My Magical Card Tavern

Graham passed away peacefully.

To be precise, when the orc who had run away from home was blasted black by magic and was carried away for emergency treatment by the medical team arranged by the Mage Guild, he still had a faint smile on his face.

It looks like they've been gone for quite some time.

Ginnell had not learned any magic such as the ability to record images, and it was not appropriate for her to record evidence of her work.

However, since Luke was able to sense the situation around him through Gram's aura, it should be quite easy for him to realize that Gram's current condition was definitely not good.

Morin, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but come over and marvel at it.

"You went way too far. What grudge do you hold against me?"

Ginnell shook his head, simply giving a perfunctory response to the request.

If he were to tell Morin that this was a mission from the other's ancestor, Morin would definitely think that something serious had gone wrong during his meditation, and that he wasn't joking.

"You're Ginell?"

A gentle voice drowned out all the chatter in the room, and a middle-aged man holding a wooden staff and wearing a monocle walked over slowly.

The patterns on the other mage's robes were exquisite and elegant, his hair was meticulously styled, and when he walked, it even felt as if magic was driving him.

He is a harmonious yet outstanding middle-aged man.

Morin quickly whispered.

"His name is Roman. He is a senior instructor in our guild and his professional level is four-star mage."

Ginnell extended his hand and shook hands with Roman.

"Hello, Professor Roman, I am Ginell."

Roman smiled gently and spoke softly, treating Genele not as a mysterious tavern owner, but as a normal magic student.

"Hello, Genelec, thank you very much for taking their advice and setting the location for this battle in our guild's training ground."

Genele couldn't help but look back.

Aside from the initial melee combat not causing much environmental damage, the environment inside the arena became a complete mess when Ginnar unleashed his magical bombardment.

"Teacher Roman," Gianna asked. "What part are you thanking?"

It's impossible that the Mage Guild has so much money they don't know what to do with it.

Roman smiled.

"You know, but they don't."

"You've already been through it, I can see that, and they haven't even gone through the preliminary stages of what you've been through."

"They need to face real battles, real enemies who want to kill them, and that orc kid just now did that."

Morin raised his hand to ask a question.

"Teacher, why do you say that Gianna has already gone through it all? Is the gap between us and him really that big?"

Roman's smile vanished instantly, his eyes filled with disappointment and frustration.

"Of course that's true."

"You're still imagining what a real enemy would look like, but Ginell has already taken action; in layman's terms, he's seen blood."

"Especially you, Roland, the mid-year assessment is approaching. I hope you can pass the formal magician assessment during the mid-year assessment and obtain your own one-star professional certification."

Ginnell blinked.

Are these two close?

"I can't help it," Morin said helplessly.

"Let me introduce myself, friend."

"This is my uncle, Roman Grant, the most promising magician of his generation in the family."

Ginnell said "Oh," and then understood.

No wonder that teacher spoke in that tone.

"Professor Roman, I happen to have a question I'd like to ask you."

Ginnell said, "If I want to bring people from the Mage's Guild to my tavern, I wonder what the guild thinks about that."

Roman looked at Genele with increasing satisfaction, but at his nephew with increasing disdain.

"It's good that you thought of that."

"Don't worry, we received the information immediately after you had your nephew announce that you were the owner of the tavern."

"Go ahead, and if you can show the young people the same scene in your tavern, that would be even better."

Genele's mood suddenly became somewhat strange.

Luke ordered Ginnar to beat Graeme to death, while the Roman mentor was particularly eager to perform some tricks to scare the mage and his apprentice.

Ultimately, it's about helping younger generations improve themselves, which is a common habit among elders.

After Roman left, Maureen couldn't hold back any longer.

"I never expected it to be him. I should have stayed away."

Ginnell asked doubtfully, "From your conversation, I feel that your relationship with your uncle is not bad, not the cold and calculating aristocratic relationship that I have in my stereotypes."

Morin sighed and nodded.

"Yes, he and my father are brothers. You could say that while my father was busy with the family business, it was my uncle who gave me a lot of fatherly love."

"Rather than my family noticing my magical talent, it was when I was a child that I curiously looked through my uncle's notes and the books he borrowed from the guild. My uncle discovered that I had a particularly outstanding talent for meditation."

"But as you've seen, I'm still just a magician's apprentice."

Ginnell opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Maureen is very clever, or perhaps he himself has realized something.

His talent in all aspects is quite average.

If his uncle hadn't discovered his talent in magic, Morin's position in the Gran family would probably have been that of an ordinary member who was carefully nurtured and then pushed out for a marriage alliance when the time was right.

Don't overthink it.

Ginnell patted Maureen on the shoulder.

"Now everyone's planning to go to my tavern, so you'll have to figure out a way to get some of the more famous teas and drinks in Silver Star City."

"Don't bother with the beer, I have plenty."

Morin regained his composure; after all, the mage gathering was an important social event for him, the beginning of building his network.

If you remain fixated on your perceived lack of talent, you might lose even what you have right now.

When Genele saw the number of people who wanted to go back to the tavern with him, he was almost moved to tears.

So many living people!

To outsiders, this might seem impolite, but for Ginell himself, it was truly the episode with the most living people in the tavern.

Besides those who weren't in the guild that day, there were also those who were studying behind closed doors; all the low-level mages and mage apprentices in Silver Star City were here.

Ginnell couldn't help but take out his card case and shake it slowly, feeling the increasing weight inside, and his smile grew brighter and brighter.

After their curiosity about the tavern and their leisurely stroll, everyone sat down and began to chat. Of course, the topic that resonated most with them was when Graves was enraged.

very scary.

But looking back now, the trembling sensation felt more like a stimulus than fear.

In short, they were discussing and joking with each other to see who was so scared that they leaked two drops of urine.

As the atmosphere grew increasingly heated, Gianna noticed an unexpectedly large card on the bar.