"Please." The father pointed to his young son's seat. The young son stepped aside automatically, and Richard sat on it without politeness.
At this time, someone brought a box with hundreds of cards in it and said to Richard: "Choose your cards. You should know the rules. You can only choose thirty-six cards. There are no more than two of the same card. The only quality card, no duplication is allowed, only one."
"Yeah." Richard responded and quickly picked out the cards.
Two minutes later, the selection was completed and the battle with the elderly father began, which went very quickly.
"Moonlight Bunny."
"Hungry wolf."
"Soldier."
"Lord."
"The Magic Knights."
"Magic Pattern Armorer."
"Nuclear bomb."
"Not coming out."
"Fighter."
"Not coming out."
"Orcs."
"Not coming out."
"Hey, what about... salt blasting technique?"
"Ice ring, dragon language spell, self-propelled artillery, paratroopers, three-stage shooting... Shadow Assassin. Well, I'm done." Richard "swiped" and threw out all the remaining cards in his hand.
The elderly father was stunned, put down the cards in his hand, and said: "It seems that you have indeed won."
"Yes." Richard said calmly, turned around and asked, "Who else wants to play with me?"
"Me." An old man with rosacea raised his hand, and Richard was not surprised by this.
The second card game is underway.
"The Band of Thieves."
"Lord."
"Shadow Assassin."
"Iron Knight."
"Polar storm."
"Not coming out."
"Lava Spell!"
"Not coming out."
"The Great Wizard of Darakos!"
"Not coming out."
"Moonlight Bunny."
"Hungry wolf, dragon language spell, self-propelled artillery... magic armor division." Richard skillfully threw out all the cards in his hand again, looked at the old man with rosacea and said, "I won."
"Okay." The old man with rosacea shrugged helplessly and left his seat. At this time, a blond woman sat down.
…
The third game, the fourth game, the fifth game...
Soon, everyone in the tavern was defeated by Richard, and finally the tavern owner couldn't help but take part in the fight himself.
But lose faster.
"Hungry wolf, self-propelled artillery, magic pattern armor division... lord." Richard dropped the cards, looked at the tavern owner and smiled, "I won again."
"Have I passed the test?" Richard continued to the tavern owner, "Then can I see the person behind you?"
"Huh?" The tavern owner put down the cards and was a little confused, "I don't understand what you said. But... your card playing skills are so good, maybe the city lord wants to meet you."
"How to meet him?"
"I'll take you there. There's a carriage outside the door." The tavern owner said, got up and walked out.
Richard followed.
…
Three minutes later, Richard sat in a four-wheel carriage.
Outside the carriage, the tavern owner drove the carriage himself, with four horses pulling the carriage. The wheels ran through the thick snow and moved forward along the road.
The carriage was very simple, with a square window more than thirty centimeters square on both sides. There was no obstruction. During the journey, snowflakes kept blowing in, hitting Richard's face and body.
After Richard entered the tavern, he felt that the slight chill suddenly intensified. His heart began to beat rapidly, trying to increase heat with faster blood circulation, and his bones also trembled, but there was no obvious effect.
The joints connecting bones were frozen bit by bit, making it difficult for Richard to move. He couldn't help but wonder whether walking out of the tavern was a good choice.
It looked like he might freeze to death on the road.
Although he didn't think that freezing to death like this was real death, it was not a good thing after all.
Frowning deeply, he bent down and stood up holding on to the carriage, and walked to the door of the carriage with difficulty. Richard asked loudly to the tavern owner driving the carriage: "How long until we reach your city lord's mansion?"
"Right away!" the tavern owner responded, pointing forward, "Look, it's right there!"
Richard looked along and saw a rushing river appearing in front of the road.
Before he could react, the tavern owner had already driven his carriage into the river.
"Plop!"
Huge water splashed, and Richard closed his eyes subconsciously. The cold river water rushed in quickly. The moment the river water with broken ice touched his skin, he felt like countless knives were cutting him.
At this time, the heartbeat frequency in his body reached the highest ever, almost exploding.
"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"
The sound of blood hitting the walls of blood vessels will continue to echo in the ears.
Then, an extremely sharp sound broke in again, almost piercing the eardrum.
The voice repeatedly said: "The transmission of consciousness data is completed, the body is recovering, and the recovery level is 62%..."
"Conscious data transmission is completed, the body is recovering, and the recovery level is 85%..."
"The transmission of consciousness data has been completed, and the body is recovering, with a recovery level of 99%..."
"Conscious data transmission is completed, the body is recovering, and the recovery is successful!"
"brush!"
Richard opened his eyes.
The cold liquid covering his body quickly subsided, and he sat up from a capsule-shaped transparent container.
Opening the lid of the container, he jumped out and found himself in a small room. The walls of the room were made of metal, and soft light emitted from the metal surface, illuminating everything in the room.
The entire room was very simple. Except for the container he walked out of, there was a minimalist style clothes hanger. On the clothes hanger was a set of clothes that were exactly the same as what he had worn before - a slim-fitting black wizard robe, underwear, and tight trousers. Next to it was a pair of boots.
Richard moved his eyebrows, but without hesitation, he quickly put on his clothes, opened the door to the room and walked out.
Outside the door is a long corridor made of metal.
At the end of the long corridor, there is a large room that looks like a laboratory.
In the laboratory, a man was operating something at a table with his back on his back.
The operation lasted about ten seconds. The other party seemed to sense something, stopped what he was doing, and turned around to look.
The moment he saw the other person, Richard couldn't help but be startled. He almost thought he was seeing a mirror - because the other person looked exactly like him.
Same eyes, same nose, same ears.
Same face, same height, same body shape.
His replica
Richard's eyes flashed slightly.
Then it suddenly dawned on him: Yes, it was a copy, but the other person was not a copy of him, but he was a copy of the other person. At least the body he has now should be modeled after the other person.
It's just... It wouldn't be troublesome to change it slightly.
Do you need to be so lazy and make them exactly the same
When Richard was thinking this, the other party spoke, seemingly not surprised at all by Richard's appearance.
He spread his hands and said calmly to Richard: "Welcome to the real world."