What kind of card is this?

Quasimorala was a little disappointed as to why gold cards had this attribute.

He took it in his hand and looked at it back and forth, it was indeed a golden legend, but why didn't it have attack power!

It's a golden card.

I had a feeling of being deceived, and I knew that it would be better to sell the cards in the underground market.

Angry and sat on the chair......

I lost such a good opportunity in vain, and now I am afraid that someone has bought it when I go back.

"It's a pity, it's a pity. He sighed and looked at the dimly lit sky......

Probably this is his fate.

It's been more than twenty years since I got the summoning crystal at the age of fifteen and got the first card from the old man in the village, and I've been on the path of card duelist.

For such a long time, those in the same grade have either been promoted to higher and higher ranks long ago, or have already gone to various positions in the country.

On the contrary, I am still worried about how to fight every day and how to match cards.

So far this year, there has not been a single battle to win...... I don't know how far the first win will be!

That's why I followed the gossip and went to the underground market to see if I could find a key card that could change my library, as they said.

So I took the money I had saved for a few years with me, and I really found a card that I wanted the most.

Alas!

Thinking of this, Quasimola sighed again, feeling as if fate was playing a joke on herself.

And it's a joke that I can't even laugh at!

Cassie ...... Are you there? Get out of here. We've got some friends over tonight, would you like to come over?"

"You're not still sleeping, it's not your time to sleep. The nightlife has just begun!"

There were several more knocks on the door, but Quasimola did not respond.

Probably the other party thought that there was no one inside, and after knocking a few times, he didn't knock again, and then there was the sound of the other party going downstairs.

"Damn it, Rod. Shut up early, don't you know that I'm preparing for tomorrow's battle. Quasimora muttered.

In fact, I don't have anything to prepare, and among the four-star duelists, a 'older generation' duelist like myself is everyone's favorite encounter, because once you meet, the chances of winning will be great.

Just a few sets of his own decks have been touched and smashed.

No matter how much it changes, it doesn't work, and as I get older, my reflexes begin to decline.

Hard!

I began to feel that the battle was getting more and more difficult.

I've lost hundreds of games this year, and I'm just trying to comfort myself.

"That...... You want to shut him up?"

A sudden sound interrupted Quasimola's thoughts, and he turned his head sharply.

Suddenly a strange-looking little thing appeared in the room standing on the table, almost scaring Quasimora into opening the door and running.

"Oh, don't worry my master, I'm your faithful servant!" responded from the table.

Servant?

Quasimora looked curiously at the dwarf monster in front of her.

It was less than half a meter tall, and he was almost the same height as those pets standing on the table, with dark red skin, a pointed nose, long ears, big eyes, and a smell of soot like a charcoal stove, like a little ghost in a story.

Or little devils!

"Yes, master. You open me from the box, and you will be my master from now on!"

The little thing didn't speak much, but he tried to keep a humble kindness in his eyes, which calmed Quasimola a little.

He noticed the appearance of the imp.

This......

Isn't it the same as the picture shown on the card?

"Are you this card?" asked the try.

"That's right, master!"

It's the first time Quasimora has seen a card minion that can appear without a crystal summon.

"So does the master want that guy to shut up?" the imp asked again.

Quasimola only looked at the other party seriously at this time, except for the disgusting appearance, the whole body was thin and seemed to have no strength, what is this card used for?

"What will you do?" pulled the chair next to him and simply sat down and asked in front of the other party.

"I can do whatever the owner wants...... Of course, there are some conditions. ”

Quasimora picked up the card in the box again and looked at it:

[Blood or gold, everything has a price. Tell me what you want, and then tell me what you can give me!

Does that mean in exchange?

"Anything. ”

"Yes, anything!"

Quasimola was still a little unconvinced, so he wanted to confirm again.

"That ......," he said, opening his mouth to think about what he needed, and it was not unheard of such stories.

Almost every kid should have heard a fantasy story like this, where a person wants to give you something, but you have to exchange it for your own, which sounds good.

But what does the other side need?!!

If he wants his own life, it's not a big loss.

"I want an Epic card, can you give it to me? or Elite. Worried that the conditions required by the other party were too harsh, Casimola tried to lower the requirements as much as possible.

"That's easy, I just need a hair from my owner. The imp replied.

A hair!

It's that simple.

Without saying a word, he pulled it out to the other party.

When the imp wiped out the other's hair with one hand, he groped for an epic card in the palm of his hand with the other hand and handed it over.

"This is it. ”

Quasimola took it in his hand and looked at it......

Epic, really epic cards.

Great, that's great.

Tomorrow's battle can be won by itself.

Just now I was worried about tomorrow's battle, and suddenly such a treasure fell.

Belch.

Looking at the little ghost's modest eyes, it clasped its hands to its chest, as if it had been waiting for its own order.

"Anything?" approached the other and wanted to ask again.

"Of course. The imp nodded.

"That'...... I want to ask the proprietress to come over, is that okay? There was a strange glint in his eyes.

"All it takes is a nail for the owner. ”

Ooh~

Quasimola never imagined that he would have such a day, so he hurriedly took out a short knife from his waist bag, then cut off the grown nails and handed them to the other party.

When the imp was turning out his nails, there was a knock on the door again.

"Quasimola, are you there?"

It's a seductive voice.

Quasimora even felt that his whole blood was swollen.

"You hide, you hide first!" hurriedly called the little ghost back, and then went to open the door himself.

Outside the door,

A plump middle-aged woman dressed in red stood at the door.

"Cassie ......"

There are so many charms that even a single shout can make Quasimola want to stop.