My Magical Card Tavern

Chapter 84 The Hunter's Treasure Bag

Logically speaking, if it were a valuable person or tool, then let alone a bump or scratch, even if someone touched it with a little too much force, they would be scolded and berated.

But there is another unorthodox method.

A master-slave relationship is established through violence and psychological oppression.

Whether it's the filthy rag clothes or the messy wounds on her body, they are all evidence of this method of manipulation.

Furthermore, Ginell was certain of one thing: where the little thing had originally been, there were definitely enough torture instruments to fill a room, as well as some kind of deliberately created dark environment.

Acting simultaneously through the body and mind, the environment and the attitudes of others constitutes an extremely sinister form of control.

In this situation, even a boss who pressures employees while making empty promises has to be respected as a senior employee.

Ginnell closed his eyes and thought for a moment before speaking.

"Leaving it in the tavern isn't a solution. I plan to take the little thing to the Church of Holy Light when I have the chance."

If there's any force in Silver Star City that Ginnell can completely trust right now, it's the Church of Holy Light.

He lacks the corresponding medical equipment and resources, and even more so, he lacks the means to fight the enemy.

For example, that Maloren, at least for now, Ginnell can't kill him head-on, unless Luke really carries the Heroic Spirit Altar north from the center of Pangu.

The things Ginell rummaged through the pockets of those mysterious people on the periphery weren't exactly benevolent; who knows if the little thing has some unknown substance inside it?

The Hearthstone's conceptual mechanics can resolve all external factors, but if a small thing has been corrupted by some power, or even a malevolent curse, it is not considered an external factor.

This is very difficult to solve.

"Um..

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"Little Ginnell, you're right, but we need to think of a way."

"Let's wait until the second half of the opening hours. I'll discuss it with Luke then. This way of communicating is still a bit stressful for me."

Genele raised an eyebrow.

When the second half of the event started, Gianna immediately grabbed the old man's wrist to check it.

"Yeah, the dampness has definitely returned. You're really not in good shape."

He casually ushered Lukra, who was blocking the doorway, inside. Ginell rested his chin on his hands, preparing to discuss the details with the two.

Festival.

Luke's tall frame hadn't even settled down when his expression suddenly froze.

"Ginnell".

"We have guests."

Ginnell followed Luke's gaze and froze.

Something had appeared on the bar at some point.

There were extra clothes on his clothes, and it seemed like there was an unidentified object wrapped inside.

"How could he get in here!"

Ginnell was stunned.

Isn't this the little thing that was resting in his room? Why is it appearing during the second half of the business hours?

What, are you going to say now that you have the makings of a tavern owner, little thing?

Luke looked at Silver Star.

"Old man, this treasure you mentioned..."

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"Is he human?"

Silver Star didn't understand either.

"That...that child is definitely human, without a doubt."

"The other party possesses the talent of a Star Speaker, and their ability to enter this place must be related to me in some way."

"Of course, there is another possibility, which is that this child is quite talented, so talented that he can do some of the things that only little Ginnell can do."

When Genelec went over to take a look, the gaunt, withered face was indistinguishable between a man and a woman. The small thing was wrapped in clean clothes, which looked like a piece of rotten wood being held in silk, which was a great waste.

If no one tells anyone, who would know that this piece of rotten wood actually possesses an innate talent for being a Star Speaker, and that even a star would consider it a treasure?

"He won't wake up for the time being."

Luke said.

"It's clear he's been abused, and it was extraordinary abuse. His body and mind have been fundamentally damaged, and normal treatment methods can't heal him."

"According to the two of you, sending them to the Church of Holy Light is indeed the best option at present."

"As for your concerns about the enemy and safety on the road, I'll figure that out."

Ginnell and Silver Star looked up in surprise.

"Do you have a solution?"

Does the legendary orc have a brilliant plan?

Does this fit your public image?

After Luke finished speaking, he simply left the tavern.

Not long after, Gianna noticed that the treasure chest cash register she had placed on the bar counter lit up.

New tradable items detected

[Mid-Rank - Hunter's Treasure Bag]

[Can accommodate and store special resources and living creatures below the six-star level, with a maximum storage time of three days.]

[With additional research and antique value, priced at 100,000 full-value gold coins]

Yin Xing leaned closer to take a look and burst out laughing.

"Little Luke really knows how to handle things; the status of a hero from an orc tribe is indeed high."

"But what exactly is a hunter's treasure pouch?"

With a ringing sound, Luke, who had just returned to the tavern, heard the words and explained.

"It's nothing particularly valuable."

"According to the tribe's records, the prototype of this treasure bag was a slave trade item between various intelligent races in the past, and it belongs to the category of equipment with spatial attributes."

"Whether they are goblins, gnomes, or human elves, they will all be put into similar boxes and bags."

"A young priest in the tribe told me that spells like Griffin Summoning and Wyvern Summoning are essentially similar to the magical techniques used in the Treasure Bag."

Ginnell couldn't help but raise an eyebrow upon hearing this.

"Wait, so you mean that after those captured lives are put into bags and boxes, accomplices with similar tools can remotely summon those slaves and complete the transaction directly?"

This is too intelligent! Who could possibly catch someone using this kind of slave trade?

To be precise, the question should be: if we already have the technology, why are we still so fixated on the slave trade?

Unless your trade is large enough to cover all of Pangu, there's nothing that's more profitable than the slave trade.

Luke shook his head, indicating that this technology was not some ordinary product that could be mass-produced; it was usually used to capture rare individuals.

Luke said, "Those are things from the Dark Ages. Now they've become spatial devices that can store living beings for a short period of time."

"Whether they are hunters, herbalists, or farmers, they all have a need for treasure bags."

"Ginnell, I've left a cash register spell on the treasure bag. Please confirm."

On the surface, it's a cashier item, but this treasure bag is definitely meant to be left in the tavern for Ginnell to use.

According to normal business procedures, Luke's spending at the tavern was secondary; what Ginnell was really enjoying was having a local tyrant among his familiar patrons.

At least it can handle some problems that Ginnell and Silver Star cannot deal with in a short period of time.

Ginnell relaxed and looked up at Luke.

"What would it feel like to fight someone with the same strength that you had when you took down that old man?"

"If it's the source of power that appears, can we kill it?"

Luke frowned and shook his head, his tone hesitant.

"It's not what you think. There was a strange feeling when that force tried to invade the altar. It felt like I was talking to the old man..."

"Children fight."

"Mad and obsessed believers, altars burning with evil flames, and priests drawing pictures by drawing blood and carving bones."

"Old man, your things have been plundered and altered."

"Too many."