My Magical Card Tavern

"Normally, I don't interfere with Graham's choices and decisions in his daily life; he's free to do whatever he wants," Ginell said.

"But in the meantime, I need him to help me hone my close-combat skills. I'll let him go back when it's almost time."

Luke pondered for a moment and nodded.

"Yes, but on one condition."

"Ginnell, you have to bombard him with magic, make him feel the threat of death as much as possible."

Genele nodded helplessly.

"Okay, okay, we'll practice together and improve together, right? I get it, I get it now."

Luke still maintained his extremely powerful language system. If Ginnell didn't mentally translate it a little, he would have suspected that Luke wanted Graeme to die out there.

Silver Star watched Genelec and Luke discuss the details thoughtfully, nodding slightly without saying a word.

The second half of the event was very quiet, or rather, it was basically Gianna's teaching time all along.

I have no idea what these guests, whose fates are unknown, are busy with. They won't tell me when I ask.

Silver Star teaches magic and meditation, while Luke corrects Genelle's mistakes in movement and breathing during physical enhancement.

I can only say that life is indeed very fulfilling, but it also feels very torturous.

Leaving aside Silver Star for the moment, Luke's achievements are renowned throughout the entire Pangu Continent, to the point that these two mentors are extremely strict with Ginell.

Even if Ginnell's talent was exceptional enough, he now understood why Graeme had chosen to run away in the first place.

Having become accustomed to geniuses, or rather, to those who are geniuses themselves, it's easy for a very smooth logic to emerge.

Are you even human? How come you can't even do something this simple?

Little did they know, they were the ones who were to be categorized as not human.

Are you even human? How can you master something so difficult in such a short time?

When the second half of the business hours ended, Gianna got up from the mattress with a blank look on her face.

I'm a little tired, but I don't know where I'm tired.

Although the second half of the business is theoretically a mental activity, Giannai can now feel both mental and physical fatigue, not just the feeling of being drowsy.

After casually casting a Holy Light Blessing on himself to restore his status, Genele immediately remembered something happy.

From a purely entertaining perspective, today I'm going to torment my friends.

From the tavern's business perspective, today will definitely bring in a large sum of money!

In the dark, dense forest, the mysterious wooden door opened again, and a spirited Gennell strode out, casually drawing a small hammer from his waist to shoo away the little skeletons that had surrounded him.

In an unknown place, Silver Star silently watched Ginnell until he walked out of the Dark Forest and headed towards Silver Star City.

Ginnell Jr.

Although I don't know what you saw in your destiny, it seems you've made up your mind to get involved in this mess.

The tavern, though I had never seen this magical building when I was high in the sky.

However, theoretically, and even from the perspective of the function of a tavern.

The tavern and the person who controls it should only be a passerby.

The tavern exists on the continent of Pangaea, witnessing countless rises and falls, and welcoming and seeing off countless passersby, just like the most ordinary tavern and inn.

Perhaps one day, when a new batch of guests arrives at the tavern, they will be surprised to find that the tavern owner's face, as recorded in legends, has been replaced by a younger, unknown figure.

He is already a dead star, no longer worthy to discuss fate.

He just hoped that this neurotic little boy could have a good ending, or at least achieve the change he wanted.

Silver Star fell silent, and a gentle silver ripple spread across the entire Dark Forest, starting from the safe zone.

Inside Silver Star City, Ginnell seemed to sense something and couldn't help but look back towards the direction of the Dark Forest.

Just now, his card box moved slightly, and the Silver Star series cards inside suddenly became a little brighter, as if they had been upgraded.

What is the old man doing?

Trusting the old man, Ginnell didn't think it was a distress signal; otherwise, the change in the card's light wouldn't have been so peaceful.

During this trip to the city, Gianna ran into a few acquaintances.

To be precise, they were familiar faces, those children who came to the city with their parents.

They cheered twice when they saw Gianna, but hesitated when they got closer.

Ginnell walked over and patted their heads, then smiled at their parents who were standing not far away.

May the Holy Light protect you.

The familiar speech and the familiar blessing of holy light, the runaway before the light faded, made Genele feel like he was about to become one of those special NPCs that only spawn randomly.

The effect is that when encountered in the main city, all living beings in the vicinity will receive a layer of Holy Light blessing without discrimination.

When they arrived at the Mage's Guild, Ginnell was somewhat surprised.

Besides Morin, Mentor Roman was also waiting outside the guild gate.

Maureen was right; it was probably this uncle who gave him the fatherly love he lacked when he was a child.

The fact that he was willing to wait outside with his nephew shows that he has enough respect for Gianna.

Ginnell and Roman shook hands.

"Professor Roman, I didn't expect you to wait for me in person."

Roman said gently.

"This concerns Morin's future, as well as the future of many mages in our Mage Guild, so of course I need to take it seriously."

"As a guild mentor, I also hope that those eager learners can acquire the knowledge and status they desire."

As for those who are not studious, or those who come in just to paint a facade so they can leave by saying they are working hard to become a magician, using this as an excuse and a status symbol.

Go wherever you want, anyway, Roman isn't interested in that kind of person.

Roman said, "Let's go to my meditation room. No one will disturb us there, and there are corresponding identification spells and protective magic circles."

Ginnell peered behind the Mage Guild.

It was an area nestled amidst natural mountains and rivers, where you could see mage towers that rivaled the height of giant trees, as well as some exotic beasts rarely seen in the city.

"Ginnell asked."

"Mentor Roman, are you not ready to build your own mage tower yet?"

The mage tower, in theory, is a symbol of status, and could even be considered a big business.

The materials must be of the highest quality, the craftsmen must be of the best quality, and the mages who possess a wealth of knowledge are themselves meticulous and strive for perfection.

As long as your team is capable of satisfying the mage, making money hand over fist will definitely not be a problem.

As for withholding wages or even resorting to underhanded tactics, mages qualified to build mage towers generally wouldn't stoop to that level of shame, nor would they care about paying the craftsmen such a small amount.

If a team encounters a magician with such intentions, they should be careful.

Because the other party is likely not entirely clean, whether in terms of the knowledge they possess or their status.