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Chapter 132 Greed
What kind of card is this?
Casimola was a little disappointed, why did the golden card have this attribute.

He held the card in his hand and looked back and forth. It was indeed a golden legend, but why it had no attack power!
This is a golden card.

There is a feeling of being cheated in my heart. I knew it would be better to sell the cards in the underground trading market.

Sitting on a chair with anger...

Such a good opportunity was lost in vain, and I'm afraid it has been bought away now when I go back.

"It's a pity, it's a pity." He sighed, looking at the dark sky...

Probably this is his own destiny.

It has been more than 15 years since I got the summoning crystal at the age of [-], and after I got the first card from the old man in the village, I went on the road of card duelist.

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

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

So far this year, I haven't won a single battle...I don't know how far away the first victory is!

It is precisely because of this that I followed Xiao Dao's advice and went to the underground trading market to see if I could find a key card that could change my card library as they said.

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

Ugh!
Thinking of this, Casimola sighed again, feeling as if fate had played a joke on him.

And it was a joke that I couldn't even laugh out loud!

"Cassie... are you there? Come out quickly. Tonight we invited some friends to drink together, do you want to come over?" At this time, the door was knocked, and the voice of another man with a cigarette came in.

"Are you still sleeping, now is not the time for you to sleep. The night life has just begun!"

He knocked heavily on the door several more times, but Casimola still did not respond.

Probably the other party felt that there was no one inside. After knocking a few times, they stopped knocking, and then there was the sound of the other party going downstairs.

"Damn it, Rhodes. Shut up early, don't you know that I'm preparing for tomorrow's battle?" Casimola murmured.

In fact, I don't have anything to prepare. Among the four-star duelists, duelists of the 'older generation' like myself are everyone's favorite to meet, because once they meet, they will have a great chance of winning.

Just those few decks of my own were figured out and ruined.

No amount of change will work, and as I get older, my own responsiveness begins to decline.

Hard!

It began to feel more and more difficult to fight.

I've almost lost hundreds of games this year, so what preparations are there!It's just to comfort myself.

"That...you want to tell him to shut up?"

The sudden voice interrupted Casimola's thoughts, and he turned his head abruptly.

In the room suddenly appeared a strange little thing standing on the table, almost scaring Casimola to open the door and run away.

"Oh, don't worry about my master, I am your loyal servant!" A reply came from the table.

Servant?

Casimola looked curiously at the small monster in front of him.

Less than half a meter tall, standing on the table is about the same height as those pets, covered in dark red skin, pointed nose, long ears, big eyes, exuding a smell of soot like a charcoal oven Taste, like a 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 is not very good at talking, but he tried to maintain a humble kindness in his eyes, which made Casimola calm down a little.

He noticed the way the kid looked.

This……

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

"Are you this card?" Tried to ask.

"That's right, master!"

It was the first time for Casimola to see a card servant that could appear without a crystal summon.

"Then the master wants that guy to shut up?" the kid asked again.

It was only at this time that Casimola seriously looked at the opponent. Apart from his disgusting appearance, his whole body was thin and weak, and he had no strength. What are these cards used for?

"What do you know?" Pulling the chair next to him, he simply sat down and asked in front of the other party.

"As long as the master wants, I can do it...Of course, there are some conditions."

Casimola took another look at the card in the box:
[Blood or gold, everything has a price. ]: Tell me what you want, and then tell me what you can give me!
Does that mean it can be exchanged?
"Is everything okay?"

"Yes, anything is fine!"

Casimola still had some disbelief and wanted to confirm again.

"Then..." He opened his mouth to think about what he needed. It's not unheard of such a story.

Almost every child should have heard such a fantasy story, a person who gives you something, but you need to exchange something of your own, sounds good.

But what does the other party need? ! !

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

"I want an epic card, can you give it to me? Or elites are also fine." Worried that the other party's requirements were too harsh, Casimola tried to lower the requirements as much as possible.

"That's easy, I just need a hair from the master." The kid replied.

A hair!
So simple.

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

When the kid cut the opponent's hair with one hand, he groped for an epic card in his palm with the other hand and handed it over.

"This is it."

Casimola held it in his hand and looked at it...

Epic, really an epic card.

That's great, that's great.

Tomorrow's battle can be won by itself.

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

Uh.

Looking at the little ghost's humble eyes, it folded its hands on its chest like a servant who has been waiting for his order.

"Anything is okay?" He approached the other party and wanted to ask again.

"Of course." The kid nodded.

"Then... I want the proprietress of this shop to come over, can I? What do you need?" There was a strange light in his eyes.

"As long as the owner has a fingernail, it will do."

ho~
Casimola never thought that such a day would happen to him, he hurriedly took out a short knife from his pocket, then cut off the long-grown nail and handed it to the other party.

When the little ghost got nail shells, the door was knocked again.

"Casimora! Are you there?"

It is a voice full of temptation.

Casimola even felt his whole blood swell.

"You hide, you hide first!" He hurriedly called the kid to go back, and then went to open the door by himself.

outside the door,

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

"Cassie..."

There are so many styles, even a single call can make Casimola want to stop.

(End of this chapter)