"Boss! Two more glasses of stout! ”

Sotana looked around and saw that someone had indeed raised his glass to drink with the person who had offered to toast at first, and most of the people sitting there did not show a dissatisfied expression, and the imaginary rebuttal and angry rebuke did not appear, which made him frown without a trace.

Closed kingdoms, numb people......

Such a thought flashed, and soon, he suppressed this resentment that had arisen out of thin air, put on a smile like that of an ordinary drinker, raised his foot over the carved threshold of solid wood, and began to walk in.

Unlike the cold city streets at night, the business of this tavern was unexpectedly hot and lively, and he saw the waiters running around without touching the ground, and they were very busy.

Sotana roughly calculated that there were at least seventy customers in the tavern itself, in addition to the tavern itself, an exaggerated number in a tavern in the middle of nowhere, and most of them had their butts snuggled against their seats, their eyes glued to the table like a demon.

"Squire, come to me!"

"You stink like a leper dwarf."

……

A succession of voices came into Sotana's ears, and he didn't rush to look around to inquire about these incomprehensible words, but took care of himself and sat down first, and ordered a glass of wine at a reasonable price.

Soon, he got the wine he wanted, and the waiter's attitude was not good, perhaps because he was too busy, and he didn't have the sycophancy that Sotana was used to—even when he put the silver coins in the other man's tray.

He took a sip of the wine, hmm~~~ To be honest, the taste is really not good, not to mention the grape red and brandy exported by the dwarves of Zedi, and even the wine brewed by some small workshops in the trading city-state, the inferior wine here cannot be compared.

Sotana looked around, the tavern was decorated in a decent and barely eye-catching style, but the service was poor, the food was monotonous and boring, and although there were bards playing the harp, there were no men's favorite singers and dancers.

Judging from the experience he has received so far, there is nothing in this place that can make him feel good, and it is completely insufficient to attract such a large number of customers, and his keen business sense tells Sotana that the only thing that can make this place popular is the magic of those cards.

He began to lean on the table next to him.

This table is probably the most crowded table, and the reason for the onlookers is that a guy dressed as an adventurer is making a quick move to tear apart a bag of sealed cards.

"Hahaha! Your luck is worse than I thought it would be. ”

The man next to Sotana took a sip of his glass and said to the adventurer sitting in his seat, noticing that this man was one of those stupid remarks just now, and he distanced himself without a trace.

"There's a lot of uncertainty about luck, but I'm sure I'm about to get started, and the next pack should be fine, at least it's rare and epic."

The adventurer rubbed his hands, stacked the checked cards, set them aside, and very skillfully unwrapped the paper seal of the other card pack.

"It's the next pack again, this is already the twelfth pack, little Antuso, are you ready to sell your enchanted sword?"

"Shut up! Shameless! ”

Hearing this, the adventurer suddenly widened his eyes, and his awe-inspiring momentum spontaneously appeared: "The guy who plays the priesthood is not worthy of talking to me!" ”

Immediately after, as the cards crossed in front of him, the adventurer's previous momentum suddenly disappeared, and his face suddenly became extremely lost, and he slowly collapsed on the seat: "...... I shouldn't have been in the tavern three years ago. ”

There was a good-natured laugh all around.

But Sotana noticed something more.

The gambler's mentality, he said to himself, he had carefully looked at the small pieces of paper, whether it was the ordinary version or the so-called collector's edition, although the drawing skills were excellent, the color scheme was ingenious, and even the ingenious sound design, but Sotana knew that these were not the reasons for its success.

The real core of this card called Elegy is the series of rules and ways to play around it, which is what he thinks is really valuable, and it is also the skill of its creator, which is worth learning from every businessman.

The scene here had just fallen silent, and it was instantly ignited.

"Wow! Legend! A whisper rang out from another table, followed by a high-pitched and uplifting card line: "I'm the Train King!" ”

When the card, with its golden crystal at its core, appeared, the crowd immediately stirred, and everyone rushed towards the table to see which lucky one had such good fortune.

Sotana was startled by the frenzied people, but also followed, squeezing to the front with the help of the guards as the moving crowd squeezed into the front.

The owner of the card was a young boy, he was dressed shabby, patched, and probably only thirteen or fourteen years old, and when he saw so many people rushing up at once, the boy looked nervous, cowered and leaned close to his seat, hiding the card behind him for protection.

There was only one deck of cards on his desk that had been opened.

"The dragon god is above! This kid only has one expansion pack? A card opened a legendary card, which is simply blessed by the gods, and little Antuso is probably going to cry. ”

"Even a normal version of the Legend card is worth an immeasurable amount, not to mention the Legend from the Tuhala Desert series expansion that has just been released, and this card will sell this child, at least until he reaches adulthood."

"The Train King, Renoie, I heard that Mr. Warren is struggling to find this card, saying that he wants to put together a deck called 'Fast Attack' to show off his skills in the upcoming competitive tournament."

People talk a lot, envy, jealousy, friendliness, hostility, and so on.

What did Sotana hear from the gossip that was very important? A card created for entertainment can guarantee a child's life from the age of 14 to adulthood?

This seemed strange to him as an outsider, but these Northlanders looked like they were a matter of course.

There's only one way to do that — it's a card that's very widely accepted in the Northlands, there's a lot of market demand, and people in circulation recognize its value and are willing to pay for its exorbitant price.

At this point, in a sense, this "Legendary" level card already has a quality similar to precious metal, magic metal, and can sometimes be used as an alternative currency.

This is simply incredible, you know, these are man-made industrial products, and the production cost of such a card is less than ten copper plates!

Sotana cried out in his heart, he thought that these people were simply crazy and overthinking.

But after calming down and thinking about it, he found that it was not impossible, but only if the creator of the cards had reached the point of being superb, and had the ability to dominate the entire market, and subtly, these Northlanders were unaware of such a terrible thing.

If he were to operate it instead, even if the Kreit merchant group to which he belonged would fully support it regardless of the cost, Sotana would not be able to do it, not to mention the entire Northland, even if it was a city that was completely closed and did not communicate with the outside world, it would be difficult to control the entire market.

Thinking of this, sincere admiration surged out of his heart like a tidal wave, which was simply a miracle in the history of Eladia's business, and he was eager to see the dominant side of the matter, even if it was just a few words of teaching, he was willing to offer a rich reward.