Cold, very cold, very cold.
This was Richard's feeling when his body was assimilated by the glowing numbers, and it continued to intensify thereafter.
It was like taking off his clothes and being in the polar ice field. The endless chill continued to hit him, making him feel as if his blood and even his soul were freezing.
Just when he could hardly bear it any longer, his vision flashed and then brightened, and he appeared in a completely unfamiliar environment.
The body that was assimilated by the luminous numbers was restored. The clothes on the body were all the same. The only thing that had changed was the environment.
It looked like it was no longer the top of the mountain before, but a plain.
Under the dark sky, heavy snow was falling on the plain. The thickness of the snow was almost up to his knees, and the slightly relieved chill enveloped Richard's whole body again.
Richard squinted his eyes and looked around. Even though he was as smart as he was, he couldn't determine what was going on at this time, so he could only choose to act cautiously.
For a moment, he saw a faint light flickering in the distance, thought for a few seconds, and walked over.
"Shashasha..."
…
The footprints left in the snow were quickly covered by new snow, and Richard walked to the place where the light appeared.
I saw that it was a tavern built on the roadside. It was not large in scale, but faint energy fluctuations were emitting from inside.
Richard stretched out his hand and knocked on the tavern door rhythmically.
"Bang bang bang, bang, bang bang bang!"
With a "squeak", the door opened, and a middle-aged man with a fiery red beard appeared. He must be the owner of the tavern. He glanced at Richard and asked in a buzzing voice: "Passing by?"
"Yeah." Richard nodded.
"Then come in quickly, this damn weather is freezing everyone to death." The owner of the tavern said, rubbing his hands and letting Richard in, he kindly pointed to a stove in the center of the tavern and said, "You can sit there for a while. Yes, warm yourself up first."
Richard nodded again, followed the tavern owner's words, and sat by the fire.
The stove was burning beside him, and sparks floated out from time to time, but for some reason, he never felt the warmth. At most, the chill that froze his soul was slightly relieved.
Richard frowned slightly and looked around the inside of the tavern while sitting.
It can be seen that this is indeed a very ordinary tavern, with a half-old bar counter, rickety wooden tables, the tavern owner just now, and scattered guests.
What is different from the previous hotels in the Wizarding World of Test Plane is that there are many people gathered around the largest table in the middle of the tavern, playing a very special kind of cards.
The size of playing cards, similar to playing cards on Earth, but thicker. The material is also very special. The surface is gilded and printed with exquisite patterns. The vague energy is constantly emitting from the inside of the cards, which is exactly what he sensed outside the tavern.
This is…
Richard approached the card playing table and stood on the periphery to observe.
There were two people playing cards at this time, one was a fat man and the other was also a fat man.
The first one is dressed as a farmer, and the second one... is also dressed as a farmer.
However, the first person is younger and the second person is older. They look like a father and son.
Richard observed for a long time and found that the rules of the playing cards were a bit special, and the content on the playing cards was too unusual. For example, on the cards, he saw images of wizards, orcs, and airships. He also saw images of jet fighters, self-propelled artillery, and nuclear bombs. picture of.
The people who play the game are no strangers to the patterns and even know their uses.
The young son played a "Airship" with all his strength, and the older father immediately connected with a "Jet Fighter".
"Your airship is too slow and does not have beyond-visual-range combat capabilities. I can completely suppress you." The older father commented, "The airship is a good card, but you played it a little too early. Gradually lose the advantage you have worked so hard to establish, my son."
"Dad, it's too early for you to speak. The airship I played was actually just a bait. The real killer move is here." As the young son spoke, he threw out the card with the pattern of the black-robed wizard and called He said, "Psychic Wizard, control your fighter plane so that I have absolute air superiority."
"It's hard to say. Don't forget that I still have the ultimate weapon."
"Snapped!"
The elderly father threw out the playing card with the "nuclear bomb" pattern on it, and an extremely mini mushroom cloud actually appeared on the table.
The onlookers around him exclaimed "Ah" in unison, and the young son pursed his lips.
The tavern owner behind the bar shouted dissatisfied: "Hey, be careful, don't damage my table!"
But no one paid any attention to him, and the game continued.
A few minutes later, the game ended with the elder father using the Doomsday Mech to kill the biotroll of his young son and win.
A smile appeared on his father's face, then he raised his head, looked at Richard and invited: "You seem to be a new face. I have been watching here for a long time. Do you want to play a game with me?"
"Me..." Richard thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'll just take a look."
"Okay." The older father didn't bother and started playing cards with another old man with rosacea of the same age.
Game after game, the card games continued, and the players changed one pair after another, but no matter who they were, they would send a sincere invitation to Richard after each game.
Without exception, Richard refused them all.
In his opinion, the things he is currently encountering are too strange. Before sufficient information is collected, nothing can be done without causing unnecessary problems.
In this way, the poker game went on for one hundred, two hundred, three hundred rounds...
When the 512th round was completed, Richard noticed that the father and son who had started playing cards sat back down on the table and started the game again.
…
"Airship!"
"Fighter."
"Psychic Wizard!"
"Nuclear bomb."
“…”
…
"Biotroll!"
"Doomsday Mecha, haha, my son, you lose."
The exact order of playing cards, the exact same results, and of course the exact same invitation after the game is over.
"You seem to be a new face. You have been watching here for a long time. Do you want to play a game with me?" The elderly father looked at Richard and asked.
At this time, Richard had left the card table and returned to the stove. After hearing this, his heart moved, and he suddenly guessed a certain truth.
The next moment, he put his hand straight into the stove and saw that there was no damage to his hand under the blazing fire.
Is that so...
Richard raised his eyebrows, looked at his elderly father, and responded: "Okay, let's have a game."