"I'll be back tomorrow."
Giant Axe gave the Hearthstone device one more look before reluctantly finishing the rest of his drink, forcibly suppressing the urge to play another round as he prepared to leave.
He had already made plans in his heart. He had to get all the dwarves in his clan to come over. They had no strength in their hands or feet when mining all day, yet they showed more enthusiasm than anyone for a boring game like arm-wrestling. He had long had enough of it.
"Mr. Giant Axe, don't forget your Card Box."
Luo Chuan pointed at the slot in the Hearthstone device, reminding Giant Axe not to forget to take his things with him. It was worth one Gold Coin, but as for its actual value... cards forged from Psionic Crystal—perhaps no one could imagine that beneath such an unremarkable appearance lay energy far more terrifying than that of ordinary extraordinary items.
"Almost forgot." Giant Axe pinched the Card Box out with his fan-sized palm, then suddenly thought of something and turned back to Luo Chuan. "What if something this small gets lost?"
"You needn't worry about that." Luo Chuan smiled. "Every Card Box can only be activated and used by its owner. Even if someone else gets hold of it, it'll be useless."
"Some kind of identity-verification magic?" Giant Axe raised the card before his eyes.
The translucent pale-blue crystal seemed as though it would shatter with the slightest force, but Giant Axe knew its hardness was absolutely beyond imagination. He had tried bending it hard a few times just now, yet it had not budged in the slightest.
"You could see it that way." Luo Chuan nodded. "The Card Box is bound to your identity and can only be used in the Hearthstone Tavern.