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The mugs disappeared.
Their footprints started paying.
A cluster of frothy green drinks had connected across the reels, vanished in the cascade and been replaced by fresh symbols.
The places where they had been stayed behind.
Golden squares.
Glowing.
The pub had cleared the glasses and left the stains armed.
Then the Rainbow landed.
It waited until the last cascade finished and opened across the grid.
Every marked place the mugs had abandoned turned over.
Bronze Coin.
Bronze Coin.
Another.
Silver Coin.
Dragon’s Pub had discovered the ideal use for an empty table.
Put treasure underneath where the beer used to be.
I was playing at €1.20.
The pub itself sat on a purple night street with dragon-shaped decoration wrapped around almost everything that would hold still.
Gold trim around the reels.
Dragon statues.
Lanterns.
Barrels.
A dragon owner standing beside the screen in a black top hat and suit, looking much too pleased for someone whose floor had just started producing money after the drinks vanished.
The reels were full of the sort of things his customers apparently required.
Sandwiches.
Frothy mugs.
Blue dice.
Purple chips.
Top hats.
Card symbols.
The first mug reveal was small.
Mostly Bronze.
One Silver.
Useful.
But the amount was less interesting than the behaviour.
A normal cluster paid once.
A cluster with a Rainbow nearby could leave an entire second event underneath itself.
From then on, every win had an afterimage.
The next good one came from dice.
A wide patch of blue dice connected through the middle.
They disappeared.
Fresh symbols fell.
A smaller group of card symbols connected after them.
More positions lit.
By the time the Super Cascades stopped, the centre of the pub floor looked as though somebody had outlined several spilled drinks in gold paint.
Rainbow.
The marks opened.
Bronze Coin.
Silver Coin.
Another Bronze.
Then a Four-Leaf Clover.
Then a Pot of Gold.
That was an aggressive amount of folklore to find underneath a dice game.
The Coin values appeared first.
The Clover activated.
x3.
The nearby values jumped.
Then the Pot took its turn.
Everything went into it.
Coins.
Boosted Coins.
The whole little pile.
The red Pot sat there stuffed with the treasure that had just been dug out of the old winning positions.
Then the rest of the Marked Squares opened again.
Fresh layer.
More Coins.
One Silver.
No second Pot.
The whole chain finished around €34.
One dice cluster had managed to become two rounds of buried treasure because a Rainbow had crossed the exact places where the dice used to sit.
The dragon beside the reels still looked completely comfortable with this.
Of course there was a Pot of Gold under the pub floor.
Where else would a dragon landlord put it?
The next stretch was quieter.
Sandwiches paid €4.80.
Mugs managed €6.
Purple chips formed one decent cluster.
Several wins left Marked Squares behind without a Rainbow arriving in time.
Those marks vanished when the round finished.
That quickly became more annoying than a normal losing spin.
The floor had been glowing.
There had clearly been something underneath it.
Then the pub just turned the lights off and pretended nothing had happened.
Three FS symbols eventually landed together.
Luck of the Dragon.
Eight Free Spins.
The first feature spin produced sandwiches.
Win.
Marked Squares.
No Rainbow.
The marks stayed.
Second spin.
Dice.
Another win.
More gold squares joined the first ones.
Still no Rainbow.
They stayed too.
That was different.
The dragon had stopped cleaning between rounds.
By the third Free Spin, several areas across the centre and lower part of the grid were glowing from old victories.
The original sandwiches were gone.
The dice were gone.
The marks remained like the pub had started remembering exactly where everybody had been sitting.
Then the Rainbow arrived.
All those stored positions opened together.
Coins appeared across several spins’ worth of old floor.
Bronze.
Silver.
More Silver.
A Clover.
Around €28 from the reveal.
No Pot this time.
Still useful.
More importantly, the floor had demonstrated that it could hoard history.
A tiny cluster now mattered even when it paid almost nothing.
Five card symbols could leave another patch.
A mug win added several more.
Blue dice lit another corner.
If no Rainbow came, fine.
The marks just waited.
The pub was becoming less about what was on the reels and more about the glowing archaeology underneath them.
Then four FS symbols appeared on the same spin.
The feature stopped.
Changed.
All That Glitters Is Gold.
Four more Free Spins.
And the existing marks stayed.
That was where the floor became properly unreasonable.
Before the upgrade, a Rainbow could activate the marks and clear the job.
Now the glowing squares remained highlighted even after they had paid.
The first Rainbow arrived quickly.
The centre opened.
Bronze Coins.
Silver.
Green Clover.
Values settled.
Payment.
And the squares were still glowing.
The exact same places.
Already emptied once.
Ready again.
The dragon had apparently upgraded the pub from buried treasure to renewable buried treasure.
Next spin added more marks.
A mug cluster on the right.
Cards lower down.
No Rainbow.
The glowing territory spread.
Another spin.
Rainbow.
The old centre opened again.
Bronze.
Silver.
Then one marked square produced Gold.
25x.
That square had already been used before.
Now it had found a Gold Coin.
I started remembering individual positions.
The middle-left square had produced Silver twice.
The lower-centre patch kept producing Bronze with astonishing commitment.
One square near the right had somehow survived multiple Rainbows without finding anything more glamorous than pocket change.
This was no longer a pub floor.
It was a treasure map drawn entirely in old sandwich locations.
The biggest sequence came late.
Top hats connected first.
Gone.
Fresh symbols dropped.
Mugs formed another cluster.
Gone.
More Marked Squares.
The Rainbow was already sitting in the grid.
When the last cascade finished, the whole central patch opened.
Gold Coin.
25x.
Silver Coin.
10x.
Several smaller Coins.
Four-Leaf Clover.
Pot of Gold.
The Clover went first.
x3.
It caught the Gold Coin.
It caught the Silver beside it.
The values jumped.
Then the Pot activated.
Everything poured in.
The 25x Gold.
The multiplied Silver.
The smaller Coins.
The Pot filled.
And because the Pot had fired, the remaining marked places opened again.
Second layer.
Silver.
Bronze.
More Silver.
Another Bronze.
No fresh Pot.
Enough.
The counter started climbing.
€30.
€60.
Past €90.
The x3 Clover had already made the first layer useful.
The Pot had swallowed it.
The second reveal kept adding treasure from exactly the same glowing floor.
Past €120.
The whole chain stopped around €145.
A top-hat cluster and some mugs had somehow ended with a Clover multiplying Gold beside a Pot of Gold under the floor of a dragon-owned pub.
That was sufficiently on-theme that asking for a normal slot win would have felt rude.
The bonus was comfortably profitable now.
The last spins became much easier to watch.
A small dice cluster.
More marks.
Mugs again.
More glowing squares.
The same centre remained lit from earlier Rainbow activations.
Final Free Spin.
Sandwiches.
Five connected.
They disappeared.
The squares underneath them joined the existing gold patch.
Rainbow.
One last reveal.
Bronze.
Bronze.
Silver.
A couple more low Coins.
No Gold.
No Pot.
No Clover.
A modest final payment.
The feature total stopped around €220.
The bonus began to close.
The dragon remained beside the reels in his top hat.
The purple street stayed bright behind him.
And the middle of the grid was still glowing.
The mugs were gone.
The sandwiches were gone.
The dice were gone.
Several Rainbows had already emptied those same places more than once.
The floor still looked valuable.
Dragon’s Pub had finally found the richest thing in the building.
Where somebody’s drink used to be.
Elixir of Wealth made me feel mathematically punished.