So, those who considered themselves clever flocked together, gathering around the small wooden table and watching one after another attempt the challenge, some even secretly played their own games with others, trying to peer into its secret.
However, just like the game of Gomoku that would appear in later ages, although it was a game with a guaranteed winning strategy, those who didn't understand it still played back and forth. At one point, many even believed that Andrea had truly won her victories through her own wisdom.
"Ah—looks like I've won again."
The corner of her mouth rose unconsciously as Andrea picked up the last gold coin from the table. But this time, she didn't rush to call the next person, nor did she pay attention to the aristocrat who lost in front of her; instead, she looked up at the sky.
The sunset was imminent, the day was about to pass.
