Chapter 73: 73 72 Card Games

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(ix) Wouldn't the wise man be a card?

Mira, unable to find her card, leaves the last showcase thinking backwards, finds a card-sized pack wrapped in paper lined up on a shelf that was across the street. The price tag, which says two hundred riffs, is printed on the pack with a colorful pattern. And it was in such a position that I wanted to take it by accident.

"Ho, this is it."

Mira gets one of those packs. The table also shows the Three Kingdoms' generals, who also look familiar to Mira, printed one by one in illustrative style, with the biggest letters, 'Legends of Asteria' and the name of the card game, plus the subtitle 'Heroes of the Three Gods' printed underneath.

If you move your gaze onto the shelf, there are a number of different types of subtitles displayed under the same heading Legend of Asteria. All of that is said to be a booster pack, and Mira grins slightly at a situation that is no different in dimensions from the once familiar form of sale.

They're very popular.

Turn over the pack in your hand and it says something simple. "Become a god and spin the myths with the heroes of this world as a hand tag", and there is a huge incitement complaint, which also finds that there are a total of seven rarities of cards.

Experienced Mira put the puck back on the shelf with a smudged face, saying this is another thing that tickles the child's mind. At that time, his gaze nails a pack with the subtitle 'Nova Mage', which was immediately on his side.

A chest that thrives on long bright red hair, and provocative red eyes. That was exactly what Luminaria looked like.

It's not a trick, is it? Then again, my card!)

If Luminaria, one of the Nine Wise Men, is on the card, so are I. With that in mind, Mira talks to the counter clerk with that pack in her hand.

"Nooo, I'd like to ask you a few questions, okay?

At a counter lined with products from around the card game, such as a case or game mat, a female clerk who was wrapping a book around her as she sat in a chair reacted to Mira's voice and raised her face. She had long hair close to gray and a beautiful face, but her eyelids seemed heavy as at dawn all night clouding it.

"What could it be?

When the woman pinches a sign in the book, she confronts Mira straight. There was no significant change in the sleepy expression, but the mouth angle appeared to be only slightly up and about to serve the customer.

"Um, is Dumblrf in this pack?

Saying so, Mira lets you put the booster pack in your hand on the counter.

As Mira thought, if the basics of this card game were laid down by the original player, the booster pack would have different types of cards inside for each of those types. If you have the card you want, the basic thing is to buy the pack that contains it.

"When I say Dumblrf, you're one of the Nine Wise Men. It's in there. And then there's this and this."

The card store number was just sitting at the counter with no choice but to help the parents, but still knowledgeable and ready to answer, I took two more booster packs out of the back and showed them side by side.

Its subtitles are "Winds of Activity" and "Moments of Turbulence". Mira, glancing at them,

"Well, can I have fifty of these three?"

Mira uttered pale words so flowing as she fished her waist porch. It was the clerk who was upset about this. Two hundred riffs in three kinds, fifty packs at a time. A total of 30,000 riffs. It's not the kind of price you can pay for a child's allowance.

The person in the clerk's memory who actually buys this way is so far about an adult who has been embedded in a card game or an old man trying to show his grandson the good.

Still, the clerk woman says, "Wait," and leaves it on the counter counting one from the shelf at a time. Whatever it is, there is nothing wrong with the store if it can be paid for.

Fifty packs each. The pile of packs piled up, that's what kids see as a heterogeneous sight in the main store. Some people who were interested in the card game glanced at the counter and opened their eyes.

It's a sight commonly known as adult buying.

"In total, 30,000 riffs."

Kids flatter the amount of money the clerk gave them. But Mira doesn't realize the voice is directed at her. It is the perception of a vibrant child's voice making a lively noise.

Mira, who nodded small to the clerk, offered him a piece of gold. It is 50,000 riffs.

"Oh, uh, 20,000 riffs change."

A clerk woman who returns two pieces of Mithril coins between a few moments. Capture its appearance again, staring into Mira's eyes as if they were somewhere dazzling and narrow to observe.

The result was an ambiguity that some lady might be, but the female clerk didn't have the lust to pursue it any further.

"Thank you every time -"

And I just said it in a voice that reads the text.

