Iya Continent: Card God

"I saved you, I don't need you to repay me, just help me scout the way."

"It's dangerous ahead, I know, I know."

"This is the card 7 of Hearts. It possesses extraordinary power. I'll lend it to you..."

……

As the horse-drawn prison cart swayed and lurched in Linta, memories of the stunningly beautiful witch's every word and action flashed through his mind.

The other party lent me the "Seven of Hearts," and now this Seven of Hearts with its mystical power is still in my heart. Why didn't she take the card with her? Did she forget? Was it too late?

Linta looked down at his current predicament with a melancholy expression and a mournful sigh.

He was now bound by hemp rope, unable to move his hands. No matter how hard he tried, it seemed as if a strange force was restricting him. In addition to the rope binding him, Linta also noticed an iron ring emitting a faint glow on one of his wrists.

Meanwhile, the fishman Guagua, the bearman Pinecone, the bearded dwarf, the female elf, and the middle-aged, composed man were all fitted with an iron ring.

"What is this?" Linta asked, puzzled.

"You don't even know this? This is a magic-suppressing ring!" the bearded dwarf explained.

The anti-magic ring, as the name suggests, can imprison a person's magic power, making it difficult for them to use various magical skills.

The continent of Iya is a world of magic, and every powerful individual is inextricably linked to magical power.

There are mages who are proficient in all kinds of elemental magic and can summon wind and rain. There are also swordsmen who can concentrate magic power into their swords and cleave mountains in two with a single strike. And there are knights whose entire bodies are filled with magic power, who ride iron steeds and charge into thousands of armies.

All sorts of miraculous and astonishing things are inseparable from magic.

Conversely, without their magic, they are insignificant, both in heaven and on earth.

"If it weren't for these iron rings, I could have smashed them all into mincemeat and blown their heads off!" the bearded dwarf shouted.

"What are you shouting about? Be quiet!" one of the escorting soldiers yelled irritably, pointing his weapon at the enemy.

The bearded dwarf snorted and quieted down considerably.

Linta gazed at the anti-magic ring, lost in thought.

Forbidden magic? I don't have any magic power...

When the transmigrator first arrived in Linta, he had never practiced any magic or undergone any magical cultivation. In other words, he was just an ordinary person.

They were completely incomparable to these people present, whose origins and identities were unknown.

“Brother Dwarf, you just said that the place I am in is a tomb? Why?” Linta asked curiously.

The bearded dwarf's eyes flickered slightly; it was the first time someone had addressed him as "elder brother." He immediately felt a slight fondness for this human. "I am a dwarf. We dwarves worship the Latin god of fire and iron, and we are most skilled in forging and crafting. Those stone figures and environments you mentioned are only found in tombs."

"You little rascal, you didn't get tricked by the witch Lilith into robbing the 'Marquis of the Mountain' tomb, did you?"

The bearded dwarf was sent to a prison cart through Linta in Ugh. Based on the rank of the beings appearing in the tomb, the grade of the tomb and its owner can be basically determined.

Linta felt a bitter taste in her mouth, though she herself didn't know why.

When I traveled through time, I found myself inside a tomb!

In the end, he ended up like this.

"What will happen to us next?" Linta asked.

“Slave,” the elven girl said coldly.

The sound was like a biting, cold wind, chilling to the bone.

“Slave!” Linta exclaimed in shock.

This was an unfamiliar term to the time traveler himself; it should exist in books and movies, not in his own life.

“No, they shouldn’t put me in jail? And then put me on trial? I’m innocent…” Linta said.

"Garararar!" The blue-skinned fishman made a strange sound that no one could understand.

The bear-man said gently, "I'm innocent too..."

The composed middle-aged man had his eyes closed, it was unclear whether he was listening.

The bearded dwarf laughed again, his laughter still laced with sarcasm. "Innocent? What a ridiculous joke."

The elven girl revealed a cold gaze, filled with hatred.

Linta laughed awkwardly and said, "I know, it's a bit ridiculous for a guy like me, who was caught in a tomb, to say he's innocent."

The elven girl coldly replied, "On the continent of Iya, there is no innocence, only the law of the jungle."

"Forehead?"

Linta blinked, as if what the other person was saying and what she understood were not the same thing.

The bearded dwarf chuckled and said, “You really didn’t know? You really came from very, very far away? Not to mention the whole of Iya, in the Principality of Modly, if anyone violates the laws here, they will be arrested and auctioned off as slaves. If no one wants to buy them, they will be thrown into various mines and dangerous places to work until they die. Of course, if you have money, you can live in prison and avoid the auction and digging pits.”

"Huh?" Linta was greatly shocked.

What kind of law is this? It's quite different from what I saw and knew before I transmigrated here.

"Then aren't we doomed?" Linta asked.

The bearded dwarf chuckled, "Hey, that's not necessarily true. If we find a good buyer, we can still live quite well." He looked Linta up and down, "Of course, that's assuming someone will buy it. Someone like you, little brother Linta, I reckon not many buyers would be interested."

"With your frail appearance, are you a magician?"

Linta shook his head.

The bearded dwarf laughed and said, "Then he's definitely not a warrior or knight. With skinny arms and legs, he probably can't even hold a sword properly."

Linta was speechless.

That's absolutely right.

Linta looked on with a troubled expression at the current situation of the escort.

Besides his own prison van, there were two other prison vans, each containing various races imprisoned by a magic-suppressing ring.

The escorting team was a squad of twenty soldiers.

They were almost all wearing the same armor and carrying sheathed longswords.

The armor was engraved with the same three-stripe emblem, belonging to the forces of a certain powerful figure.

The most striking figure was the escorting officer captain, a middle-aged man with a full beard and gleaming armor stained with countless marks. His eyes held a commanding presence, and his every word and action commanded respect from the soldiers present.

Linta turned her gaze back to everyone present and said in a low voice, "Are we just going to... sit here and wait to die?"

The implication of those words was whether it was possible to escape.

"Ah-ka-ka-ka!" the merman shouted.

Linta ignored him completely because he genuinely couldn't understand.

The bear-man, Pinecone, cried out, "This rope is too tight. The more I pull, the tighter it gets."

The bearded dwarf said, "Of course, this isn't an ordinary rope; it's a common-grade binding rope. Since you're under the spell of magic, you obviously can't break free."

In the continent of Eya, all weapons and treasures are classified into grades: Common, Excellent, Superior, Extraordinary, Epic, and the extremely rare Legendary.

The bearded dwarf understood Linta's meaning and glanced at the middle-aged captain leading the way.

"Do you know who that guy is? He's Bruno the Iron Bucket."

Linta frowned.

The captain's name is Bruno Flynn, and he has a nickname "Iron Bucket." The "Iron Bucket" Bruno refers to him.

The title implies that the prisoners he escorted were like those trapped in an iron barrel, with nowhere to escape.

He was a high-ranking Bronze Knight.