Chapter 52 9 of Hearts...People in the world are not yet mature enough to listen to the story of Floyd's playing cards...

I felt the last pages of Bun's book teasing my right index finger.Now I see that these pages are written in a font of normal size.I keep the magnifying glass on the bedside table, I no longer need to use it to read this little book. Soon, my grandson, you will come to the village of Dulph and receive the Flood Poker and the Secret of the Magic Island.Everything that Albert told me that night, as far as I can remember, I have written down.Two months after the story was told, the old baker passed away.I am the next baker in this village. After hearing the story of Rainbow Soda, I immediately wrote it down and decided to write it in Norwegian.That way you'll understand it and prevent natives from reading the book.It's just that I haven't used Norwegian for many years, and I have forgotten a lot.

I have been afraid to visit you in Norway, partly because I don't know what Lini will think of me, and partly because I don't have the courage to defy the predictions of the past.According to this prophecy, you will come to this village one day in the future. I wrote this book on an ordinary typewriter.No matter how small the font is, you can't find it no matter how you look for it.Fortunately, a few weeks ago, I heard that the village bank had a wonderful machine.The machine is capable of photocopying—with each copy, the font gets smaller.I photocopied the manuscript eight times, and the font was reduced to fit a tiny book.Child, didn’t the clown already give you a magnifying glass? I should have recorded the whole story, but Hans only remembered part of the lines chanted by the dwarfs at the banquet on the Magic Island.Fortunately, I received a letter yesterday with a list containing all the lines of "The Clown Game".Needless to say, the letter was from the Joker.

I'll call Lini as soon as you come to Dulf Village.Maybe one day our family will be reunited. Oh] We few Dulph village bakers, more or less buffoons, have a magical story to tell.But this story will never be as widely circulated as the others.Yet, like all clowns—whether on a large scale or a small game of poker—we have a duty to tell people that the world is an incredible fairy tale.We know it's not easy to get people to open their eyes and take a good look at this huge, amazing world.Before their eyes are opened, the world that exists around them is a mystery to them.People in the world are not mature enough to listen to the story of Floyd's playing cards.

Someday, in the land of the future, people all over the world will hear the story told in my bun book.Until that day comes, every fifty-two years, someone will try a rainbow soda. One thing, you must never forget: clowns are still alive in the world.Even though all the cards are blind in an earth-shattering card game, the clown still believes that some people have sharp eyes.His faith will never waver. Grandson, I wish you well.May you father and son find your mother in the southern kingdoms.When you grow up, make sure to come to Dulph Village. The last few pages of this bun book are the notes made by the clown, which contain all the lines recited many years ago by the gnomes of the Magic Island in "The Clown's Game": Silver brig, sinking in In rough seas.Sailors drift onto an ever-expanding island.He had a deck of cards hidden in his pocket, which was now lying out in the sun.The fifty-three pictures on the playing cards have accompanied the son of the master glass factory master through many long years.

Before the cards faded, fifty-three dwarfs took shape in the lonely sailor's mind. The strange-looking characters dance lightly in the heart of the owner.While the master is asleep, the gnomes live freely.One fine morning, the king and his entourage climbed out of the prison of consciousness. The image leaps from the mind into the outer world.The magician flicked his sleeves, created something out of nothing, and several little people jumped out alive.The figures born out of fantasy are beautiful in appearance, but all but one lose their minds.Only the lone buffoon sees through this deception.

The sparkling drink stupefied the Harlequin's senses.The clown spit out the sparkling drink, no longer drinking the "deception" clown, and his thinking became clearer.Fifty-two years later, the shipwrecked grandson came to this village. The truth is hidden in the cards.The truth is, the son of the glassmaker was playing a trick on his own fantasies.A figure from fantasy who wages a wild rebellion against his master.Soon the master died; his murderers were a bunch of dwarves. The sun princess fled to the sea.The magic island was destroyed by internal strife.The gnomes became playing cards again.

The baker's son escapes before the fairy tale ends. Back in the motherland, the clown slips away from behind a dirty boat shed.The baker's son fled to a remote village and settled down over the mountains.The baker hides the treasures of the magic island.The future is revealed in the cards. The villagers took in the lonely little boy.The baker gave him a sparkling drink and showed him the beautiful goldfish.The boy was old and his hair was gray, but before he died an unfortunate soldier came to the village from the northern lands.That soldier guards the secrets of the magic island.

Unbeknownst to the soldier, the shaved girl gave birth to a beautiful male doll.When the boy grew up, he was forced to go to sea to make a living because he was the son of the enemy.The sailor marries a beautiful woman; she runs away from home after giving birth to her child, and goes south to find herself.Father and son go out together, looking for the beautiful woman who lost himself. The dwarf stretched out his cold hand, showed the way to a distant village, and then took out a magnifying glass and gave it to the boy from the north.The size of the magnifying glass just fits the gap of the goldfish bowl.Goldfish won't reveal the island's secrets, but Rolly Schoolbag will.The bun maker is the soldier from the north.

Something about the grandfather is hidden in the cards.Fate is like a snake that is so hungry that it devours itself.When the inner box opens the outer box, the outer box opens the inner box.Destiny spreads out in every direction like a cauliflower crown. The boy discovered that the bun maker was his own grandfather, and at the same time the bun master also discovered that the boy from the north was his own grandson.The bun maker shouted into the magic funnel, and his voice was heard hundreds of miles away.Sailors spat out strong drinks.A beautiful woman who couldn't find herself, but found her beloved son.

Card games are a family curse.There's always a buffoon who sees through the whole hoax. From generation to generation, a clown who will never be destroyed by time roams the earth forever. Those who see through fate must bear the torture of fate.