Mira, holding a total of one hundred and fifty packs in a paper bag, looks out at the spaces lined up at the table to quickly inspect, and finds and moves just right to the corner.

Feeling the superiority not very popular with the gaze and voice of the children unwilling to hide mixed with envy and curiosity, Mira sat back on the chair with the paper bag somewhere on the table.

I wonder if I'm in there.

Mira remembers a long time of exaltation at the feeling of mixing tension and expectations similar to scratching, which she felt as a child, like praying, but not believing and doubting.

When the pack is removed from the paper bag as if it were a scratch, the seal is cut and the card is checked.

Buying a large number of packs in the future is still unusual. Already around Mira, the kids are waiting to be opened and they are like festivals. Everytime I check the cards that come out, "Ooh" and "Ahhh" are voiced by no one.

The one hundred and fifty packs were common in boulders, and it took nearly thirty minutes to open them all.

(Hmm, soggy results)

I wonder if a total of 750 cards were such as the pestle pattern I used to take, which was nicely divided for each rarity and arranged on the table. And on the right end there is only one of the best rare cards out there.

(Never heard of it. Who is this guy?!)

The card was called Triple Rare: Thief Fuzzy Dice. Rarity is third from the top. It seems that Dumblev, rather than one of the Nine Wise Men, who was the object, will not even answer on his behalf.

"It's all off."

Mira slammed onto the release table to throw her voice at the scattered enough result. But if one can only see the number, the corresponding cards are mixed. That's the less rare, but also the more imperative, user-friendly cards and cards that are simply hard to get out of, and they are a pile of treasure from the kids.

One boy stepped forward from among the children staring with such envy. The boy is also a famous card player in this store, where nature and the children pave the way.

"Hey, sister. Was it some kind of card you wanted? Depending on what you have, you can replace it."

The high voice before the change of voice was just a little pitiful, even though it sounded busy.

Mira's eyes, with her face up to the words, capture the boy in a knitted hat in his hair close to his black tit. I had the impression that my age would be a little above the tact I met in the soul-relieving city of Karanak, or that my face, which also seemed nervous with a slightly juicy mixed cheek, seemed to be active, resembling my voice.

(Hmm, exchange? Sure seems like this would do it... I just wanted to see it.)

"Does your lord have a Dumblrf card?

When Mira asks, the boy looks up and somewhere unfortunately drops his shoulder. I want to show my pretty girl the good, because I didn't get that feeling.

"Speaking of Dumblrf, that's it. Nine Wise Men. Where I had it, I can't match all the rarities in here."

The boy says half-throating when he checks the cards arranged on the table and shakes his neck to the side.

"Well, are the Nine Wise Men that hard to come out of?

"What are you talking about? It's a legendary rarity, so it's natural. I've never seen a guy buy all these boosters, but not yet."

Saying so, the boy plays a bunch of scraps scattered around the table with his fingers. The pack, which was just well turned over, had a breakdown of the contents, according to which the rarest card was Legendary Rare.

"Well, I heard Legendrea's about one in a thousand packs."

Like affirming the boy's words, the surrounding children snorted, "I gave up", but "Legends are legends too," etc.

"Thousand packs are also not livestock specifications. That's what makes me want to see more and more."

Mira realizes that the odds are too low that if she does poorly, she will likely buy all the packs in the store but won't leave. But then, it is the sex of a person that makes me want to look extra.

"As long as I see it, I can show it to you. It's not Dumblrf, but if you're the Nine Wise Men, I have it."

Towards the girl with the puck's scraps in her hand and her lips pointy like a little bird, the boy sounds nervous but good at it.

I hit that low probability on my own. That's also why this boy gets a glimpse of it with the skill of the card.

"Ho, that's amazing. Can I see it?

The gaze of a girl so deserving of love at first sight for a boy is such an embarrassment as to be seen even naked if she can turn her gaze upright, full of admiration and anticipation, even though that is likely to scatter her emotions.

Especially since Mira is sitting in a chair, she is naturally upbeat.

When the boy didn't think of it and forgot how to breathe, he shouted to delude his bright red stained face, "Fine! answered."

Is it a habit? The boy shrugs his lips into his mouth, while removing a box large enough to grab it with his palms from a waist pouch wrapped around his waist. It was coloured red and written in gold letters as Legend of Asteria.

