"This is just a gambling table, right? You all are just too easily startled," Bert casually walked up to the gambling table, standing where the croupier would normally be positioned. The drone's lights lit up the table at that moment, revealing betting patterns like Big, Small, Number, and Leopard on the dusty surface. Colorful chips lay scattered around, only a dice cup was neatly placed where it belonged.
Bert, being a materialistic streamer, naturally didn't bring any ghost-hunting tools. He stood there empty-handed in front of the table, reaching out to pick up the dice cup and then grabbed the three dice beneath it amidst the noisy live comments.
"Look, where's the ghost? It's just three dice! Speaking of which, before I moved to the city, I used to be a croupier at a small local gambling hall. Haven't touched these in years, brings back a bit of nostalgia!"
