My Magical Card Tavern

"You're not good at actual combat, are you?"

Ginnell rested his chin on his hand and looked at Graham.

"But then again, considering how badly you were blasted by my magic, the fact that you can still train in your room with so much energy is quite impressive."

Graham's face darkened, and his sharp teeth were exposed.

Genelec laughed heartily.

"Alright, I was just kidding. After all, there are some things that you really need to take care of while you're living here."

Graham shook his head in confusion, indicating that he didn't understand what Ginnell was talking about at all.

Ginnell patted Graham on the shoulder and said.

"It's okay if you don't understand. As time goes on, you'll find out what you can do."

As for the Mage's Guild, Ginnell already has Morin, and it seems that Mentor Roman will also stand behind her without hesitation.

As for melee fighters, Ginnell also has targets in the Adventurers' Guild.

It's Grame.

A skilled and clearly educated orc warrior is highly sought after in any adventurer's guild.

Moreover, from a practical standpoint, if we compare the amount of money at hand, Graham might have more than Ginnell.

So here's the question.

Graham had come from his hometown, and his money was dwindling with every expense.

Ginnell's money dwindles with every expenditure, and he also has to separate the income from card rentals to use for upgrading the tavern.

By unlocking the Nuts Technique, Ginnell can glimpse part of the logic behind subsequent tavern upgrades and advancements.

Upgrading and unlocking skill trees all require spending the revenue from card rentals.

Graham needs money, and so does Ginell.

As is widely known, being a tout is actually a profession.

The people queuing up to buy houses can be shills, and the handsome men and beautiful women who approach you in bars can also be bar shills.

So Gianna's goal is clear: to find a shill.

He now has two big-name sycophants under his command, one of whom is Morin, who has already experienced the benefits of cards.

The other one was Graeme, the orc warrior standing in front of Ginnar, with clear eyes and covered in sweat.

Although the beer in the tavern might be a bit pricey, the other offerings are enough to attract adventurers.

Even just being able to glimpse some of the advanced skills' knowledge, shrewd adventurers will go back and do the math, realizing that coming to the tavern is actually much cheaper.

For Gianna, these are all acceptable costs.

Even if we include the advanced skills they want to see, the vast majority of these adventurers are still at the level of three stars or below.

These combat skills might not be as important to Gianna as the income from card rentals.

More importantly.

The heart of the furnace.

As long as the tavern exists and the Hearthfire exists, more and more people will come to the tavern hoping to peek at their advanced combat skills through cards, and Ginnar will acquire more and more cards.

The tavern's card reserves will only increase, and Ginnell's card box will become increasingly heavy, so there is no such thing as a loss.

As the saying goes, there must be chives in a chive patch, otherwise what will the owner of the chive patch eat?

Only by incurring appropriate costs can we reap greater rewards.

Graham glanced at Ginnell, who was deep in thought, and then beckoned to the waiter beside him.

"Grem is hungry. Go and prepare food and wine."

The waiter nodded and asked.

"Mr. Genelec, would you like one prepared for you?"

Ginnell snapped out of her daze.

"Okay, a simple one will suffice."

"Now, Graham, let me explain what you need to do for the next period of time."

Graham grunted in a muffled "hmm," then simply sat down on the floor of the room, staring at Ginell as he prepared to listen to the lecture.

But after hearing this, Graham was stunned.

"You want me to go to the Adventurers' Guild to accept a quest, and then, when the conditions are right, invite my party members to the tavern for drinks and cards?"

"Grem doesn't understand why you're doing this, nor does he understand how to do it, or when the conditions you're talking about are appropriate."

"Ginnell said."

"It's simple. For example, if you successfully complete your mission today, or if you make an outstanding contribution during a hunting mission, or even turn the tide, then you can do it."

"Trust me, Graham."

"Sometimes you don't even need to mention the group of adventurers. Sometimes the reasons they come up with for gatherings and fun are much richer than you can imagine."

Whether they are doing daily tasks in the city or frequently venturing into the wild to hunt and gather, these adventurers will experience considerable pressure.

Besides upgrading equipment and learning skills, the only way for them to feel a great sense of accomplishment and relaxation is through entertainment, and these are mostly simple forms of entertainment.

Graham scratched his head and nodded reluctantly.

He probably knew what to do.

Just like when he was in the tribe, whenever he won a victory, the food at home would become more plentiful, and the tribe's shaman would give him better wine and meat as a reward.

It's the same principle: after a victory, one should enjoy the rewards and glory!

"Grem understands!"

Ginnell nodded slowly. Although he didn't know how much the orc warrior in front of him understood, he only needed to understand the general idea.

Even if there are any mistakes in the remaining details, they can be made up for. After a few more visits, you might not even need Gram anymore, and some adventurers will get into the habit of coming to the tavern to spend money.

At that time, there will be more living people in the tavern during the first half of the day.

Genele breathed a sigh of relief and said.

"Grem, how did you come from the grasslands to the Northern Union?"

Graham shook his head and told Genele his specific movements.

Following the main thoroughfares, Gram completed several adventurer guild quests and caravan escort missions before arriving at Silver Star City.

Aside from the occasional lack of food or proper sustenance in the wild, Graham didn't encounter any major setbacks along the way.

Genele couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

That's very lucky.

Graham said.

"But on the way, Graeme encountered a powerful paladin who was leading his party back to the Northern Union."

"Greem met him, and he kindly invited Greem to join his group. Before leaving, he left me plenty of food and water."

Genele's expression shifted.

Paladin?

"How powerful is this paladin? Have you ever fought him?"

Graham rested his chin on his hand, his honest face showing a serious expression of thought.

"Grem has fought him, and even challenged him in the name of orcish honor."

"He did not pick up the two-handed sword, nor the hammer or the axe."

"That paladin simply picked up his shield with one hand and smashed Graves to the ground, without ever managing to launch a single proper attack."

Genele raised an eyebrow.

Two-handed swordsman, or a berserker paladin?

Judging from these words, Graeme is no match for him at all.