My Magical Card Tavern

The Tower of Babel, a place of sin; the bridgehead it guards.

Ginnell covered her face with her hands, feeling a sense of powerlessness as if she had discovered the truth.

So that's how it's explained.

However, for assassins and thieves, proficiency in stealth is indeed the core of the profession.

So no matter how cruel or bizarre the method may be, as long as it works, it's fine.

As for the fate of these mysterious people, Genele was quite curious, but unfortunately he didn't have a suitable place or method at hand.

Therefore, these bloody trial contents could only be handed over to the Church of Holy Light, which made the tavern owner, who wanted to recommend some methods of torture, feel a little regretful.

"It's a bit of a pity, but I'm not referring to the interrogation aspect."

As Ginell walked through the dark forest, he casually kicked away a skeleton monster that tried to pounce on him, his mind still preoccupied with chatting with the old man from Silver Star.

Genele raised his hand and said, "To be honest, I should have insisted on taking those people away."

"No matter how large the Fallen Star Cult is, their members are highly skilled professionals, so they shouldn't be so brain-dead as to launch a collective attack on the Holy Light Church."

"But if it were me, it might be different; they would probably have the guts to snatch people from me."

Silver Star's voice was somewhat helpless. He reminded Ginnell not to underestimate the enemy, to execute two decoy plans in a short period of time, and to ensure that all those people fell for the trap.

This really shows they don't take the Fallen Star Cult seriously.

It's clear that this tavern owner possesses a great deal of mystery, but in terms of actual strength, he's somewhat lacking.

Being able to easily defeat peers, and even some older professionals who would find it difficult to be a match for Ginell, should be a sign of exceptional talent.

"But the matches I got involved in weren't easy at all."

Genele returned to the tavern, poured himself a beer, and placed the morning acorn next to the little creature.

"Old man, the little thing has been rescued now, and the Holy Light Church will also take action against the dungeon and the Fallen Star Cult."

"Now you should tell me what the purpose of those people who wanted to kill you was."

Silver Star's tone was somewhat ambiguous: "By all the stars above, I don't understand what you're saying, little Ginnell."

Genele couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Don't tease me, old man. Didn't you used to keep a lot of intelligent beings as pets? Why are you pretending with me now?"

"Do you know what kind of feeling you give me right now? It's like an old man who's about to die but still has some family he hasn't settled down with, and he hasn't told anyone who should inherit his wealth."

"So, the filial sons and grandsons standing next to you are definitely not looking too good. Some of them are even secretly cursing the damned old man for not telling me his secrets yet."

"Oh no, in their minds it's not your old savings, it's more like an inheritance."

As for the difference between an old man's last savings and his inheritance, Ginnell felt that Silver Star could distinguish between them.

In Genelec's mind, Silver Star let out a long sigh, sounding just like an old man using a magic wand as a cane, bowing and shaking his head.

Silver Star said, "You're right, little Ginnell."

"To them, I am indeed a dead star that is profitable, and that is my last source of power and origin."

Genelec's expression shifted: "In other words, although that unknown force had invaded your core, it didn't completely devour you."

"So here's the problem: you were ambushed, and the core's fundamental power has been severely damaged."

"Who saved you?"

If Silver Star had the ability to unleash his full power and crush everything, things wouldn't be like this now.

Judging from the programmed actions of the skeletons and the swarm, given the greed and meticulousness of the mastermind behind the Fallen Star Cult, they certainly wouldn't have spared the old man's life.

The fact that the old man has been able to hold on until now must be due to the intervention of a powerful external factor.

Silver Star smiled. "That's right, little Ginnell."

"By the stars above, it is now time to tell you the truth."

"The person who saved me cannot be accurately called a human being, but a great being."

"It was magic that saved me. According to you humans, you should perhaps call him the god of magic, or the goddess of magic."

Genelec's lips twitched: "What the hell? You mean the god of magic saved you?"

"So Pangu really does have gods? Or more accurately, besides the God of Light, there are other gods?"

Silver Star explained, "The existence of magic may be difficult for you to understand, so I can only explain it in a way that you can understand."

"Magic itself is magic, possessing extraordinary power."

Ginnell rubbed his chin: "So here's the question, old man: is there any possibility that this Mr. Magik, or rather Ms. Magika, could be corrupted by the evil god?"

Yin Xing remained silent for a long time, and finally spoke with a tone that was both amused and exasperated.

"By the stars above, perhaps in my long life, you are the first person to utter this conjecture, little Ginnell."

"Impossible, at least in my opinion."

"I am a star, and I also impart knowledge and provide shelter to the creatures on earth, so they are willing to worship me and honor me as the god of the stars."

Silver Star's tone turned serious: "But only I know that I am not a god. I am just a star, only given the title of god by the beings who worship and believe in me."

"But magic is different; that being is itself a great and supreme god."

Ginnell gave an "oh," surprised that Silver Star held such reverence for that magician, almost like Graham's attitude towards Luke.

Ginnell asked, "Alright, so magic saved you back then, giving you a chance to survive, then why didn't it solve your problem in one go, or simply extend your life and keep you hanging high in the sky?"

Silver Star retorted, "Isn't that the obvious answer?"

"Because magic also has its own enemies, and holy light also has its own enemies."

"Little Ginnell, aren't you curious why the monsters in the dungeon are endless and the resources inside seem inexhaustible, with only a short-term shortage after a large-scale mining operation?"

Before Genelec could even voice his thoughts, Silver Star had already given the answer.

"Because the monsters you are facing are actually condensations of power, derivatives of evil things from the depths of the dungeon that are temporarily difficult to kill, so they can only be sealed away."

"Every time a monster is slain, every time resources are gathered, their strength is weakened. Whenever they have accumulated enough strength to start a war, that is what is known as monster agitation and rioting."

"And the existence of dungeons is also where evil things and magic clash."

"Not only the Dark Forest, but other dungeons are basically the same."

"This is the Tower of Evil, and also the Bridgehead of Protection."