Iya Continent: Card God

Near Conetooth Street, there's a tavern called "Shark," a place Linta frequents. Linta finds it relatively inexpensive and delicious in town. At Shark Tavern, besides common world dishes, you can also enjoy cooking made from various magical beasts and plants.

"Hmm, tsk..."

Lin Ta ate the delicious food on the table with gusto, without the disdain and pickiness he had before transmigrating. Compared to the raw meat and blood-drinking diet of the wild mountains and forests, this was simply a delicacy.

The three boys and girls at the table, Tim, Bata, and Erin, just watched without touching their forks.

Lin Ta didn't care about these three prominent guys; he could eat or not, it was up to him.

After some thought, Tim picked up a fork and began to try these adventurer dishes that he would never eat at home.

"Wow!" The boy's eyes lit up. "Delicious! You two should try some too!"

Bata and Eileen remained unmoved, their thoughts and emotions focused entirely on Linta before them. This person was no ordinary individual. How did he cultivate magic? For them at their current age, becoming stronger was their greatest desire.

"Mr. Linta, you're not a magician, are you?" Eileen asked with a smile.

In the previous battle, Linta's Fireball spell possessed the power of a Silver-rank mage's fire magic. However, the physical prowess Linta displayed against Bata and Tim's attacks did not resemble that of a mage at all.

“No,” Linta said as she ate.

Eileen nodded, once again deeply moved.

Incredible! The opponent wasn't a mage, yet he unleashed such powerful fire magic. If he were a Bronze-level mage, using fire magic of Bronze-level power would be understandable. But to be a Silver-level mage and still be able to use fire magic of the same level is another matter entirely.

"How do you usually cultivate?" the cold-faced young man, Bata, asked solemnly, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Tim's fork gradually slowed down. He was naturally more curious than anyone else.

Linta continued to eat heartily, leisurely recounting his cultivation journey.

The three of them were stunned and incredulous.

This is quite different from the spiritual practice taught by the teachers at the Prussian Academy.

……

"Ah, the food in the city is still the best," Linta said with satisfaction as she walked down Conetooth Street.

As he said this, he frowned, his heart sinking. Damn! I actually think the food in this world tastes good? I've really fallen from grace.

Linta shook his head sharply, thinking to himself that he couldn't have such thoughts. After all, he had transmigrated from a great country with a rich culinary culture, and he couldn't forget what good food was just because he had been here for a while.

Linta shook his head violently to clear his mind.

Regaining his senses, he glanced at the three people following him, stopped walking, turned around, and asked, "What are you all doing following me?!"

Bata's face was cold as he glanced at her. Eileen smiled warmly. Tim, still with that defiant look, said, "We've decided to defeat you! Following you is about finding your weakness."

Linta was speechless.

He shook his head, too lazy to pay attention, and continued walking on his own.

Walking along the bustling Piercing Street, frequented by adventurers, is a very pleasant experience.

The shops selling all sorts of goods are dazzling, offering stones, plants, animal materials, armor, and weapons—anything useful to adventurers can be found here. Naturally, you'll also encounter various races; Conetooth Street is the only place where they won't face discrimination.

Suddenly, Linta noticed a freight wagon.

The cart wheels clattered and scraped against the uneven cobblestone ground. The driver skillfully brought the goods to a shop and stopped the cart.

"Hmm?" Lin Ta's eyes darkened, and he stopped in his tracks.

I remember the shop where the carriage stopped very well.

The magic weapon shop owned by Renault, who was killed earlier!

The magic shop is now occupied by Gary the Elephant, who is expropriating it on the grounds that the second-generation Renault owes him money.

Eileen said calmly, "The magic item shop, my favorite shop."

Bata said indifferently, "Shops on this kind of street don't have any good magical artifacts."

Tim said, "Wow, there's so much cargo! Are they restocking?"

Linta stared silently at the shop without saying a word.

Thoughts raced through his mind, a growing sense of unease creeping in. The carriage carried at least a dozen boxes, almost its maximum capacity. Magical artifacts were incredibly diverse and bizarre. Transporting magical artifacts should, in principle, be handled with care and meticulousness. How could a single carriage be allowed to carry so many at once?

In his eyes, he saw the shop assistants carrying things, and the way they did it was very rough and suspicious.

Moreover, Linta heard strange noises.

"Did you hear that?" Linta asked the three of them.

"Huh? What?" Eileen was taken aback.

Bata's eyes were cold and sharp as he tried to listen.

Tim shook his head. "I didn't hear anything, just normal street noises."

On Cone Street, various sounds are mixed together in a chaotic manner, and it takes a high degree of concentration to listen to a particular sound.

Linta whispered, "The sound of metal weapons clashing."

While moving the boxes, I heard the clanging of metal weapons. That's very strange!

Although many magical artifacts are made of metal, it's unreasonable to put them all in one box and let them collide and wear each other out. Moreover, every single box contains them! This is absurd.

Linta was lost in thought as he quickly headed towards a certain place.

"Hey! Wait for us!" Tim quickly followed.

The workshop of goblin Bruce Stone.

Goblin Stone is crafting a pocket watch for a seller, and the assembly of the parts requires great care.

Once inside the house, Linta dared not utter a sound and waited quietly.

The three who followed were the same.

"Tap tap!"

As the pocket watch ticked, Goblin Stone finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his sweat, and said in a panting voice, "So many people have come to see me, Linta, have you found me clients?"

Linta smiled faintly and said, "Uh, no."

"Tch, then don't bring so many people next time," said the goblin stone.

Linta smiled, stepped forward, but the smile quickly vanished, replaced by a solemn and composed expression.

"I want to ask you something."

The goblin stone sensed Linta's seriousness. "What's wrong?"

"How's business at that old Reno Magic Item Shop?" Linta asked.

Within Cone Street, the person who knows Reno's Magic Item Shop's business best is undoubtedly the goblin Bruce Stone. Although their businesses differ, their goals are the same.

The goblin was a little puzzled as to why Linta was asking this. "Normally, his business is just so-so. He won't get rich, but he won't starve either. Except for the big auctions before and the celebrations afterward, when business is particularly good."

"However, now that you mention it, it reminds me of something. During the big auctions before, when their business was at its peak, they weren't open for business."

Linta's eyes widened, filled with confusion and bewilderment.