It's a case dedicated to cards, and the kids here have the same thing in their hands in different colors.

"Look, look at this."

When the boy says so a lot when he puts the cards in a further division in the case, he takes them out smoothly as if they were going to pull out even with a sword, and places the cards in front of Mira as if the celebrity chess player were going to hit one hand, an exclamation boils from the surrounding children.

Legendary rare placed on the table was edged in gold, and that was all the more special than a triple-rare card.

And on that card, "Valentine of the Nine Sages Shadow" was also written in gold letters on a figure who looked like a black mummy wrapped in a black cloth all over his body, other than his eyes, wrapped around a dark robe as if it were confusing at night.

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"Ho ho, Valentin? You look like a good painter for nothing."

Mira smiled somewhere far away, mixed with joy and sadness, at the way she remembered herself with the card, but even felt its nostalgia.

The boy, who was directly in front of him, suddenly can no longer take his gaze off Mira's look as an adult, confused by the vague emotion of his first love with his mouth half-opened.

(Which means I'm the same as this. I'm sorry I couldn't see it, but I thought it would be better if I found out that there was one.)

"I got something good to show you. Thank you."

"Ah, oh. I don't know what to do."

When Mira said so and offered the card, the boy who was forced to restore consciousness that was rising to the universe inadvertently touched Mira's hand because he was in a hurry when he received the card. The warmth I felt at my fingertips ran all over the boy's body, dyeing his cheeks as if to stay focused. With a bright red face as if it were a ripe apple, the boy returns Legendrea with a trembling finger on his card case.

Well, what's the matter?

Mira looks at the cards of the Nine Wise Men, which were different from their original purpose, and looks at the 750 cards lined up on the table. Mira was more of a collector than an original card gamer. I'd like to buy it, but I'm not going to enjoy the card game any more.

So, if you look up, you'll see the kids there who were into card games.

Mira had trouble handling it, but when this was just right, she started sorting the cards.

It was roughly divided, so it took about enough to complete, leaving more than one card with the same pattern, the so-called dubri, to return the collection to the paper bag.

"Lord, if you want, you can take it."

The number of cards indicated thus was high, and there were more than 500 cards. The children were whispering to each other whether it was really okay to just look each other in the eye, with nothing immediately getting their hands on whether they were upset by the words.

"Hey, what are you talking about, sister? Looks like I just pulled out a dubble, but three cards on the deck is definite. And he's got enough rare cards."

The boy turns to Mira pointing to cards classified in the category of surgery or rare cards classified as weapons. The redness has settled considerably because of the card in my area of expertise, and I have uttered words to rap.

The boy was right, those cards were probably included in the dubble. But for Mira, who doesn't actually play, it's trivial.

"I don't mind. I don't mind. I don't know the rules in the first place. Look, lords, take it if you need it. But don't fight."

Mira's words finally start making a scene with the kids who are sure they can really get it. That gradually, but gradually, begins to expand.

"Hey, sis. I'm sure it'll be a fight. There are plenty of cards you can use just to see it."

"Mmm, really?"

The boy tells Mira that if she wins early, she realizes it's going to be a fight.

So Mira takes one rare card and puts it up so that it looks like the children.

"Anyone want this card?

Yes, I asked the children. Then, the voices of the noisy children stopped perfectly, and one of the children raised his voice, "Yes," as he went on to claim himself, and instantly the voice sounded from there.

(Is this all you got for one piece? You can't win early.)

"Then it's a junket between the hopeful. Let's do it to the last one who wins."

Shortly after I said that, the question passed behind Mira's brain as to whether there was any kind of junken in this world, but I was motivated to go across the street and say, "Jah, pom!" I find myself worried about the appearance of a child who waves down his arms in a prestigious manner.

Become a stranger to Mira, but this is also a play spread by former players in thirty years time.

Thus, the allocation of the most competitive rare cards ended at the card store that became the Junken stadium.

This was followed by Common and Uncommon, but there was also a faint reaction around here, and letting them take it as they please did not make it competitive.

Whether we are all satisfied or tired, thankfully, the number of children surrounding the table decreases, and now only the first boy to speak will remain.

"If you don't need it, you should put it in that box, too. The guy who wants it will take it."

