toward the shopkeeper, he indeed saw the shopkeeper looking at him with an inscrutable smile, causing his heart to skip a beat.

He inexplicably sensed a strange aura, though he couldn’t understand what it implied.

Nonetheless, there was no choice. At this moment, with only one bamboo stick left in the box, whether he would obtain the wine depended on this stick, or rather, there was no choice but to take it.

With no options, he could only grit his teeth again, stamp his foot, and clutch the bamboo stick in his hand.

After all, if he didn’t take this bamboo stick, there would be none left for him to choose from.

Although the possibility of any writing on this bamboo stick was low, he refused to believe his luck could be this bad. Could it be that he wouldn’t get to taste the fine wine?

He had brought out all his possessions, refusing to believe he wouldn’t be able to buy any wine. With this mindset, he could only grit his teeth, take it out, and with a determined look, glance at the bamboo stick.

Yet, as all eyes focused on him, and everyone turned to look at the bamboo stick in his hand, the Centurion saw the content on the stick.

With one look, the Centurion’s mouth immediately dropped open, eyes full of shock.

He couldn’t quite believe it and rubbed his eyes. Upon closely examining the content on the stick again, he found no discrepancies or problems.

Then, he suddenly burst into a fit of ecstatic joy, holding the bamboo stick up high as he ran towards the shopkeeper, shouting:

"Hahahaha, Shopkeeper, Shopkeeper, I got it! I drew it, I drew a jar of wine, hahaha, Shopkeeper, come and see if I’ve won, hahah, I’m so lucky, hahah."

At that moment, this guy’s smile was simply exaggerated, with an almost ear-to-ear grin. Yet the unrestrained joy on his face was unmistakable, revealing how truly happy he was. Never in his dreams did he expect that he would actually draw a winning stick.

This meant that today he could finally fulfill his wish and drink the heavenly bestowed wine.

By this time, he had already rushed before the shopkeeper, eagerly presenting the bamboo stick like a treasure.

However, as the shopkeeper accepted it with a smile, his expression also abruptly changed.

[To be continued...]