“How’s it, Joker? What did you get from the box you bought yesterday?”
The question asked in a cheerful tone came from Dani, who was at the Butterfly shop the next morning. It was used to greet Joke, who arrived at around 10 A.M. with an apparent frown that everyone could sense.
“What’s with that face? Don’t tell me you got all the salt and nothing from that box.”
Dani narrowed his eyes, making Joke heave out a long sigh. He took out an object that resembled a document folder. With a glance, anyone could see that this was a folder used for keeping cards.
“What’s this?”
Dani asked with a surprised look. He did not expect Joke to be so prepared that he had bought a card folder for himself.
“I’ve put the stuff that looks worth selling in this folder. As for the worthless ones, I put them in a separate box to sell at an automatic card trading machine at CF.”