My Magical Card Tavern

"Little Ginnell, it seems you've run into some trouble."

The old man's voice appeared in Ginell's mind.

Compared to Maureen's bewilderment, Gianna was now utterly horrified.

"It's not opening time yet, old man, why are you...?"

Oh, wait, that's not right.

It seems there's no rule that says you can't communicate with someone like an old man outside of business hours.

It's just that no one has done this before, so it's become a matter of habit.

"Little Ginnell, actually, the question that the boy named Maureen raised is something I've always wanted to address."

"There aren't many people who want to play cards with me."

"If the timing doesn't go right, then there's really no fun at all."

"Of course, if you, little Ginnell, can progress rapidly in your magical training, then I will still enjoy teaching you."

Ginnell touched his forehead, then finally poured Maureen a glass of juice and went to a corner.

"Old man, what exactly do you want?"

Can we really expect him to learn magic at lightning speed?

Is it true that today it's two stars and tomorrow it will jump to twenty-two stars?

Silver Star's voice continued to ring out.

"I have an idea, though it's a rather unusual one, stemming from the magic of the tavern."

"You've tried many times, and I've seen it many times: some special ability inside the tavern can turn power into cards."

"So, is it possible for us to manipulate the guests inside the tavern to display a power that doesn't belong to them?"

Gianna's brain successfully processed what Silver Star had said, and she frowned.

"That doesn't make sense either; I tried it back then."

Just as Silver Star forbids Ginell from looking at him during meditation, cards also have their own unique set of rules in the tavern.

Apart from the tavern owner, Gianna, it's practically impossible for anyone else to reveal another person's cards.

For example, although Morin is a magician apprentice who has mastered several spells, and because of his family background, his level of knowledge is excellent among his peers.

However, he had not learned the Fireball spell, let alone the Great Fireball spell.

If it were just a one-star Fireball spell, then with the foundation of a mage apprentice, Morin could barely use it and treat the card like a pocketbook.

But that's already the limit; forget about even thinking about two-star magic.

Simply performing the action of flipping through the Great Fireball card is as difficult as an ordinary person arm wrestling with an adult dragon known for its physical strength.

It's lucky that Morin didn't kill himself.

However, Silver Star's answer was yes.

Is that even possible?

Ginnell quickly asked how exactly to do it.

Silver Star's reply, however, was quite abstract.

"I once adorned the sky of Pangu and witnessed countless changes."

"To put it in a way that you, Ginnell, can understand, it means that I can actually give him a portion of my power to use for a period of time."

"Just like the safe zone in the dungeon, little Ginnell, you should be able to guess from my right hand."

"The safe zone in the dark forest, that dry place, is essentially using my power; it's just in a different form now."

Ginnell gave an "oh" and glanced back at Morin, who was already observing the tavern and, using his status as a young master, was examining the renovations.

I think it's worth a try.

If that's the case, then if more people come to the pub in the future, there's no need to worry about weaker customers only being able to sip their beer.

Then I did nothing.

"Old man, the important thing now is what you can do."

Silver Star laughed.

"Little Ginnell, I know a lot more."

"Once you become powerful, if you wish to learn the Starfire of Falling Stars from the Sky, I can also teach you this magic."

Ginnell imagined the scene and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

A moonlight railgun? That's terrifying.

Silver Star said, "Little Ginnell, you actually have another set of cards, namely those of the guests who have visited the tavern before."

"Besides the Zhongdeng you mentioned that's a bit off, there are actually many other people or things that could be brought up."

"You don't need to worry about violating anyone's privacy. If your cards are a kind of magical power, then as the person who controls the power, you should be able to make certain changes to it."

Just like the Fireball spell, the core magical structure is actually fixed, but that doesn't mean it can't be changed elsewhere.

For example, at the cost of reducing damage, magic can be used to quickly outline the structure for casting spells, and so on.

Silver Star channeled some of its power into Ginnell, or more accurately, into his card box, causing the originally easy-to-handle card box to become considerably heavier.

The power of the cards provided by the old man, along with the cards created by past tavern guests and the environment.

Ginnell held a card in his hand, attempting to alter its appearance with magic.

Before long, Steel Brush, who had only recently appeared in the tavern, had transformed into a warrior whose face was mostly hidden behind a shield, with only one eye visible from the side, gleaming with alertness.

The soldier was covered in blood and mud; even Steelbrush himself would have a hard time recognizing himself, let alone anyone else.

A thunderbolt flashed through Ginell's mind, making his smile unfathomable.

"Morlin!"

Molin, who had been playing with beer foam, suddenly shuddered and almost fell off his chair.

"What are you trying to do now!"

"Ginnell said excitedly."

"I've found a way to let you play a game of cards with me!"

"The only downside is that you might have to spend some money during your visit, like renting it out."

Molin frowned, and his temper immediately flared up.

"Why do we have to rent? Can't we just buy it?"

"Don't worry, Ginnell. Although the Gran family isn't the most prestigious noble family in Silver Star City, they're not bad either."

Ginnell was too lazy to explain, so he laid out the cards and let Morin try them out himself.

After a period of heightened impression, Ginell revealed his true intentions.

"Now you have two choices."

"I have two decks here, one is a regular deck, and the other is a limited deck. The prices are different, so it depends on which one you want to play."

Morin said, "Limited editions are more expensive, right? It's the same old business logic. Can we inspect the goods first?"

There were no problems with inspecting the goods. Ginell took out one card and placed it on the table.

To Morin's left is an ordinary card, neatly designed with edges emitting a warm white light.

But when Maureen saw the card on the right, her expression changed.

The edges of the card have exquisite patterns that, upon closer inspection, resemble the movement of stars and the twinkling of starlight. The overall material also looks more high-end, making it feel like looking directly at the starry sky.

Although the edges of this card also emit the same white light, you will subconsciously feel that the white light on the right is more sophisticated than that on the left, with the texture of a gemstone.

Morin suddenly looked up at Ginell.

"The difference in your comparison is too obvious! Aren't you just blatantly trying to force me to spend more money?!"

"You swindler!"