The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

Klay, an eighth-level martial artist, was an experimental subject that he had longed for but could not capture!

Fahim has been trying to capture physically strong warriors for human experimentation. Only by using their bodies to collect data can Fahim complete the ultimate spell he envisions.

However, Fahim encountered a bottleneck and was unable to make further progress for a long time.

Because he simply couldn't capture a top-tier eighth-level martial artist to conduct experiments.

And Clay was one of the people Fahim knew who possessed the strongest physique.

Unfortunately, Klay and Fahim have never gotten along.

Unexpectedly, an opportunity has now presented itself to Clay!

"I can afford to gamble and I can afford to lose."

"Dekan said."

"I'll bet you 30000 gold coins, is that enough?"

Fahim finally put down the props he was holding, then took a bank card from his inner pocket and placed it on the card table.

"can."

So the two began a gambling game with rather complicated rules.

Dekan's all-out performance portrays the entire process of a gambler's journey from excitement and exhilaration to panic and finally despair and emptiness.

He lost to Fahim without any surprise.

Then he imitated the way Clay slumped into a chair after losing to him the night before.

Fahim, on the other hand, sat smugly on the other side.

His spoils were neatly arranged beside the card table.

Clay's purple card and the Bishop's Certificate.

"So, Clay, you'll keep your promise, won't you?"

Dekan didn't say a word, but he nodded.

"I'm going out for a walk to clear my head. Call me if you need anything."

Dekan tugged at his collar, seemingly feeling a bit hot; he couldn't stand being in that VIP room for even a second longer.

"Hehe, go ahead, I also find you annoying here."

Fahim felt exceptionally good today.

May everything go smoothly and may good fortune follow you.

Dekan then left the VIP room and went to another, more distant room, where he locked the door.

He took out the Gospel of Dekan and cursed "Cloix Curan" once with the least amount of curse.

He wanted to use this to inform Chloeux that everything was ready.

……

at the same time.

Clay frowned as he answered the [Ultra-long-range communication magic] call from Chloeux.

"what happened?"

Clay, who was working hard to get rich, was a little impatient.

Chloix had already contacted him once this morning using [Long-Range Communication Magic].

Ask him if he wants to make some money.

The impoverished Clay readily agreed.

So Chloeux assigned Clay a delivery job that could earn him a lot of gold coins, and relocated him to a place that was neither too close nor too far from the club.

Clay started work early in the morning.

But he doesn't like being disturbed repeatedly while working.

"Something terrible has happened! A guy claiming to be your friend has taken Morion away and asked me to tell you that he will help you get your important things back."

Chloex's anxious voice came from the other end of the communication magic.

"My friend?"

Clay was puzzled, but he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

He doesn't have any friends.

"He calls himself Fahim and tells you to go to the Innott clan's VIP room to find him! You don't need to do this job for now; we'll pay you as usual. Please, go and save Morion!"

Upon hearing this, Clay's hand froze.

Fahim?

Did they take Morion away?

Clay cut off the communication and began to tremble slightly.

He swore an oath to Morion.

We will never use force or coercion to get back the bets we lost!

If Fahim gets involved like this, what will Morion think?

Moreover, given Fahim's personality...

Morion may have already met a terrible end!

He would never allow such a thing!

"Fahim!!! If you dare kill Morion, I'll fight you to the death!!"

Roaring, Klay sprinted toward the Innot Club at top speed.

205 Mia and Cornelia's Skilled Business

The troops from the northern countries are moving between the high-rise buildings.

Are we just going to follow them the whole time?

"Of course, following the Beautiful Minds team is the right choice."

The team leader, Arik, answered with a calm and confident smile.

Although he outwardly looked down on Dekan.

But he knew in his heart that Dekan and Chloeux must be making preparations to deal with the Church of Resurrection.

So as long as we follow Dekan's other teammates and secretly hide behind them, we will definitely be able to find some opportunities to take advantage of.

The northern countries had previously conveyed new instructions to them.

The northern countries have now terminated their cooperation with the Church of Resurrection.

Given the current situation, this cooperation involves too many issues, and the northern countries dare not get too deeply involved.

They originally only planned to cooperate with the Church of Resurrection to cause some trouble.

Who knew things would quickly escalate into a preview of the finals!

However, in this chaotic state, it became easier for them to achieve their goal of persecuting Dekan.

Perhaps they wouldn't even need to lift a finger; Dekan would be eliminated by the bishops.

Even if Dekan performs exceptionally well again and creates a miracle to save himself from a certain bishop.

The armies of the northern kingdoms could also block Dekan's path.

The support that "Friend" provided at the crucial moment was the most fatal...

Although Arik was unwilling to admit that Dekan posed a potential threat to the bishops of the Church of Resurrection.

But what if Dekan really manages to fight a bishop to the point of mutual destruction?

So, in addition to finishing off the enemy, Arik might even be able to steal Dekan's victory!

Thinking of all this, Arik couldn't help but reveal a greedy smile on his face.

"Arik, look what that is!"

Just as they were monitoring the Beautiful Minds team's carriage, they suddenly detected a figure moving at high speed on the ground like a black lightning bolt.

The figure's speed and reaction speed were so fast that it repeatedly and successfully bypassed the patrolling knights.

However, the northern team, located at a higher elevation, could detect it.

The black figure seemed to keenly sense the gaze from above, raising its head and giving them a cold look.

Clay on the ground was getting a little irritated.

He didn't know why the entire Kingdom of Landir had suddenly gone into a state of war alert as if it had fallen ill.

This means that unregistered individuals like him cannot walk around too conspicuously on the street.

Otherwise, he might attract all the capable fighters in the entire kingdom to come and cause him trouble.

Besides the patrolling knights on the road, there were also a few mentally ill people running around on the rooftops.

Clay just hoped these people wouldn't cause him any trouble.

He then chose to ignore the northern contingent and continue toward his destination.

This made Arik frown.

Don't you take him seriously?

“This guy is acting strange. I’ll stop him. You guys continue to follow the Beautiful Mind Squad and contact them later using communication magic.”

Arik looked at the dark figure and said with great displeasure.

He then jumped down and rushed towards the fork in the road at top speed, chasing for dozens of seconds before finally stopping Clay.

"You bastard, do you even know who I am?"

Arik drew his sword and, with a condescending air, pointed at Clay and asked.