1 draw costs 5 Galleon, 10 draws cost 45 Galleon.
Not only did they not offer any discounts for their new opening, but they also didn't add Emerald Card to the card pool?
The young card dealers stormed up to Yamamoto, demanding a reasonable explanation from him.
"Gentlemen, wasn't one already issued?"
Yes, there's only one so far.
Yamamoto became increasingly confident as he spoke, "There are only so many cards in the gacha pool, I don't need to go on, do I?"
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I've spent all my money on the gacha pool!
It's only 10,000 cards; at most, it will cost 45,000 Galleon.
Even with the lowest price of 1000 Galleon for the Emerald Card, you can break even after drawing a maximum of 50 cards.
Now there are fewer than 6,000 left, and the cost has been significantly reduced...
"The later you draw, the more you earn."
"You're right, smoking early means you'll be ripped off, smoking late means you'll make a fortune."
"Shall we wait a little longer?"
"That's a great idea!"
They said that, but none of them showed any intention of leaving.
Yamamoto smiled as he watched them simultaneously reach into their wizard robes.
As expected of the Gwent store manager specially dispatched by the Britain, his grasp of human nature is so precise and accurate.
Draw all the Emerald Card, leaving only the 10 lowest value ones.
Gradually losing patience, and then losing reason.
See? They've pulled out Gold Galleons.
Such a beautiful scene is all because the new store manager wanted to leave work early.
Yamamoto sighed inwardly and stood quietly to the side, waiting.
Wow—another Emerald Card?
The young card dealers have gone completely mad.
No one wanted to give up the opportunity, and no one wanted to come for nothing.
The more frantic things are inside, the more chaotic things become outside.
"9 minutes and 23 seconds—" Yamamoto silently counted the time it would take to clear the gacha pool.
Before he could be questioned again, he had already reached the door and announced that the Wizard Cards were sold out.
"A rip-off!"
Ito encountered a card merchant who ran out of the shop, drew his wand, and attempted to use magic.
"Thank you, Captain Ito."
"Yamamoto, cherish your second chance."
"Definitely!" Yamamoto thanked him gratefully, then recalled what had happened last week.
According to his original fate, he was supposed to be abandoned by Mie.
However, just as he was about to check into the underwater Rakshasa "Grand Hotel," a blond, blue-eyed foreign young man came to visit him.
He claims to be the manager of the Gwent flagship store under the Wayne Enterprises, and his name is Dio Brando.
The other party promised to bail him out on the condition that he become the manager of the Black Swan Wizard Card House.
Meals and accommodation are provided, plus a salary.
He clung tightly to this only straw that offered him a chance to survive.
He was of no value to Mie, but Vincent could use him to some extent.
As for whether they will be abandoned again afterward...
Yamamoto tightened his clothes.
The powerful figures who could manipulate the Ashiya Abe families so easily were beyond the comprehension of a nobody like him.
He closed the door to the Black Swan Wizard Card House, then took out his wand and tapped lightly on a portrait of Merlin in the corridor.
The hidden staircase is revealed.
With a nervous heart, he went upstairs, where Viktor on the second floor raised a glass to him in greeting.
"Sit."
Yamamoto didn't dare to look up.
Are you confident you can handle those card merchants?
"Have!"
Viktor caught an Accio wine glass and poured himself some red wine. "Don't be so nervous. I'll arrange for you to go to Germany after this is all over."
Yamamoto tremblingly raised his wine glass, "I, Yamamoto Tsukumo, will forever remember Lord Brando's kindness!"
"You're wrong." Viktor's child-shaped eye socket glowed with an eerie red light. "The person you should thank is not me."
"!" Yamamoto's lips trembled. "The person I should thank the most is Lord Wayne!"
It was him, it was him who mercifully led me away from that hell when I was at my most desperate and helpless.
The only way I, Yamamoto Tsukumo, can repay him is to become his most loyal servant and assist him.
Even if Reducto! Even if I have to return to hell!
Viktor frowned slightly.
He dislikes enslaving others, nor does he like being enslaved by others.
Grindelwald didn't like it, Vincent.
"Call him 'boss' because he doesn't want his own people to be afraid of him or terrified of him."
Yamamoto then took a sip of red wine.
A great person is a great person; they have a very broad mind.
"Lord Brando, I, Yamamoto Tsukumo, will remember this forever!"
"Also, get rid of your accent as soon as possible."
"Yes!"
The next morning.
Having figured out what had happened yesterday, Ebenezer walked out of the hotel.
The line Black Swan Wizard Card House has grown considerably.
They are all card game merchants, and they are all fellow professionals who do not believe in superstition.
He rubbed his nose and sat on a small stool, waiting patiently.
Another day has passed, and the probability of getting Emerald Card remains very low.
As a professional shrewd businessman, Ebenezer admitted that he was still too young.
With a probability of 0.1%, he's even more unscrupulous than a shrewd businessman, truly the king of shrewd businessmen.
The third day offered 12 Emerald Card, which was a bit more generous.
Ebenezer really wanted to swear.
This king of unscrupulous merchants is probably planning to make a hefty profit off these unscrupulous businessmen.
Not long after closing, the invitation from store manager Yamamoto arrived as expected.
The location was the Starry Night Hotel, right where he was staying.
Earning less is fine, the key is not to eat raw food.
How about serving something less distinctive?
Ebenezer swallowed a thick slice of salmon belly dipped in wasabi.
It's all fat; the night ahead is going to be long.
Yamamoto, having eaten a few bites, put down his katsu and looked at the card merchants sitting at the long table in front of him.
There are 27 people in total, all from various Europe countries.
"You all probably already know what my purpose is, right?"
He reached into the ornate black and white wizard's robes. "Their future will be decided by you."
On the table were rows of Wizard Cards, all of them emerald quality.
At this moment, the barbaric cooking methods of savages no longer matter.
Ah—it smells like Gold Galleons!
"I'll take it!" said a burly Russian businessman.
With a sweeping gesture, he declared, "Whether it's today or the future, I want it all!"
Pah! Shameless!
Just because you're big doesn't mean you can take everything for yourself.
Have you asked the other 26 people for their opinions?
"Damn Russian old man!"
"Big Bear, have you brought enough money?"
"Do you believe that if we each cast a knockback spell, we can send you flying back to Siberia crying!"
The Russian businessman glared back at him menacingly.
"Sukabul!"
"You Britain are always thinking of taking everything for yourself, aren't you!"
The Britain businessman next to Ebenezer slammed his hand on the table.
"We invented the Wizard Cards, so of course we should be the ones to distribute them!"
A small glass filled with sake was smashed over.
It hit him right on the forehead, and the wine spilled everywhere.
"You idiot!"
Another wine glass flew over, but was caught in the hand of the Russian businessman.
"Watch closely, old Britain man, this is how you throw things!"
Yamamoto drew his wand, freezing the wine glass in mid-air.
"Everyone is here to make money, so it's normal to have different opinions."
He winked very subtly at the Russian businessman, "Let's skip the personal attacks; there's no need to ruin our harmony."