My Magical Card Tavern

Chapter 90 There's a solution

"You're something else, aren't you? You can't stand any other kind of money besides gold coins?"

The tavern has always judged value based on a full amount of gold coins.

In other words, these aren't the kind of gold coins that small countries cut corners on, requiring careful attention to their composition when trading them abroad; they are genuine, large gold coins.

For example, the gold coins issued by the Golden Empire are the real hard currency on the continent of Pangaea.

Giannah actually quite admires the card box's money-grubbing attitude.

Money is good, at least all the demand information is public, and Ginnell can know how to upgrade these things in the tavern.

Ginnell glanced at the special area he had specially planned out, feeling a little regretful that he hadn't learned the combat technique that could change his body shape.

If he learns it, he can try out the multi-purpose table and chair right now to see how effective it is.

When I have more money, I'll have to replace all the tables and chairs with the universal model.

It's just a special area that can be used to seat guests of a certain size, but there's always a feeling of being isolated.

If a few sensitive guests came, they might feel that they were being treated differently.

Even without considering these factors, just looking at the tavern's revenue and the increase in cards...

What if fairies, spirits, or giants come to the tavern for a team-building event? So, five sets of versatile tables and chairs definitely won't be enough.

1 copy.

The second half of the business was about to begin, and Gianna took a special look at her room.

He was already puzzled when the little thing mysteriously appeared at the bar last time, and he wondered if she would appear at the bar again this time, or if she would stay in his room.

This is a good opportunity to keep an eye out for it.

jingle.

The wooden door opened, and Silver Star strode in, staff in hand.

"Little Ginnell, how is the child?"

Ginnell looked up at Silver Star and began searching for the little thing's location.

found it.

This time, the little creature didn't land on the bar counter, but on the tabletop of one of the multi-purpose tables and chairs, its withered and thin face radiating a sense of calm.

After a moment's thought, Ginnell realized that this might be a problem with his identity.

Currently, he is the only owner of the tavern, and he also has the only private room for the owner.

The guest rooms haven't been unlocked yet, meaning that the little things left in the tavern are essentially unregistered.

That's why she suddenly appeared on the first floor during the second half of the business hours, and Gianna had to carry her back. Only after the business hours ended could she sleep peacefully in her room.

Judging from this, the card box should also contain job titles such as tavern waiter and tavern cashier.

And it will definitely cost money.

Ginnell picked up the little one and pushed Silver Star aside with his other hand in disgust.

"Get out of the way, what if the little thing opens its eyes now and gets scared by your old face?"

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, the damp, old-man smell on you is getting stronger and stronger, which is one of the effects of the shrinking safe zone on you."

Silver Star blew his beard and glared.

"How could that be? After entering the tavern, the dampness on my body would only be noticeable on my skin; that strange smell had already been dried out."

"Hmm? Wait, little Ginnell!"

"By the stars above, has the Church of Holy Light become this powerful?"

As if sensing something, Gianna looked down.

The little creature opened its eyes a crack, and a ray of light pierced through the crack, falling on Ginell's face.

The light was rather faint, and Gianna couldn't discern what the little creature's eyes meant.

So when Luke pushed the door open with a jingle, he saw Silver Star and Genelle, the old man and the young man, sitting around the table, their eyes intently watching the little thing.

Luke coughed and immediately pulled the two people aside.

"Aren't you afraid of scaring the children?"

"Even in my tribe, newborn orcs are terrified when they see me."

Through their shared bloodline, the young orcs knew that Luke was their guardian spirit and elder.

However, in their still immature perception, what stood before them was an undead exuding an extremely dangerous aura.

When children don't understand what to do, they often choose to cry.

Ginnell rested his chin on his hand, watching the little thing close its eyes again.

"But I think she was very calm. If she thought the old man and I looked scary, she wouldn't have forced herself to open her eyes a crack to look at me. She could have just closed them."

Luke glanced at Genelec, then at Silver Star.

Gianna's face is certainly not something that can be described as frightening; in normal circumstances, the old man is quite kind and gentle.

Fine.

Luke gently extended his thick finger and tapped the little thing on the head.

May courage and glory be with you, and may the light of victory illuminate your future.

After saying this blessing, Luke also bent down seriously and looked at the little thing's sleeping face with a solemn expression.

Genele clicked his tongue.

"Stop looking, I'm here to tell you two old folks something useful."

"It's hard to determine the little one's age; her current appearance is simply the result of long-term and severe persecution."

"Her current infant form is actually quite special. The nuns at the Healing Temple told me that this is a state."

"Because of the talent extraction, the little one's stats in all aspects have been reduced proportionally. Conversely, once she recovers..."

When that happens, the body will also enlarge again.

If the little thing keeps shrinking, it's about to die.

Luke reached out and touched his fangs, frowning.

"Do you want me to find you some recovery potions? But even those purchased from outside the tribe are all of the orcish type. They're not something she can handle."

Ginnell shook his head repeatedly.

"No, the Healing Temple has done everything it can. Now we can only wait for the little one to recover slowly. I've even brought back the potions from the Healing Temple."

"I need to figure out how to kill that idiot named Maloren."

Ginnell specially shielded the little thing with a soundproof barrier before revealing his judgment and guess.

"Maloren is definitely the problem, but it's uncertain whether he has any accomplices."

"The Church of Holy Light should take action soon, but I don't know if they'll be able to find out who Maloren is."

"If that doesn't work, I'll have to find a way to tell the Church of Holy Light that Maloren has a problem."

A five-star level mage is beyond Genelec's current strength, so he needs to rely on external forces.

Luke asked, "Didn't you already use the cards the old man gave you? Isn't that enough?"

"Someone of that caliber has a ton of people willing to do things for him. How could he possibly expose his identity so easily?" Ginell said.

"and..

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Ginnell suddenly glanced at the sleeping little thing, then at Silver Star.

Wait, it seems he has a solution.

He hasn't thrown away that tattered rag yet.