"Well, well."

When asked what Mira would do with the remaining cards, the boy said so, pointing to the black box in the corner of the store. It is like a recycling box for cards that do not need to be dubbed.

If you peek in with the cards in your hand, you do have close to a hundred cards in there. You fished when you were a kid, and Mira put her card in there, remembering that.

"Thank you for everything you've told me. Boy."

Mira looks back at the boy saying the whole thing is done and strokes the boy's head with a gentle smile like a grandfather who welcomes his grandson.

The boy, who suddenly faced the matter, stares at his hand stretched out to his head with his mouth open halfway as if he were smiling. And the understanding, which was about as fast as walking, finally caught up with the situation.

"Beh, it's not a big deal!

Redleaves again his cheeks, which began to calm down, and the boy stares straight at Mira reflexively, intertwining his gaze, causing him to wander off into the universe in a werewolf mood. The courage to see each other properly from the front does not yet seem to have grown.

Mira, by contrast, has nothing to do with the boy's behavior, which is the same feeling as when dealing with a child. I felt like an upset boy, that's the restless kid.

"Bye. Don't go home by nightfall."

When Mira says her goodbyes so lightly, she walks straight to the exit. After that, he looks like he goes unbroken away every step of the way, and the boy unwittingly raises his voice as an emotion.

"Sister!"

The voice that should have squeezed was so blocked by something that it was the only way to reach them or not. But it does arrive, and Mira stops and looks back.

"What. What's the matter with you?

Fluffy silver hair. The boy's heart boils in the gaze of a cold spring-like girl directed at him again, but now he manages to restrain himself.

"I'm Marian.... your sister..."

"Oh, speaking of which, you didn't have a name. I'm not Mira."

"Oh, you mean Mira"?

Boy, Marian goes on to say even more that she doesn't want to make this day's encounter just for today when she squirms in her mouth to bite that name off all the time.

"Mira, is your sister coming tomorrow?

Asked so, Mira briefly recalls her plans for the future.

After this, head for Holly Gate in Station Street. Overnight there. The Alkaite kingdom leaves around noon according to the timetable, so by then we'll be touring this station street and buying souvenirs for the Solomons.

In that case, the first thing you do is you won't be in this city tomorrow.

"I'm leaving the city today. You can't come tomorrow anymore."

"Oh well..."

Marian shrugged pitifully to Mira's reply. But the next moment, when I raised my face as I had decided, I took the card case out of my waist pouch and pulled a single card out of it.

"This... I'll do it! So..."

Don't forget about me. That's what I'm gonna say and stop you, Marian. For him, it was the best way to express his feelings that he could right now.

Mira was leaning her neck, not understanding the boy's mind, such as suddenly giving him a card of very rare value as far as she could hear. It's a card I was just happy to see. Where I got it, it doesn't make sense.

But there's only one thing I can say right now, and that doesn't mean you can't give your child anything valuable.

"What are you saying? I don 't--"

I almost said I had no reason to have it, and I finally noticed how Marian was doing, Mira. The act of nervous behavior, a face that turned bright red like the sun, and giving a girl what would be most important.

It is truly the appearance of a boy who tries to show the good to the child he likes.

(I see. If you're a pretty girl like me, you can't fool a boy.)

"That's the Lord's most important card. You can't have boulders. Well, I guess I'll just get that feeling."

Mira says so, gently aligning herself with Marian's hand she offered. To an overly sudden contact, Marian opens and closes her mouth as if only her mouth were a fish, trying to say something, with her hands still staring. But when I got my head all over the warmth that I touched directly, nothing floated anymore, and I just leaked "oh......" out of that mouth.

"Don't grow up healthy. Marianne, listen to your parents and take care of your friends."

"I know! Don't talk like my grandfather."

On his way away, Marian lowers her eyes to Mira, who makes her voice laugh so loud and mean, that it is the only way to raise her voice like a child, feeling a much closer goodbye.

"Bye."

"Come back. I'm always around here!

"If I had a chance."

Marian kept staring until she could no longer see Mira's hindsight burning in her eyes waving over her back.

"Me, demonic woman."

With such a grunt, Mira flies out of the Holy City of Liddell as she crosses Pegasus.

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