My Magical Card Tavern

Genele readily admitted that he was indeed eyeing the money in Silver Star's possession.

Yin Xing was both amused and exasperated, and said...

"Little Ginnell, I really have no money, or rather, the best way I could possibly make money is by telling you about the dungeon's specialties."

Ginnell couldn't help but sigh.

"I know, old man. After all, I can roughly guess how a tavern operates, with its first half and second half of business."

The dead star, Silver Star, most likely has no physical form.

It's unclear whether it burned completely during the fall or due to some other unforeseen event.

Since the physical entity is unlikely to exist, there's no point in talking about money.

Unless Silver Star is so abstract as to think that, in a life-or-death situation, he would still want to create a void space to hide his valuables.

They would rather the space shatter and their possessions be forever banished than leave behind everything they face.

However, apart from dragons and a very few money-grubbers, there aren't really any individuals in Ginell's stereotypes that fit the description.

"It seems the only option is to start with the Mage's Guild."

Ginnell was somewhat helpless, because although his place was a tavern, it didn't offer the kind of games where winning or losing was directly related to one's own balance.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, the card games in the tavern would hardly attract most of the adventurers in the Adventurers' Guild.

Even if some adventurers, and high-level adventurers, are interested in the cards in the tavern, it's not a channel relationship that Ginnell can establish in a short period of time.

Compared to the others, the Mage Guild is easier to deal with.

By renting cards, you can see different spells, and if you're lucky, it might even stimulate your inspiration, which can help with meditation and learning the structure of magic.

With this hidden effect, even if the mages in the guild have absolutely no interest in card games, they will definitely hold their noses and give it a try first.

"Old man, I have a question."

"If I were to rent out cards," Gianna said, "what would be a reasonable price?"

"Although Morin gave me a gold coin, the actual value can't be calculated like that; it has to be more appropriate."

Purchasing power is hard to define. Although the currency exchange rate on the Pangu Continent is the standard one to one hundred, the exchange rate can vary depending on the quality of the currency in different countries.

If Giannah were to set the card rental price at one gold coin per transaction based on basic living needs, she would be completely out of touch with reality.

Or to put it more harshly, he's a complete idiot who doesn't even have a basic understanding of common sense.

Silver Star touched his staff and said casually.

"Of course, you can't price it too low, little Gianna."

"It's not because I feel I can't sell my skills too cheaply, but because pricing too low is not good for the tavern's development."

Genelec nodded; he did know something about that.

"Let's set the rental price at one silver coin per game for now. We'll talk about the card pack price later."

Currently, there are only two types of card packs: the regular type and the Silver Star type.

The former lacks both depth and breadth, while the latter has both, but if they are put together, they will create an overwhelming imbalance, leading to an imbalance in the card pool itself.

As the old man and the young man chatted, the tavern doorbell rang again. A beastman entered, wearing animal skin shorts on his lower body and half of his upper body armor, revealing half of his muscular chest.

Yin Xing turned her head and immediately burst out laughing.

"By the stars above, what holiday is it today that even a war maniac like you would come to the tavern?"

"How about we play a game?"

The orc placed his heavy greatsword on the table and looked at Silver Star with a stern face.

"You still talk too much, you foolish old man."

Silver Star sat down opposite the orc with a cheerful smile and said.

"Don't say that. I just enjoy interacting with people, so it's understandable that I talk a lot."

"Perfect timing! Little Ginnell has come up with a brand new card game mode. Would you like to give it a try?"

Just as the orc was about to look up, he found a large glass of beer already placed in front of him.

"Luke," Ginell said, "the old man is right. Compared to the other regulars, you don't come to the tavern that often."

"What, not busy today?"

Compared to the mysterious Zhongdeng and Yinxing, this orc named Luke, or more accurately, a shortened version of his name, has a completely innocent background.

He came from a vast grassland in the midwestern region of the Panga continent, where he was a spiritual leader.

Legend has it that Luke led his people and kin through hardships and tribulations, defeating monsters and other evil beings, allowing his people to take root and multiply in fertile lands.

The sword in Luke's hand and the armor on his body have been tempered by countless battles and fires, incorporating the remains of the weapons of his comrades who charged into battle with him. The patterns and totems on his body are the final blessings given by his companions with their own blood.

Whether it's a towering fel giant or an impenetrable Vajra golem, Luke always manages to wield his sword and slay his enemies, bringing victory and peace to his people.

In short, because there was no significant break in cultural exchange between the various races on the continent of Pangaea, Luke's reputation was quite renowned among other races as well.

In their respective professions, they have even become role models for some professionals.

Genele had read some of the geography and customs of the Pangaea continent, and there was indeed a very powerful orc kingdom in the central and western regions.

That orc kingdom loved peace but also had a strong martial spirit. The most common game among young orc children was to fight each other with toy weapons that wouldn't endanger their lives.

The legendary Luke is long dead. What appears before Ginnar now is a heroic spirit condensed by the orcs through ancient rituals and dances, combined with the orc shamans' communication and prayers with the natural elements.

A true and genuine ancestor.

According to Luke himself, when he opened his eyes, he saw his junior singing to him and dancing some dances that he couldn't understand. The first thing he did upon waking up was to punch one of his juniors.

He lived on a circular stone platform, and when he had nothing to do, he would catch his juniors and beat them to death, quietly watching over the kingdom he and his companions had built with his eyes.

Although the causes are different, they all have one thing in common: death.

Ginnell automatically translated Luke's daily life into testing the combat abilities of his juniors on the altar, since this was indeed an extremely important part for most orcs.

Luke glanced at the cards that Silver Star had conjured, a simple-minded look of confusion appearing on his usually imposing and serious face.

"Old man, you're so weak."

Silver Star's eyes widened as she gripped her staff tightly.

"You brat, are you planning to fight me?!"

"By all the stars above, even if you have countless victories on the Pangu Continent, it's nothing but a minor skirmish compared to a single star!"

"If the tavern didn't offer a real-time PvP option, I would definitely fight you!"