Chapter 502: Chapter 152: The Weight of the Crown, and Subversion!
"Yeah, if he really found rlin’s tomb, he wouldn’t be interested in an ordinary person’s grave." Newt Scamander made a sensible judgnt.
Just then.
Nicolas Flal, who was pouring tea for them, shook his head.
"It’s not for that reason, but because I just gave him a new address, he might already be preparing to go dig up Arthur Pendragon’s resting place." Nicolas Flal handed the brewed tea to the two, only to find that their raised hands were trembling.
"You..."
Newt Scamander already didn’t know what to say anymore. Everyone knew Nicolas Flal was a joker, so he even began suspecting that Ian was led astray by the alchemy master in front of him.
Tina as well.
"How could you dare!"
She was indeed an Arican.
Her voice was filled with disbelief at this mont.
"Actually, it’s just to verify a hypothesis... not just wanting to conspire with little wizards to cause chaos." Nicolas Flal laughed softly.
Newt Scamander and Tina suddenly beca curious.
"What hypothesis?"
"You better not try to fool us."
Clearly, Newt Scamander didn’t quite believe Nicolas Flal’s words.
"That tomb, I found it early on, however, but I haven’t been able to enter it, because no magic can break through the threshold needed to get in."
"I thought if Little Ian could enter rlin’s tomb, maybe he could also enter King Arthur’s tomb... it’s just an hypothesis." Nicolas Flal returned to his desk, swinging the tea bag constantly in the cup, his eyes reflecting the swirling dark vortex in the cup.
"What threshold?"
Newt Scamander blew on the tea cup he picked up.
Nicolas Flal was silent for a mont.
"The qualification to bear its weight."
He gave a seemingly logical answer.
......
While Nicolas Flal was talking with old friends.
Room of Requirent.
"Sequence!"
"Sequence!"
"Plane!"
"Double King bomb for a spring!"
Ian was gleefully cheering at a table he had cleared out. To his left was a Dentor, to his right was a black-robed Skeleton, as he was teaching two non-human beings how to play the card ga.
Of course.
He also gave this form of entertainnt a very down-to-earth na.
[Dueling Witch King]
All made from self-drawn playing cards, the big and small kings were made into Grindelwald and Dumbledore, while the four deans were respectively on JQKA cards.
The four giants of different suits were dressed in different shaded clothes.
He truly maxed out on the localization adjustnts.
"Again! Again!"
Winning with great excitent, Ian eagerly reshuffled the cards.
"Pair of six!"
Since this hand wasn’t as good as the last one, Ian full of pairs cards could only try to play along with pairs— the Dentor, still sowhat confused, shook its head.
Obviously, it still didn’t quite grasp the ga’s rules.
Whereas the black-robed Skeleton was much savvier.
"Seventeen Kings... I’ll bomb spring too..."
Hmm.
Or perhaps overly clever.
Watching the raspy-voiced black-robed Skeleton spread its hands to reveal seven Dumbledores, eight Grindelwalds, Little Wizard’s eyes bulged like ice cream scoops.
"Gosh! What did you do!? Cheating!" Ian swore he only put a pair of kings in the deck as he grabbed the black-robed Skeleton’s icy arm bone.
"What’s cheating?"
The black-robed Skeleton tilted its head.
With a firm tone.
"What’s cheating? I have seventeen Kings... and bomb spring!"
With those words from the black-robed Skeleton.
So force seed to work.
The seventeen cards in its hand began to change. Blossoms began growing on the cards, then the flowers and cards together turned red.
"Boom~"
Not too intense.
But the smoky explosion sounded in the Room of Requirent.
"Pfft pfft pfft!"
It truly launched Little Wizard into a flip, face black with soot. The black-robed Skeleton seed to have fallen in love with the ga, as Ian finished washing his face and realized it had already sorted the deck.
"Not a single missing card? Didn’t the cards just get blasted?"
Watching the black-robed Skeleton start dealing.
Ian gradually sensed sothing not right.
Indeed.
"This ti no cheating! No card transforming! No magic use!"
After sternly warning the black-robed Skeleton.
"Seventeen Ians, effect... no card transforming, no magic use." Black-robed Skeleton spread its hand again, all seventeen cards had pictures of Ian sitting on the table.
However.
Little Wizard couldn’t spare the ti to admire his own glamour on the cards — Ian sensed around him an invisible confinent, applied to the entire Room of Requirent.
It was what he once utilized with magic potion to complete... Absolute Forbidden Magic Domain.
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