There was a thick stack of cards in front of Shirley.
The cards were neatly arranged inside the iron box. There was one stack in each of the four corners, and two in the middle. Since Shirley was facing away from them, she couldn't see the cards clearly. She only saw that the back of each card looked exactly the same, which was full of geometric patterns and lines. It almost looked like something out of a kaleidoscope.
"What's this?" Shirley looked at Angor in confusion. Were these things for magicians? How come she didn't know anything about them?
Angor didn't explain. Instead, he gestured for Shirley to take them out herself.
Shirley hesitated and reached out to touch one of the cards. As soon as she touched it, all the cards inside the box seemed to come to life and flew out of the box. They arranged themselves in a regular pattern and circled around Shirley.
Finally, Shirley saw the contents of the cards.
There were four different designs, namely hearts, spades, diamonds, and clubs. There were thirteen cards of each design, and each card was marked with a number and picture. At this moment, the cards were all revolving around Shirley at a uniform speed.
The only exception was that there were two cards in the box that hadn't been touched, sitting quietly in the middle of the box. Even though the design on the back of the card was the same as the other cards, it gave Shirley an indescribable sense of solemnity that set it apart from the other four cards.
She still didn't know what these cards were, but she felt a sense of familiarity with them. Somehow, she felt that they were a perfect match for her.
Greya looked at the cards with a strange glint in her eyes.
She had a feeling that she had seen these cards somewhere before.
Since Shirley couldn't find any clues from the 52 cards she already knew, she focused on the last two cards in the box.
When Sharee's fingers picked up one of the cards, a strange laughter suddenly sounded.
Shirley's fingertips trembled, and the card suddenly slid out. Immediately afterward, a burst of white mist erupted from the center of the card, and a clown in black and white appeared in front of her in a strange posture, wearing a comical costume embroidered with four different patterns.
As soon as the clown showed up, everything around her went dark as if she was in a dark night without any source of light.
She couldn't see anything except for the clown's strange and shrill laughter.
Before Shirley knew what was going on, a hand suddenly reached out and took out the card floating in front of her.
When the hand touched the card, the clown who had jumped out of the card returned to the card, and the surrounding darkness faded away in an instant, returning to the world of light.
She finally realized who was holding the card. It was Greya, who had been watching from the side all this time.
Greya was studying the card from the clown with a frown.
"This card … I think it appeared in Sleepless City?" Greya spoke in a low voice with a serious tone.
Sleepless City? Shirley didn't know whether Greya was referring to Sleepless City, which was destroyed by the Evernight Kingdom, or the city that was forced to leave the Evernight Kingdom and build a new city.
Shally didn't know what she meant, but Angor knew what Greya was talking about.
A monster from the Nightmare Realm – the Joker Card, or Ghost Card.
"You've seen this card before?" Angor asked curiously. He accidentally released the card at Midnight Sovereign in Darkivil Empire. Later, he heard that the card went to the Evernight Kingdom with Fox Zither and Frog Chanter. However, he didn't see it in Sleepless City.
Greya shook her head. "No. But Candy House has its own information network. I heard that a similar card appeared in Sleepless City. But it's much bigger than this one."
Greya inspected the card carefully and didn't find anything special about it. She then handed it back to Shirley. She didn't know what to do with the card. She looked at Angor in confusion, hoping to get an answer from him.
Since Angor was the one who made the card, he didn't want to keep it a secret. "It's a deck of cards."
What's a deck of cards? This was the first time Shirley heard of such a strange name. Although she vaguely felt a sense of closeness, would a magician really need such an item? Also, what does this deck of cards do?
Shirley didn't ask these questions out loud, but her eyes told her everything.
Angor considered. "It's a place far, far away from the wizarding world. But at the same time, magicians also developed there. And poker cards are a kind of hand of a magician, or rather, a tool card. "
"Magicians used these cards to create a series of magic tricks, which are collectively known as card tricks."
Although this was the first time Shirley had heard of card magic, as a professional magician, she could tell that the cards around her were filled with numbers, patterns, and images. These cards seemed to be logically connected, and in her opinion, they might really be able to create a series of wondrous magic tricks.
"I can show you a simple card trick," said Angor.
Angor didn't plan to do it himself. He tapped the table with his finger, and an illusion appeared around them.
It was a grand theater filled with the aura of the upper class. On the stage stood a tall man wearing a magician's outfit. Below the stage stood a group of nobles dressed like gentlemen. The air was filled with the smell of wine and extravagance.
A bright light shone on the gentleman magician and attracted everyone's attention. He began to tell some dirty jokes that the commoners didn't understand, but the nobles all knew what he was talking about. When the mood was about right, he took out a deck of cards and shuffled them while speaking in a professional manner.
Amateurs would be confused, but Sally's eyes grew brighter and brighter the more she watched. Magician's fancy yet elegant shuffling of cards made Sally unable to help but imitate him barehanded.
The magician's speech, temperament, and behavior were different from Shirley's, but they all had their own elegance. In particular, his actions, words, and all kinds of hints made Shirley realize that if this person was a real person, he would definitely be an extremely renowned master magician.
After shuffling the cards, the magician stepped down from the stage.
The light above his head followed him, and everyone's eyes followed him.
The magician went to one of the tables below the stage, which had the best viewing position. The person sitting there was also wearing the most luxurious clothes. He must be the most distinguished person in the theater.
The magician stopped in front of the table and made some pleasantries. Then, he moved on to the main topic — the magic show.
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