There’s Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!-Chapter 196

"This thing... seems to be an ancient magic item? But ordinary people can't use it, right? Then what's the use of it to me?"

Dekan said, looking at the seal with some disdain.

He acted like an appraiser, but couldn't identify the secret of this seal.

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

The black-haired young man had clearly gone completely over the edge, explaining incoherently.

Although there would be some problems if the Bishop's Certificate left his hand.

But in his opinion, the problem was actually not big.

He had always been the freest man in the Resurrection Church, and it wasn't the first time he had mortgaged the Bishop's Certificate.

After all, for ordinary people, the Bishop's Certificate was just a piece of scrap iron.

"Since you've said so, then I'll believe you."

Dekan smiled and put the box on the card table.

"Let's have one last round. I'll bet all the gold coins and magic cards I won from you earlier."

This made the black-haired young man stunned.

The meaning of this seal as a bet was entirely given by his words just now.

If Dekan really made such a heavy bet, it meant that if the black-haired young man lost, he would have to pay such a heavy price to redeem it in the future.

"What's wrong, are you hesitating?"

"No! I'll bet with you!"

The black-haired young man not only did not back down, but his hands were even trembling with excitement.

This was the first time so far that his heart had pounded wildly!

To be able to have such a tense and exciting peak showdown.

He only felt that if he could hear the Dao in the morning, he could die in the evening!

One minute later.

The black-haired young man's ten fingers were interlaced, resting on his forehead.

Sitting at the card table, he looked as if all the color had drained from him.

The result was no surprise.

He had lost to Dekan again.

"You really have nothing left now, right?"

Dekan put away his Bishop's Certificate with satisfaction.

"..."

The black-haired young man was silent.

After calming down, he finally realized clearly that he had really lost until he had only his pants left.

"No more gambling. I lost."

The black-haired young man seemed to have experienced extreme emptiness, and even his tone was no longer as arrogant as before.

"Then I'll wait for you to come and redeem your things."

Dekan picked up the box and prepared to leave.

"How can I find you?"

The black-haired young man asked with his head lowered.

Dekan pretended to hesitate for a moment, then looked at the black-haired young man seriously and said:

"You are a respectable opponent, and also a strong person who makes me afraid. I have never imagined that there would be a man of your level in this world today."

Hearing these words, the black-haired young man looked up at Dekan, and his eyes seemed to have regained some of their brilliance.

Dekan knew what this reaction meant.

This guy was the same as Iris. Just flatter him to death!

So Dekan continued:

"If you want to meet me again, you need to swear—"

"Whether fate makes us friends or enemies, you will not use force or coercion to take back the bet you lost to me."

"I believe in your magnanimity as a peerless strong person! If you are willing to make a promise, you can find me anytime in the future, and I will accompany you to the end!"

The black-haired young man smiled with relief and nodded without hesitation. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

He swore:

"I swear to the gods who govern luck and fate that I will not..."

"I don't believe in gods. I asked you to swear because I believe in you. Please swear by your own true name."

Dekan interrupted him.

The black-haired young man was stunned, but did not question Dekan and swore again:

"I, Clay Volker, swear that I will never take back these bets from you by force or coercion, whether you are an enemy or a friend in the future."

Dekan: "Okay, my name is Morion. Come and find me when you have money."

"Morion..."

Clay frowned and muttered.

He seemed to have heard the name Morion before, but couldn't remember where he had heard it.

"I'll lend you this card. You can use it to contact us."

As Dekan spoke, he returned the 【Super Long-Range Communication Magic】 he had won from Clay.

Just now, Cloix had already used his own 【Super Long-Range Communication Magic】 to link with Clay's card.

Clay nodded and accepted the card without any refusal.

"By the way, Clay, to meet is fate. Let me give you a little hint."

Dekan seemed to have hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to tell Clay something before they parted.

"What?"

"You may have a bloody disaster recently, and you may also provoke some unknown evil spirits in the future, and be plagued by nightmares. To avoid all this, you must do good deeds and accumulate virtue, and find your destined savior."

"What do you mean?"

Clay's tone was obviously a little unhappy.

He hated it when people said such unlucky things.

"I did a little divination for you, but it may not be accurate. Your fate is ultimately decided by yourself."

Dekan picked up the box and left, saying without looking back.

"...Who are you?"

"Just a traveler who studies divination and fortune. You can also choose to forget what I just said."

With this last sentence, the figures of Dekan and Cloix completely disappeared outside the VIP room door.

Clay, sitting in the VIP room, fell into silence.

He was a little concerned about what Dekan had said.

This guy was really mysterious.

...

Cloix and Dekan walked out of the underground club.

"Dekan, who is this guy? Is he worth scamming like this?"

Cloix had been listening on the side and felt that this guy named Clay was too pitiful.

Although Cloix was not very clear about what Dekan wanted to do specifically.

But he knew that not a single word Dekan had just said was superfluous.

He almost wanted to swindle this guy named Clay until he was crippled!

"He is the Frenzy Bishop of the Resurrection Church."

Dekan replied lightly.

He had previously seen the seal he had won from Clay.

The mark on it corresponded to the most arrogant Frenzy Bishop he had seen in the previous bishop meeting.

"You're not kidding?!"

Hearing Dekan's words, even the usually calm Cloix couldn't help but his expression change dramatically.

"Of course. If I'm not mistaken, Clay's purpose in coming to the Randil Kingdom this time should be to deal with us."

Neither the northern kingdoms nor the Resurrection Church would let go of the great opportunity of Dekan leaving the Norton Kingdom.

And Dekan also remembered that at the bishop meeting, the Frenzy Bishop had made a harsh statement that as long as Dekan dared to leave the Norton Kingdom, he would definitely come to kill him.

Unfortunately, this Clay was a gambler.

Before he even started to cause trouble, he was completely scammed by Dekan.