WHAT?!

"What is this?" As the waitress accepts the card from Jordan and stares down at it, she asks, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"Hahaha, Jordan, did you pick up a play card on the floor? When did debit start being gold in color?" Henry jeers, laughing mockingly at him.

"That you don't know the card, is that what makes it a play card that I picked on the floor?" Jordan scoffs. "Anyways, your reaction is well expected, I would have been even surprised if any of you knew the card because the card is only one in the entire country, specially made for me."

"Hah, what is that? Isn't he exaggerating too much?" A diner frowns. "He is just a pauper; how could he have a card that is only one in the country and is specially made for him? In fact, when has it ever been heard that a card was specially made for someone? Even the King of Zephyria might not have such card, who is he to?"

"He must be playing games with us all! Hah, he has no money and he made such a scene. How infuriating."

"Well, I'm
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