night.
Ron and Nora are sitting facing each other at the coffee table on the first floor.
Nora held five cards in his hand, looked at the only two blocks of physical strength left in his character card, frowned his handsome brows, and subconsciously pouted his little mouth.
The character card of Ron is Gnome Prophecy division Dicky Locke. One of the skills is that when the player has no cards in his hand, he cannot be the target of [Kill] and [Colosseum].
Nora Although I remember this skill, I didn't take precautions at all when playing cards.
She drew two cards from the top of the deck and got one Demon's Hand. She immediately used it subconsciously and took the only card in Ron's hand.
As a result, now Ron has no cards in his hand, and Nora is holding one to kill, one to Colosseum, and two to flash one, Kinos's Spear, and is stunned.
Ron looked at her with a smile, knocked on the coffee table and said, "If you don't play your cards, you should fold them."
"Who said you can't play cards!" Nora said stubbornly, took out [Kinos's Spear] and replaced the original weapon card [Supreme Staff].
"Then what?" Ron looked at her with a smile.
Nora was so angry that he threw [Kill] and [Colosseum] into the discard pile in distress.
She only had two bars of physical strength. After the round, she could only hold two cards in her hand, so she had to give up [Kill] and [Colosseum] and keep two [Flash] cards in her hand to save her life.
Reluctantly looking at the two cards lying on the discard pile, Nora said dullly, "I'm fine."
"Then it's my turn." Ron chuckled, stretched out his hand and took out five cards from the top of the deck. He looked at it a few times, adjusted the order of the cards, and put the five cards back on the top of the deck.
This is another skill of the Oracle Dicky Locke character card, which allows you to look at the top five cards of the deck and change their order.
After the exchange is completed, Ron enters the draw stage and draws two cards from the top of the deck.
These two cards were naturally carefully arranged by him.
"The Colosseum."
"Ah!" Nora shouted in annoyance, and reluctantly lost some energy.
[Colosseum]: After the cards are played, a player is designated, and that player starts first. Both sides take turns to play "kill" until one side does not play "kill", and the side that does not play "kill" will deduct one point of physical strength.
Nora The only [Kill] she had discarded before was still lying in the discard pile.
Now, Nora only has one bar of physical strength left.
"If I had known better, I would have killed him..." Nora muttered, his little face full of regret.
"Undead Invasion."
Snap.
Ron threw the second card in his hand on the coffee table and looked at Nora with a chuckle, "When you discarded the card, you threw in a kill card. My Colosseum didn't pick it up. I didn't have full health and didn't use peach before. You should have two flashes or one flash plus a useless card in your hand, right?"
"Lost again..." Nora threw the two cards in his hand on the coffee table and leaned over to shuffle the cards unwillingly, "Let's play again, manager! I will definitely win this time!"
Ron looked at her with a smile. She had already played five one-on-one games, Nora hadn't won a single round, and her interest was still so high?
Being addicted to playing cards is not a good thing...
Let me help the little girl get rid of her addiction to cards~
"The last one." Ron looked at the time and said, "Winning or losing, the store will be closed. You should go home early."
In short, she won't be allowed to win.
"Yeah! Manager, I've shuffled the cards, let's choose a character!"
Nora's energetic and crisp voice echoed in the store.
Late at night.
On the hillside in the southwest of the Magic Academy.
Not far away, Magic Tower shimmered in various colors under the night.
An old man wearing a sloppy magic robe walked on the hillside and entered a cemetery built here.
The old man's face and beard are all white, unkempt, his beard is messy, and some are even knotted.
He came to a simple tombstone, his magic robe shone with silver light, and two wine bottles appeared in his hands.
He opened the caps of two bottles of wine, placed one in front of the tombstone, and held the other in his hand.
After taking a sip of wine, he picked up the other bottle of wine on the tombstone and poured some on the tombstone.
Halfway through the wine tour, when he was slightly drunk, the old man suddenly felt something, and his eyes seemed to be looking northeast.
Life at the legendary level has been sublimated in nature. Once they are too close to each other, they will feel the connection and their whereabouts will be invisible.
A tall, blond man came up from the hillside.
Webster walked to the old man, bowed slightly towards the tombstone, and gave a simple salute, then turned to look at the old man. "Long time no see, Wosbaits."
The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Webster. He did not speak in a hurry. Instead, he picked up the wine on the tombstone and poured all the wine on the tombstone. Then he said in a hoarse voice, "Andre III asked you to come to me."
Webster raised his eyebrows slightly. "Why do you say that? Can't it be an old friend who comes to catch up with you?"
"I hope so too, but it's obviously not the case." Wosbaits drank his bottle of wine in one gulp and swayed down the hillside.
Webster followed him. "I'm just chatting with you, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"
"Haha." Wosbaits glanced at him and said slowly, "Two days ago, the professor in the college reported something to me, saying that he purchased a batch of magical plants from the empire Seventh Prince, and the two parties also reached a long-term cooperation."
Webster remained silent and did not respond, doubts growing in his heart.
"It's fine. The empire suddenly handed over things like Nether Orchid and Golden Red Chrysanthemum to the gate of the academy. What exactly did Andre III have in mind? Do you think I'm an idiot?" Wosbaits sneered, walked on the mountain path with his hands behind his back, and began to spit out the fragrance -
"Do you think two little flowers can make the academy lie down and become a dog to the empire?"
"Andre has raised dogs for so many years, and now he dares to target our college?"
"I want to eat shit!"
"Shit!"
"If you talk to me about this, I will kick you out immediately!"
"I'm so used to licking under Andre's hands that you're so confused that you want to persuade me!?"
"Do you think I am still the same idiot who was bullied by idiots at the Ministry of Magic at will!?"
"I am now the dean of the Disode Magic Academy!"
"I won't accept your tricks!"
Webster walked aside expressionlessly, not minding at all that Wosbaits was full of witty words.
Wosbaits's character has been well known since he was young.
Even after being the dean of the college for so many years, he has not changed at all.
Webster was just thinking in his heart. Is what Wosbaits said at this time showing his true feelings, or was he prepared in advance to deal with his rhetoric?
After all, if the whole thing was controlled by the Magic Academy, then what Wosbaits said at this time was probably to deal with the empire, to deliberately defeat the empire and put the blame on the empire.
Wosbaits cursed a lot. Seeing that Webster didn't respond, he turned to look at him. "What? You have nothing to say?"
Webster pondered for a moment and said calmly, "If I said that the empire did not provide any so-called Nether Orchid and Golden Red Chrysanthemum to His Highness Ron, would you believe it?"
Street Diary: It's so fun to play games, but coding and other things are the most annoying!
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