My Magical Card Tavern

"Don't panic, Mentor Roman. If I can say this to you, I must be confident, and Graham will definitely acknowledge that confidence."

Ginnell made a firm promise.

"I'm not bragging, but I can pass a lie detector test."

Zhongdeng had told him about this part of the unofficial history back then.

It's not really anecdotal history; it's just that it's something people enjoy talking about, which is why Zhongdeng mentioned it to Ginell.

After the peace was restored, in order to recuperate and rebuild, everyone decided to eliminate the old ways of life.

After consultations among the high-ranking officials of various races, they directly adopted the approach of using harsh measures in times of chaos.

Not only were they convicted of crimes punishable by death, but even harsher punishments were yet to come.

Once everyone on that line is apprehended, they are all handed over to the victimized race, and the exact country and tribe of the victim must be pinpointed.

There won't be any situation where a dwarf in the east is captured and then sent to the dwarf kingdom in the west—something that could be manipulated multiple times in between.

If it's within a single race, this is tantamount to directly handing the prisoner over to the victim's family.

At most, the legal department would send two clerks to say a few polite words, or simply send the young people out to gain experience and accumulate diplomatic experience with other races.

This and that, key issues are usually very key, and the rules that should be followed should generally be followed, you know?

It's too gory, so remember to keep it away from children.

If the screams are loud, remember not to disturb the neighbors.

If it's better to make his death more agonizing, then don't let him die too easily. It's not necessarily a bad thing that civilized society can tolerate some barbarity.

If you're willing to spend a little more money, we'd be happy to send two mages along to provide some after-sales service, like cleaning and soundproofing spells at your execution site.

Apart from that, you can do whatever you want. In any case, when it comes to dealing with serious offenders, we respect all your local laws, regulations, and traditional culture.

Such as slow-cooked in dwarven furnaces, picnic-style volcano food, blood-dried by orcs, or even mushroom nourishment and spider feasts from goblins and gnomes.

It's up to you guys; we're not getting involved.

If anyone has contacted you about making a deal, please remember to give us their name.

You will receive a bonus, and we will receive an extra achievement; everyone will be happy.

Because of the diverse ways people die and the exciting stories, both the official accounts of this period of history and various fan fiction works about it are very popular in the Pangu Continent.

That's why Roman's reaction could be described as a kind of stress response when Ginnell revealed that Graham had been sold off by his ancestors.

Morin had already entered a deep meditative state, so Roman simply issued a pass, took out his personal seal from his pocket and stamped it, then casually took out the family seal from the table and stamped it as well.

"A personal seal guarantees you free access inside, and a family seal makes it even simpler."

Roman patted Genelec on the shoulder.

"If you plan to stay there for a while, I will cover all your expenses at the hotel, even the cost of ordering food from specialty restaurants in Silver Star City."

"In that case, you don't need to worry about having any connection with the Gran family. This is just a normal way for an uncle to entertain his nephew's friend. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Ginnell's lips twitched.

Is this the most normal hospitality?

The older generation of talented individuals, especially those with noble status, certainly speak with authority.

After Gianna found the place, she realized just how assertive Roman's mentor was.

A hotel that has a cooperative relationship with the Mage Guild is definitely not just any roadside inn.

"Could this have been converted from some castle?"

The waiter at the door rushed up to Gianna like the wind, and smiled.

"Sir, you have excellent taste. This is indeed the castle of an old nobleman from back then."

"After the Northern Alliance was established, the head of the family set aside a section of his own castle as a donation to the Mage Guild."

After a moment of silence, Gianna couldn't help but nod.

As expected of an old nobleman, he certainly has plenty of courage.

"I'm here to find someone, an orc named Graeme."

The waiter's expression turned strange in an instant.

"Sir, are you named Gene?"

"If it were you, and you were to meet Lord Graham later, please try to restrain yourselves and refrain from a fight in the hotel."

"Although there are some standard defensive magic arrays inside the hotel, it's still quite troublesome to clean."

Ginnell sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"Did he cause you any trouble?"

The waiter gave an awkward laugh.

"I was in charge of cleaning the room that day, and I was indeed busy for a while."

Ginnell nodded.

"Thanks for your hard work."

The waiter checked Gianna's pass as required, and his smile became even warmer after seeing the two stamps on it.

Graham's room was on the first floor, and it is said that it was changed later.

"Because of some, orcish customs."

The waiter said, "Or rather, it's a training habit of warrior-type professionals. If Lord Graham stays on a high floor, it will cause inconvenience to other guests."

After saying that, the waiter knocked on the door.

"Lord Graham, Mr. Gennell has arrived."

The door to the room was flung open with a bang, and Ginnell immediately felt a strong wave of heat rushing towards him. Then he saw Graham, covered in sweat, staring at him.

"You want to fight?"

Ginnell looked back defiantly, and the card case appeared in his hand.

Anyway, Luke said that if he could be ruthless, he should be ruthless.

Graham shrank back and mumbled.

"Grem won't fight you."

When will the clansmen sent by our ancestors arrive?

Ginnell shook his head and pointed directly at Graham's chest.

"I've spoken with your ancestors. Now you have to listen to me and work for me for a while."

Upon hearing this, the waiter immediately took a few steps back discreetly, making sure he couldn't hear their conversation and leaving the guests with privacy.

Ginnell said, "You teach me melee combat skills, and if you have time, you can work for me."

"I can guarantee that we'll have at least one sparring session every day, whether you choose to face the Holy Light or magic, it's up to you."

"Let's forget about melee combat. I trust you wouldn't ask such an outrageous question."

Graham nodded; he wasn't so stupid as to lack even that much intelligence.

"Gram is willing to work for you, but you have to make sure Graham has enough to eat!"

Genelec smiled.

"This mage guild guarantees you'll have plenty to eat."

How are you recovering now?

Gram patted his chest, indicating that he was already able to train and that the physique of a two-star orc warrior was trustworthy.

However, this is limited to regular training at the training ground.

If I want to do combat training or go on a monster-hunting mission to the Adventurers' Guild, that's definitely not an option; my body hasn't recovered to that point yet.