Miracle Card Shop: All My Cards Can Be Actualize

Chapter 692 The New Land

692 The New Land

"Oh! Almost forgot," The Keeper's voice rang out behind him. Daniel quickly turned around to find The Keeper standing there, smiling.

"Right now, it's 490 AD. People here are speaking Old English. I don't think you're proficient enough to understand what they're saying," The Keeper said. "So... this is a little service from me." He snapped his fingers.

Daniel felt a subtle shift within him, though he couldn't quite pinpoint what had changed. Then, The Keeper spoke in a language Daniel was certain he was hearing for the first time. @@@@

"Gecnawest þū mē, Hlæford Emberwīf?" (Do you understand me, Mr. Emberweave?)

Hearing this, Daniel was stunned. This was clearly the first time he had heard such a language. "Is this Old English? It's so different from modern English! Too different! It's like an entirely new language!" he thought.

Yet, despite its unfamiliarity, Daniel realized he could understand it perfectly.

"How does this work? What did you do?" Daniel asked The Keeper, a mix of curiosity and confusion in his voice.

"Just a simple perceptual alteration. Now, any Old English you hear will be automatically translated into modern English in your mind, and you'll subconsciously reply to Old English speakers in their language. Think of it as an auto-translation spell, like the ones you've read about in those cheap Isekai novels in the shelter," The Keeper replied with a smile.

"Hey! They're not cheap! They're the romance of youth and the dream to break free from endless 9/9/6 salaryman life!" Daniel retorted, feeling strangely offended by The Keeper's comment on his favorite novel genre.

The Keeper shrugged and chuckled softly before bidding him farewell. "Good luck, Mr. Emberweave. I hope you'll accumulate enough points to unlock the Cosmic War set."

After The Keeper returned to the shop, Daniel was left alone in the vast green plain. He sighed and began making his way toward the nearest village.

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After a brief scuffle and beatdown, a group of naked, muscular men lay sprawled on the ground. Most were either unconscious, missing their front teeth from excessive blunt force, or writhing in pain from severe trauma that left them incapable of doing anything more than groaning in agony.

Standing amidst the chaos, Daniel sifted through the pile of clothes he had stripped from the men, trying to find the cleanest option. The task, however, was proving far more challenging than expected. Each garment carried its own uniquely revolting smell—one reeked heavily of urine, another of cow dung, and the last had an indescribable stench that seemed like a nauseating mix of human waste. It was as if he were being forced to choose between evils: which odor was the lesser torment to endure?

"God... I hate this era already. If anyone ever tries to tell me the Middle Ages were like a fairy tale come true, I swear I'll slap their bloody mouth," Daniel grumbled, his frustration growing.

[Correction: Considering we are in 490 AD, approximately 80 years after the sack of Rome by King Alaric of the Visigoths, this is the Dark Ages, sir,] Nexus Prime, the AI housed in the personal console on Daniel's wrist, chimed in.

"Fine! Dark Ages!" Daniel snapped, rolling his eyes.

"Prime, can you scan these and tell me which one is least likely to give me a rash or some kind of skin disease?" Daniel asked, trying to suppress the irritation in his voice.

Glancing at the group of naked, muscular men sprawled on the ground, Daniel let out a mischievous smile before setting all the clothes ablaze. Once the fire had consumed the garments, he reached into his universal pocket and pulled out a plain, deep-blue robe with a hood. He put it on, concealing his modern attire entirely beneath the robe.

This robe was just an ordinary piece of clothing, not some magical artifact. Having just arrived in this era and place, Daniel lacked a controlled location to channel mana, rendering his vast stock of mana vials and even the Chromatic Philosopher's Stone in his universal pocket useless.

Daniel stepped out from the hidden spot on the outskirts of the village and walked into its boundaries. The villagers' eyes were still on him, but their gazes lacked the intense curiosity they had shown earlier when he had been dressed in modern attire.

First things first, if Daniel wanted to use his spell cards, he needed land he could claim as his own.

In this dark age, claiming land was far more complicated than in modern times, when one could simply purchase property with money. Land ownership required enough force to protect it and formal recognition of authority. Unfortunately, the land belonged to the Anglo-Saxon king, and Daniel was just a nobody. There was no way he could claim a plot already owned by a king or one of the lords under him.

Should he off the lord ruling this village and claim it for himself? Nah... that would be too much trouble. Besides, Daniel lacked sufficient information about this place and its political landscape.