"Please." The father pointed to the young son's seat. The young son automatically moved aside, and Richard sat down without ceremony.
At that moment, someone brought over a box containing several hundred cards and said to Richard, "Choose your cards. You should know the rules: you can only pick thirty-six cards, no more than two of the same card, and unique-quality cards cannot be duplicated—you can only have one."
"Mm." Richard responded and quickly began selecting cards.
Two minutes later, he finished choosing and began playing against the older father. The pace was extremely fast.
"Moonlight Rabbit."
"Hungry Wolf."
"Soldier."
"Lord."
"Magic-armored Knight Legion."
"Magic Rune Armor Division."
"Nuclear bomb."
"Pass."
"Fighter jet."
"Pass."
"Orc."
"Pass."
"Huh, that's... Salt Explosion Art?"
"Ice Ring, Dragon Language spell, Self-Propelled Artillery, paratroopers, Three-Stage Shooting... Shadow Assassin. Mm, I'm done." With a swish, Richard threw down all the remaining cards in his hand.
The older father froze for a moment, then set down his cards and said, "Looks like you really did win."
"Yes." Richard replied calmly, turning his head to ask, "Anyone else want to play with me?"
"I do." A red-nosed old man raised his hand. Richard was not surprised in the slightest.
The second round began.
"Bandit Gang."
"Lord."
"Shadow Assassin."
"Steel Knight."
"Arctic Storm."
"Pass."
"Lava Spell!"
"Pass."
"Archwizard Dalakos!"
"Pass."
"Moonlight Rabbit."
"Hungry Wolf, Dragon Language spell, Self-Propelled Artillery... Magic Rune Armor Division." Richard skillfully threw down all the cards in his hand again and looked at the red-nosed old man. "I won."
"Fine." The red-nosed old man shrugged helplessly and left his seat. At that moment, a blonde woman sat down.
The third round, the fourth round, the fifth round...
Before long, everyone in the tavern had been defeated by Richard. In the end, the tavern owner