My Magical Card Tavern

"Got it!"

Luke slammed his fist on the table, causing the cards to shake a few times.

Silver Star rolled her eyes.

"Speak your mind, don't make a fuss. If you're disturbing little Ginnell's meditation, then you'd better bring the altar to the Northern Alliance to help."

Luke glanced back, then turned back and slammed the card in his hand onto the table.

Admit defeat.

Yin Xing's brow twitched again.

Wait, this feeling is getting more and more familiar...

Luke's eyes burned with fervor as he spoke.

"Old man, I've got an idea! I've thought of a way to speed up my comprehension!"

Yin Xing yawned, then picked up his glass and took a big gulp of beer, forcibly suppressing the strange sense of familiarity.

"Speak, little Luke, I'm listening."

Luke made a surprising statement.

"I want to use your cards."

"You can play another round with your own cards, or with mine, it's up to you."

"Of course, these aren't my own cards, so you'll have to treat me."

puff!

Yin Xing spat out a mouthful of beer and hurriedly wiped the water off his face and clothes in a disheveled manner.

"By the stars above!"

Luke glanced back at Genelec and said, squinting his eyes.

"Old man, don't disturb Ginell's meditation."

Silver Star glared at Luke angrily.

"You don't need me to tell you, old man!"

He now knew where that strange sense of familiarity came from!

This is clearly what those low-level mages and apprentices did after they came to the tavern!

A group of kids from a magic guild entered the tavern and learned about card games. Instead of being attracted by the mysterious and beautiful star magic, they were drawn to Luke's series of cards that could slice through bones and flesh with a single stroke!

He, a dignified dead star, watched as the children in the tavern played around with Luke's cards, while only those who lost at rock-paper-scissors reluctantly rented Silver Star's cards.

Now, one of the parties involved is speaking to me with a serious expression.

He's still saying he wants to use my cards!

And you want me to treat you!

Silver Star, his face dark, slammed his staff on the table, giving the impression that if Luke didn't explain himself, the staff would fall on his head the next second.

"By the stars above, I really don't know if Luke's personality is innate, or if he's just like Gianna and simply wants to have fun with this old man."

Luke was puzzled.

"Why do you say that?"

"I just feel that using your cards, old man, can speed up my comprehension process."

Silver Star shook his head.

Well, it seems to be innate, completely different from the personality of little Ginnell who simply wants to have fun.

"It's not impossible. Although I've never played close combat before, if I start by learning from cards, I should be able to keep up with your pace."

Luke initially wanted to ask another question, but after thinking about it again, he realized that the old man's words made sense.

The old man was once a star hanging in the sky above Pangu.

Fighting a star in close combat?

Just imagining that scene made Luke feel something was off; even he thought it was unlikely.

That wasn't a fight; it was more like courting death.

The two exchanged cards and started a new game.

Luke picked up the Silver Star series cards, and Silver Star, whose curiosity was piqued, also chose Luke's series cards, just to keep the young man company.

So when Gianna finished her super-effective meditation, what she saw was the two of them using each other's cards.

And he demonstrated a card-playing skill level that would make even the Holy Light laugh and the elves swear at him.

Ginnell pulled up a chair and sat down next to him, and said.

"In my hometown, your performance would generally be described as that of a terrible chess player."

"You two played terribly!"

I feel they're not as good as Morin and Graeme.

Unfamiliar with the playing style and rhythm of a certain deck.

Okay, everyone has a first time. It's normal to be unfamiliar with things. Practice makes perfect.

The mage doesn't know how the warrior can kill, and the warrior doesn't know how to cast spells for maximum benefit.

Okay, after all, this spans an entire profession, and the knowledge gap involved cannot be explained in just a few words.

That's understandable.

"I can't help but say that," Gianna said.

"But could you please stop criticizing other people's playing style and card selection!"

"To be honest, shouldn't this procedure be done by me, the bystander? Why do you two card players need to bicker and comment on each other?"

"If you two want to talk, why don't you just go outside and have a fight? Whoever wins will be right!"

The problem lies here: both of them are experts and strong individuals.

They didn't seem like mage apprentices with only a superficial understanding of magic, nor were they the kind of novices who didn't know how to slay monsters even when they had weapons in their hands.

The apprentices were self-aware, knowing that their knowledge was insufficient and that they could not casually comment on the thoughts and ideas of others.

But Luke is different from Silver Star.

One is a legendary orc, and the other is the source of a certain series of stellar magic.

From a certain perspective, what they said was basically correct.

Luke felt there was something wrong with Silver Star's card playing, and Silver Star felt the same way.

Luke said that this kind of battle aura technique isn't used like that, and Silver Star said that it would be better to use a different kind of magic in this situation.

After exchanging cards, the two players, who were already terrible at the game, were nitpicking at each other's hands, which further highlighted their poor card skills.

Of course, the so-called problems are only relative, and do not mean that they are really bad.

The scene looked somewhat comical, like two people who didn't know how to play cards thinking they had the best ideas and trying to pass them on to their opponents.

The fact that they didn't start a fight on the spot is a testament to their excellent manners and character.

Ginnell glanced at the cards.

That's normal.

Luke plays the Altar build, while Silver Star plays the Legion build.

If played well, the back-and-forth attacks and defenses are fierce, and the difference in health points can determine the winner. Even bystanders will find it thrilling and exciting.

Played poorly...

It will end up like it is now.

Silver Star's minions, which seemed to be a defeated army and could be defeated with just one attack, are now standing firmly on the field.

Luke's side is in a similar situation; both sides appear to be weakened and defeated, and only one variable is needed to determine the outcome of the battle.

But we're stuck here.

In other words, even when both sides had all their forces and still had magic cards and battle skill cards in hand, they hadn't accurately predicted the course of the game, and even their damage output was slightly off.

Ginnell looked at the minions' remaining health and card effects, and deduced Silver Star's attack strategy from the reverse.

"Wait a minute, old man, you've miscalculated the damage and the target!"

In this game between two top players, a mistake occurred that even Gianna could see, like when fishing, you've already hauled the fish to shore, but then you have to pop champagne halfway through the game and let the fish escape.

Let alone the anglers themselves, even bystanders would feel their blood pressure rising.

Just as Luke was about to look, Ginell slapped him on the shoulder.

"What are you looking at? You miscalculated yourself and didn't understand how the altar build works."

"Two terrible chess players."