'What kind of family does this kid come from?!'
Little Flower's father's hands were practically trembling as he stopped Alaric from tossing the card into the pile of *Three Kingdoms Kill* cards. His voice was fraught with anxiety:
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Alaric, that card isn't for the game! Put it away, make sure you put it away safely. Don't lose it!"
At the same time, several other parents looked over, their gazes landing in unison on Alaric's face.
The cheerful, high-spirited atmosphere was instantly shattered.
Most of the people there were worldly and well-informed. Even if they didn't possess such things themselves, they knew a thing or two about the lives of the ultra-rich, and most of them recognized those cards.
One after another, they fell into an eerie silence.
Alaric blinked, looking a little bewildered.
