The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

"Heh, if it weren't for the money I took from Carlos, I would have taken this opportunity to kill you right now."

Carlos is the name of the Bishop of Falsehood.

"Clay" made no attempt to conceal his murderous intent, and it seemed he was about to attack Fahim at any moment.

"I wouldn't mind taking care of you here first, you rude guy."

Fahim said coldly.

However, both of them were aware of the current situation.

They cannot afford to fight amongst themselves at this time; even if there are conflicts, they can only endure them for now.

"According to your agreement with Carlos, you should be following my orders now, right?"

Fahim seemed to have thought of something and asked.

“No, my agreement with Carlos was that if he didn’t give me 5000 gold coins, I wouldn’t obey his orders, but I didn’t say in that agreement that I would obey your orders.”

"Clay" stated this logically and with evidence.

"Are you really not afraid of death?"

Fahim was momentarily stunned by Clay's impeccable logic.

I even felt that Clay was a bit like a dead pig that doesn't fear boiling water.

"Heh, you're going to get punished anyway. You think you can get me to take orders from you? No way. But I've already found the temporary base Carlos asked me to find. Come with me."

"Clay" said, turning around and walking forward.

“I will report your performance to Carlos in detail, so you can be smug for now.”

Fahim wasn't helpless against Clay; he just needed to report it.

So Fahim followed "Clay," and the two walked one after the other in the tunnel.

Dekan, disguised as Klay, walked ahead, his left eye slightly narrowed and the corner of his mouth gently curled up.

Fahim, you've gotten on the wrong bus.

204 Dekan: The Tiger Devours the Wolf Season 2

Disguised as Klay, Dekan brought Fahim to the Innot Club.

Almost all of the Innott gang's establishments are closed today.

However, the club is still under guard.

Dekan arrived at the Innot Club this morning disguised as Clay and made arrangements with the old manager.

Led by the old steward, Dekan and Fahim went to the VIP room.

Then the old steward shakily closed the door for them.

The scholar, dressed in a dark green suit and top hat, appeared as polite as a gentleman, but to the old steward, he was particularly frightening.

He could smell death emanating from this person.

Even the old steward harbored some terrible suspicions.

But he dared not say it, nor dared he think about it.

Even if it were true, he would be the first to die if he told anyone.

......

In the VIP room.

"Is gambling really all you can think about?"

Fahim sat in one of the only two chairs in the VIP room and placed his top hat on the table.

Looking at Dekan sitting across from him at the card table, Fahim couldn't help but find this outpost somewhat absurd and laughable.

It was as if he wanted to play a couple of rounds with Clay.

Although it's outrageous, it's surprisingly reasonable when applied to Clay.

"Is that not allowed?"

Dekan retorted somewhat unhappily.

"It seems this is why you've ended up penniless."

Fahim looked at the VIP room with a mocking expression, looking at Dekan with disdain.

"Who said that? I have 5000 gold coins now. Who do you think you are?"

"Unfortunately, I'm about to ruin this city, so you'll have to take these 5000 gold coins and gamble them away elsewhere."

Dekan frowned upon hearing this.

He doesn't seem to have much interest in causing destruction.

Moreover, the vandalism affected his entertainment, which made him very unhappy.

Fahim then opened his suitcase and took out some blueprints and strangely shaped alchemical tools.

His pale fingertips gently touched the surface of the drawing, the parchment worn and frayed from countless folds and unfoldings making a soft sound.

Fahim began preparations for setting up a large-scale magic circle.

Dekan sat opposite him, waiting, seemingly bored.

A few minutes later.

"Fahim, interested in making a bet with me?"

Dekan yawned and looked at the work in Fahim's hands.

"You know I'm not short of money, why should I waste my time playing with you?"

Fahim paused slightly, then looked up at Dekan.

"Then I'll bet these cards with you."

Dekan took out the purple cards he had won from Klay.

Fahim looked at the cards.

I am indeed somewhat tempted.

Because some of them are products of the cinematic world that cannot be produced.

"Let's wait until this is over."

After Fahim finished speaking, he continued with his work.

"How much longer will we have to wait?"

Dekan asked.

"At least five hours."

"I can go to you!"

Dekan stood up irritably, slammed his episcopal certificate on the table, and said to Fahim:

"I'll add this, now bet with me!"

Fahim looked up again.

Klay, a habitual offender, was known to Fahim.

After all, Clay was the only bishop who dared to pawn his bishop's certificate.

He was arrested back then.

Because no one could contact Clay through the bishop's certificate for a long time, it gradually attracted the attention of the False Bishop.

In fact, the illusory bishop never suspected that anyone would dare to pawn their bishop's certificate.

It wasn't until the False Bishop sent his men to investigate that they caught the culprit red-handed.

Clay also refused to plead guilty and displayed an extremely hostile attitude.

He was ultimately severely punished.

Fasim never expected that Clay would dare to do something like this again.

Moreover, this habitual offender is clearly still unafraid.

"Have you thought clearly about the meaning of betting this with me?"

"Fahim asked."

One may lose the episcopal certificate, but one must never lose it to another bishop.

This undoubtedly puts the lifeline in the hands of other bishops.

"Of course I'm not giving it to you. If I lose, I'll do as you say for a week. After a week, return the bishop's certificate to me."

"Dekan said."

"Are you serious? You'll obey my every word? You'd agree to do anything I asked, even if I needed to use you as a test subject?"

Fahim seemed somewhat tempted.

"This is outside the mission plan, isn't it?"

Dekan frowned, thinking that Fahim was being a bit greedy.

"Then forget it. Anyway, I can get Carlos to command you."

Fahim sighed.

"Wait, I'll only let you do one experiment at most, and it can't harm my body."

Dekan outwardly appeared to compromise, but inwardly he was secretly chuckling.

This guy finally couldn't resist the temptation and took the bait!

"Hehe, don't go back on your word."

Fahim was completely smitten this time.