The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

However, the strength of the association depends on the fairness of the agreement.

If this is a meaningless fake contract, then their luck is not actually related.

The greater the fairness of the agreement and the greater its actual impact, the stronger the correlation effect will be.

Dekan wants to get an "opportunity to earn unlimited amounts of gold" from Chloix, but he also needs to pay an equal price.

Clearly, Decan's lifetime card service also has no upper limit on value, and it is difficult to estimate its exact value in gold coins.

Therefore, the agreement possesses a certain degree of fairness.

Under this agreement, for every extra 1 gold coin Dekan earns, it's equivalent to Chloix having to spend an extra 1 gold coin.

Therefore, Chloeux's powerful bad luck will cause Chloeux to lose more gold in luck-based actions, while Dekan will be able to earn more gold in luck-based actions because of Chloeux's bad luck.

Today, even the god of misfortune is being ruthlessly exploited by Dekan.

……

The sky outside was getting darker and darker.

In the underground club, the amounts between Dekan and the black-haired youth kept increasing.

Until the black-haired youth finally ran out of money.

Dekan chuckled and shook his head, asking the shopkeeper to help him exchange the gold coins for magic crystals as much as possible, then packed them into his suitcase and prepared to leave.

"and many more!"

The black-haired youth sat across from the card table, shouting with a resentful expression.

"What, are you trying to renege on your debt?"

Dekan asked with a smile.

"I'm out of money, but I still have magic cards. I can use all the cards except epic cards as stakes!"

"Ok?"

The black-haired youth quickly took out some rare purple magic cards with excellent effects and spread them out on the table.

Dekan frowned as he looked at the cards.

This guy's rank is really high.

Moreover, his cards are either equipment or body-enhancing spells, clearly following the same path as Cornelia's.

"If you want to leave, then leave; I accept my loss! But if you're still willing to gamble with me, I'll play along to the end!"

Looking at the black-haired youth's behavior—so impulsive yet so principled about card playing and martial ethics—Dekan felt a little reluctant to cheat him.

Dude, even if you're a gambling master, you can't beat me in terms of luck today!

"Forget it, losing these cards will only bring you more trouble."

Dekan sighed and shook his head.

However, the black-haired youth merely sneered:

"Heh, who do you take me for? Even without these magic cards, I'm still invincible! You're just afraid I'll beat you all in one fell swoop, aren't you!"

Dekan was speechless for a moment.

You may not be the king of luck, but you are certainly the madman of your generation.

This was the first time he had ever encountered such a benefactor.

Dekan really wasn't planning on using mystical powers to trick this guy anymore.

But this black-haired youth insisted on being so arrogant.

Dekan felt that if he didn't take another big hit out of him, he would be doing a disservice to his recklessness.

"Then let's continue."

And so began another high-stakes gamble that lasted several tens of minutes.

They kept gambling.

The black-haired youth had gambled away all the cards he could use to untie himself.

"If you keep losing, you'll lose everything. Can we leave now?"

The black-haired youth had gambled so much that he had even mortgaged his clothes to the club, exchanging them for a few coins for one last gamble.

In the end, they still lost to Dekan.

The black-haired youth lowered his head, biting his lip, clenching his fist tightly on the card table, and nodded with difficulty.

"Then we'll meet again someday."

Dekan had to admit that although this guy wasn't very bright, his card etiquette was excellent.

This guy probably has nothing left except epic cards.

However, epic cards are difficult to unbind.

Firstly, there is no amber material needed to untie it here, and even if it were possible to untie it, it would require a rather complicated process and a certain amount of time.

Even if he were willing to take it out, he couldn't turn it into a tradable stake.

Dekan and Chloeux prepared to leave, carrying the box of gold coins.

"Wait! I'll bet this on you!"

As he spoke, the black-haired youth took out a stamp from his pocket and slapped it on the card table.

He seemed to have been driven to the point of madness before he took this thing out.

"Ha, they even have a treasure to show off their family's wealth?"

Dekan glanced back at the guy's final bet with a hint of disdain.

He's already gambled away all his most frequently used magic cards, so what valuable things could he possibly have left?

However, when Dekan actually noticed the seal, his pupils suddenly trembled.

Dekan quickly maintained his acting skills, not letting his expression change, and pretended not to recognize the seal.

Because he can't let anyone know that he knows this thing!

Dekan is very familiar with this thing!

This is insane!

This is the testament of a bishop of the Resurrected Church!

196 Dekan the Great Conman

"This thing... seems to be an ancient magical artifact? But ordinary people can't use it, right? What use would I have for it?"

Dekan looked at the seal with some disdain and said.

He pretended to be an expert in appraising antiques, but he couldn't decipher the secret of the seal.

"This is my family heirloom. If I lose it to you, I will redeem it no matter the cost!"

The black-haired youth was clearly completely out of control, and he began to explain incoherently.

Although there are some issues with not having the bishop's certificate.

But in his view, the problem wasn't actually that big.

He has always been the freest man in the Church of Resurrection, and he even used his bishop's certificate as collateral before.

After all, for the average person, a bishop's certificate is just a piece of scrap metal.

Without bishop-level authority, it is impossible to activate a bishop's certificate.

"Since you've said that, I'll believe you."

Dekan smiled and placed the box on the card table.

“Let’s have one last round. I’m betting all the gold coins and magic cards I won from you before.”

This surprised the black-haired youth.

The value of this enigmatic seal, used as a wager, is entirely determined by his previous statement.

If Dekan really made such a heavy bet, it means that if the black-haired youth loses, he will have to pay a similarly heavy price to redeem it later.

"What's wrong? Are you hesitating?"

"No! I'll bet you!"

The black-haired youth did not back down; instead, his hands trembled with excitement.

This is the first time in history that has made his heart race!

It's amazing to have such a tense and exciting showdown.

He felt that if he could hear the truth in the morning, he could die content in the evening!

One minute later.

The black-haired youth crossed his fingers and pressed them against his forehead.

Sitting at the card table, he looked completely lifeless.

The result was as expected.

He lost to Dekan again.

"Is there really nothing left now?"

Dekan put away his bishop's certificate with satisfaction.

"..."

The black-haired youth remained silent.

After calming down, he finally realized that he had really lost everything, down to his last pair of pants.

"I'm not gambling anymore, I've lost."

The black-haired youth seemed to be experiencing extreme emptiness, and even his tone was no longer as arrogant as before.