My Magical Card Tavern

Ginnell entered a meditative state, and at first he could feel his magic power steadily increasing.

But once he skillfully entered a state of heightened meditation, a magical spell took over most of his attention, and even the rise of magical power became blurred.

Nut Magic, something that might not sound like magic at all, but rather like a trick, presented to Genele with a magical structure that was exaggeratedly complex.

It's a bit like a clerk who's terrible at math and accounting, having to deal alone with all sorts of fake deficits and massive bad debts accumulated by a vast empire over the past century.

Theoretically speaking, there is a possibility that this massive debt could be resolved.

Judging from reality, it's almost impossible for that clerk to resolve the bad debts.

Now Gianna knew why she was able to enter a state of super-effective meditation, and why magic had become the vanguard, while holy light and battle aura were cheering her on from the sidelines.

Simply put, the tavern's operating mechanism is telling Genele in the most direct way that without external assistance, it would be difficult for him to master this magic on his own.

If there is such a thing as a mechanism in this world, it is a room from which you cannot get out without doing this or that.

So now, Gianna's dilemma is that she can't wake up without learning the Nut Technique.

As for how long this state of super-effective meditation can be maintained, and what problems will arise for Ginell if it exceeds the theoretical time limit.

That's the unknown, and most likely an unknown abyss, with huge problems.

Then learn it!

Ginnell immersed herself wholeheartedly in learning magic, and was also glad that she had prepared enough beer for Graeme before starting all of this.

If he didn't have something to do, Ginnell seriously doubted whether Graeme could stay quietly in the tavern.

Learning is a boundless sea, and diligence is the only boat to cross it; when you reach the deepest point, you become a spinning top.

The magical structure of the Nuts spell became a whip, and Ginnell became a spinning top, continuously rotating along the path prescribed by the whip as it was lashed.

As it rotates, the magical structure is continuously illuminated, like clouds dispersing and mist clearing, revealing a gradually brightening star map.

Ginnell didn't know how much time had passed, but Graham, who was still in the tavern, did.

After he finished his sixth beer, he noticed that Ginell's eyes had shifted from an inhuman calm and blankness back to the appearance of an intelligent being.

"You're awake."

"What were you doing just now? Graham was afraid of bothering you, so he didn't dare to speak."

As an educated orc, Gram didn't even make a sound while drinking.

Ginnell nodded.

"Yes, I was a bit busy just now, but it's over now."

"I've prepared some snacks for you to enjoy with your drinks, so please feel free to eat them."

Ginnell pointed at the table, and as the magical light flickered and dissipated, a plate filled with various nuts appeared out of thin air in front of Graham.

Graham's eyes widened.

Ok?

How come this stuff appears out of thin air, just like beer?!

Genele sat down opposite Graham quite naturally and casually picked up a hazelnut and popped it into his mouth.

It tastes really good, just like beer, it has the characteristic of being delicious.

However, compared to the beer-making technique, which he understood after trying it, the process of learning the nut-making technique left Gianna with a feeling of wanting to look back.

It's not just about concretely condensing different types of nuts; simply making different races and beings with different tastes feel that "nuts are delicious" is a rather difficult part of magic to learn.

As for whether people with nut allergies can eat them, or whether they will find them delicious, Gianna is not sure.

Although the Nuts spell is essentially magic, it is indeed difficult to draw conclusions about this kind of question before the specific data is clarified.

If someone were to tell Ginell now that the Beer Technique isn't a beginner's perk, but rather a beginner's loan, he would immediately have to relearn the magical structure of the Beer Technique.

Ginnell even considered going out for a couple of days to stay at the Mage Guild's hotel before returning to open the shop.

Grame grabbed a handful of nuts and stuffed them into his mouth to chew, regardless of the type.

It tasted really good, and it was much more interesting than just drinking dry alcohol.

"Ginnell, this is magic, right?"

Genele nodded casually.

"Yes, it's magic. Its only function is to conjure up some nuts."

"To be honest, it probably won't be of much use unless some kind of famine or apocalypse suddenly occurs in the world."

When that time comes, both beer and nuts will become precious resources for survival.

However, to be fair, let's set aside the somewhat ambiguous and unclear factor of the apocalypse.

Unless some kind of evil god or demon cultists intervene, it's unlikely that a famine with such a wide-ranging impact and severe damage would occur on the Pangu Continent.

Because there are Druids.

Druid is a profession, not a specific life form or race, or in essence, Druid is a sect similar to the Church of the Holy Light.

Wise beings who possess faith in nature and embark on this professional path are revered as Druids.

These professionals value nature and balance, and are willing to fight to protect life.

If a famine truly occurs, it often signifies the destruction of life and the imbalance of nature, and druids are usually the first to appear at the disaster site.

If it is indeed someone wreaking havoc behind the scenes, then the druids will show them what the iron fist of nature is, and will summon the primal power from the ancient plane to destroy those villains.

After listening for a long time, Graeme finally concluded that druids could master the power of shapeshifting and transform into different beast forms according to different needs.

"Ginnell, I just wanted to ask you..."

"What are you doing?"

Graeme noticed that Ginnell wasn't listening to him; instead, he was examining the box that Ginnell used as a magic tome.

What are you looking at?

Ginnell looked up and responded.

"I didn't look at anything, I just wanted to see if this thing had changed."

"But now, I don't see any change, which means I'm being discriminated against."

It's neither racial discrimination nor regional discrimination.

Instead, they ignored it.

As a rule, the Fate Generator updates its records whenever something happens inside the tavern.

For example, there's Morin, whose career path has taken a turn for the better; the gathering of the sorcerers; and the funeral, another possibility in fate.

These changes all occurred inside the tavern, and the Fate Generator updated its records accordingly.