Book 4 Chapter 24: Heart Deck Specialist

Book 4 Chapter 24: Heart Deck Specialist

You are a very, very lucky young man, the heart deck specialist said gravely, looking down at Arthur through a pair of spectacles he had perched on the end of his nose. I have seen a card anchor failure of this magnitude kill people, or else damage their heart deck so badly theyll never be able to use a card again.

That hasnt happened to me, Arthur said. He knew that for a fact because, while he was still weirdly sore in that indefinable way he couldnt quite put his finger on, it wasnt as bad as it had been even a few hours before. But mostly, it was that his Charlatan Siphon card had copied several of the mans diagnostic spells all Rare that he had cast over him.New n0vel chapters are published on

Unfortunately, because they were spells and not skills, he couldnt keep them.

But they had been copied just fine, and it felt like hed be able to use them if he wanted.

Or he would if he still had a mana card.

Arthur had also been worried that the specialist would be able to sense the Legendary cards in his heart deck. If he had, though, he hadnt said anything about it. In fact, all his attention was focused on Arthurs card anchor.

No, the specialist agreed heavily. As I said, you were unfathomably lucky. Though He had grabbed Arthurs arm upon his first examination and hadnt given it back yet. He bent down to examine the anchor so close that his nose almost brushed the inside of Arthurs wrist. Unfortunately, it seems that the integrity of this card anchor is gone.

Can you fix it? Arthur asked.

The man snorted and straightened to look at him. Fix it? No, the anchor is well beyond that. And I would recommend that you never add another one of these things to your body again.

Never? Arthur asked, his voice rising in an undignified squeak. He was glad that Marion had been kicked out of the room the moment the specialist entered.

The specialist gave him a hard look. Card anchors are, as far as Im concerned, a workaround to a perfectly natural and balanced system. Anchor failure is distressingly common not that anchor salespeople will ever admit it. You should be happy with the cards you have in your heart and from what I can feel from the power of you, youve got quite a lot. It must be nearly full. He reached out and poked Arthur on the chest, right over his heart. My suggestion would be to develop these and stop worrying about what else you can collect.

Im going into the Dark Heart. Ill need every advantage that I can get, Arthur said firmly.

For more cards, right? The specialist rolled his eyes to the ceiling. Dont get me started on that nonsense, either. People get themselves killed every single time. And for what? We have perfectly functional cards available for sale from the city. But no, people arent happy with that. They always want more.

The mans screed reminded Arthur of Red, his former caravan master. The man had very strong feelings about card users in general, and also thought that having cards went against the general order of the world.

Arthur hadnt listened to Red, either.

What happens if I add another card anchor? he asked, bluntly.

The specialist scowled and then admitted, It should be possible, though I cannot recommend against it strongly enough. Give it a long rest before you do as in a year at least and add that card anchor to your other arm.

Arthur opened his mouth to object: A year?!

But the man spoke over him. And if you dont listen to my good advice and do it anyway, then for the sake of your first card, add it to your other arm. Dont be an idiot and add it to your neck, your forehead, or wherever else your pigheaded generation thinks is cool nowadays. He made air quotes around the word cool. Youre lucky you didnt lose your hand when your card anchor failed. Imagine what would happen if one on your neck exploded. His voice raised to a near shout. Youd lose your fool head, thats what! Or come away with brain damage. So put it on your arm and I hope for your sake its the hand you like the least.

Arthur nodded, figuring this was good sense, at least. He wasnt sure how hed look with an anchor tattoo in the middle of his forehead anyway.

I cant access the cards inside my anchor. Whats happened to them?

Well now. The specialist leaned back in his chair and folded his hands in his lap. Thats an interesting question. Some scholars say that the cards will eventually be returned to the world. I think this has some merit as every conceivable spell or magical ability has been put into cards, so its reasonable to say nothing can truly be lost

I mean, Arthur said dryly. How can I get them back out?

Theyre gone, foolish boy, the specialist said harshly, taking Arthur back. They were likely shattered along with your card anchor and now spinning off into the void wherever it is all good cards go when they die.

But-- Arthur sputtered. But

Better than rotting in your arm, Id say. Card anchors are meant to break like that. At least, the good ones are. Seeing Arthur's stunned expression, his attitude eased. Im sorry. Im sure that represented a good deal of wealth to you, but its the risk we all take with card anchors. A bit of sarcasm crept back into his voice. Surely, the person who gave you the tattoo told you there were some risks involved.

No, Arthur said. Then, What other risks?

Well, what did you think would happen if, say, you got in a knife fight and the lines of the anchor were slashed? Or cooking? Yes, I see those little burn marks on your fingers. Or simple sun damage. Moles happen, you know.

Arthur was briefly struck dumb. I never considered that.

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Well, maybe you should, he said shortly.

With a sinking feeling, Arthur was starting to understand what the specialist meant when he said hed been very lucky.

Brixaby stared at it for a moment with unsettling concentration on his sharp face. Then he reached out with two pincer-like claws and nothing.

He grabbed again, this time the tips of his claws lightly scratching Arthurs dead, scratchy tattoo.

Again, nothing.

That spark of hope began to dim.

I can sense them. Barely, Brixaby said. But theres not enough for me to grab onto.

Do you think theyre still whole?

I do, but Brixaby stared at his wrist with narrowed red eyes. I cant quite get a grip on them.

There has to be some way, Arthur growled under his breath. Then he stilled as an idea struck him.

Brixaby noticed at once. What is it?

Arthur didnt respond. His mind was too full, racing with excitement. He hadnt thought of that particular skill in a while not since hed linked with Brixaby.

It was a ridiculous cheat. Too good to be true.

And yet

Arthur placed two fingers on his broken card anchor tattoo and concentrated hard on his Card Shuffling skill. He narrowed his focus to the task of withdrawing a card from the deck he knew was in the card anchor.

Slowly but surely his fingers came away with the healing card, Moderate Self-Repair.

As he lifted it out, he felt as though something was physically removed from him. He reflexively checked his mana pool and remembered he didnt have one without access to his card.

He was also unexpectedly out of breath.

How did you do that? Brixaby demanded, then sat back as realization dawned. Of course. You must have accessed my Call of The Void card.

No, Arthur said with a half-laugh. He flicked the card at Brixaby playfully. I used my Card Shuffling skill.

That thats ridiculous, Brixaby said.

But Arthur didnt listen. He concentrated on pulling out another card: Phase In, Phase Out. Then Mana Amendment, Mana Vault, and The Perfect Snip.

Soon, all his cards not in his heart deck were spread out over the bed, and he was completely exhausted.

Brixaby, can you hide these? I think I think I need to take a break.

Brixaby grumbled something under his breath.

What was that? Arthur asked.

Why have you not developed a card tricks skill yet?

You mean, disappearing cards and then reappearing them like a street magician? he joked.

But Brixaby looked completely serious.

Arthur took a breath, thinking, When I discovered what it could do so many things happened all at once. And your egg was found not long after.

I see, Brixaby said. Well, that is understandable, then. I would be much more of a distraction, and my ability comes from a card which makes it superior overall. I doubt you could shuffle a card from someones heart deck.

Arthur nodded and glanced down at the wealth in front of him. His cards, of course, but also the shards.

He looked at Brixaby. Theres more than enough shards here to form cards.

The dragon smiled evilly. That is my thought, too.