There’s Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!-Chapter 203

In the Randil Kingdom, in a mansion in the center of the royal capital.

After sending the bank account information of the black card he bought from the black market that afternoon to the Falsehood Bishop, I began to wait.

Based on all the previous conversations with the Falsehood Bishop, I had already sorted out the current situation.

Originally, I also thought it was more likely that the Resurrection Church had gathered multiple bishops this time to launch a strong attack on the Randil Kingdom.

But in the end, in the Resurrection Church's plan, they never expected to gather so many cardinals in the Randil Kingdom, to the point of alerting the Kingdom Federation.

Compared to playing openly, these guys still intended to play dirty.

Well, playing dirty was easy to handle.

I loved disgusting the enemy as much as they disgusted me.

Additionally, I heard a keyword in the conversation—Fahim.

This guy's reputation was as foul as Ivans'; he was obsessed with human experiments, and his achievements were mostly forbidden spells of human destruction.

He was constantly hunted by the Church of the Sun God, and he had also counter-killed many priests and holy knights of the Church of the Sun God.

One could imagine why Judith had been so unreasonable when she mistook me for a follower of the Corrupt Bishop's faction back then.

"If it's Fahim who's coming, it might be a bit difficult to fight."

I murmured.

Fahim's profession belonged to the mage class, with a system similar to my 【Blood Purification】, but the restrictions were different.

The destructive magnitude of the two of us was also completely different.

However, I had never thought of confronting any bishop head-on.

There was no bishop I had a chance of defeating in a direct confrontation.

I had to use my wits.

But for me, villains were very easy to deal with.

Their desires were particularly obvious, as easy to understand as demons.

As long as it was a person with desires, I had a way to lead them to destruction.

After waiting for a while longer.

Finally, a message came from the Falsehood Bishop:

【5000 gold coins have been transferred.】

"Nice!"

The happiest thing tonight was undoubtedly successfully scamming 5000 gold coins from the Falsehood Bishop using a black card bought from the black market!

If I had the chance in the future, I would definitely send a silk banner to the Falsehood Bishop.

I felt like I could take advantage of the situation again, so I typed on the Bishop's Certificate:

"Can you transfer another 5000 gold coins? If you don't, not only will I not listen to you, but I won't return this 5000 either."

After typing it, I thought for a moment. I was a little worried that if I sent this, the Falsehood Bishop would directly change the operation plan to killing Clay first.

Then I wouldn't be able to continue using Clay's account to get information from the Falsehood Bishop.

So I deleted the message I had just typed but not yet sent.

And sent a sentence: 【Alright!】

Then I waited for the Falsehood Bishop's reply.

I couldn't judge for the time being whether a character like Clay would continue to be arrogant or become more polite after receiving the money.

So it was best to say as little as possible.

The Falsehood Bishop quickly sent the operational instructions—

【Fahim is expected to arrive in the royal capital tomorrow. First, find a safe stronghold where Fahim can make his preparations in peace. I will have him contact you. You two will meet up then. Please be sure to follow his commands completely. Can you do that?】

I felt that the Falsehood Bishop's words seemed terrifyingly calm.

【No problem.】

Adhering to the principle that saying more leads to more mistakes, I replied to the Falsehood Bishop.

After that, no new messages were received.

I turned off the light and put away the Bishop's Certificate.

Under the moonlight, in the dim room, only the blue pupils of the dark figure and his white teeth when he smiled were particularly distinct.

"Right, I almost forgot the daily quest."

So I took out 【Dekan's Gospel】, cursed Laxus VI fiercely once, and then lay down comfortably in bed and fell asleep.

...

The next day.

The streets of the entire royal capital were filled with a sense of depression.

Most of the shops had closed their doors, with only a few large shops maintaining operations under the protection of security forces.

Apart from the patrol teams, there were almost no civilians on the streets.

A state of combat readiness had now been announced in the city.

For the next three days, the royal capital would face attacks from the bishops of the Resurrection Church at any time.

Although most civilians had never seen a member of the Resurrection Church with their own eyes, they were well aware of how terrifying they were.

And those bishops of the Resurrection Church were nightmare-like existences. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The unprecedented gathering of four this time undoubtedly shocked all the kingdoms.

Inside a large institutional building in the royal capital, the high-ranking officials of the Randil Kingdom were holding a meeting.

They were sharing existing intelligence, the Kingdom Federation's combat readiness plans, and predicting the movements of the Resurrection Church, and so on.

Present were not only the local forces of the royal capital, but also envoys from the Kingdom Federation, as well as the team members who had originally come to participate in the 7th-rank team assessment.

"Alright, if any of you have any intelligence, please report back to us as soon as possible, and we will do our best to assist you."

The Knight Commander Gavin, who was presiding over the meeting, swept his gaze over everyone present.

The languages among the central kingdoms were largely similar, with only some differences in wording and pronunciation, so even without spending too much time learning the language of the Randil Kingdom, I and the others could get by relatively easily.

And a translation magic device had been activated in the conference room.

Even teams from the northern and southern countries could smoothly understand the language of the central kingdoms.

At this time in the conference room, even the team that had reluctantly agreed yesterday had come to attend the meeting.

Their purpose was obvious: to learn some known information in order to safely slack off.

On the contrary, Dekan and Cloix of the Beautiful Mind Squad did not come.

"Please trouble yourselves to share today's intelligence with Dekan and the others."

Gavin said, looking in the direction where the other members of the Beautiful Mind Squad were.

"Okay, no problem."

Mi'e nodded and replied.

Just as the meeting ended, everyone gradually began to leave their seats.

"Heh, those two cowardly and weak guys have probably already fled with their tails between their legs, right?"

A voice full of disdain rang out in the conference room.

As if it was intentionally said very loudly, wanting everyone to hear.

A young man with golden hair and silver-white armor was seen with his feet propped up on the table, his arms crossed, shaking his head with a cold smile.

Everyone present knew that he was the leader of the team from the Northern Kingdoms who came to participate in the assessment.

He was also a very famous 7th-rank powerhouse from the Northern Kingdoms, Alik.

His characteristic was being known for his arrogance, looking down on anyone weaker than himself, and not being able to stand anyone more ostentatious than himself.

"..."

Mi'e and Cornelia both said nothing, giving Alik a pitying look.

This morning, when Dekan was arranging the battle plan, he had already explained to them what happened yesterday.

PART 2

And that irritable old brother—Frenzy Bishop Clay.

Mi'e and Cornelia felt that the aura on Alik overlapped a bit with Clay's persona.

It was just that Clay was indeed a top powerhouse in the world, and had the capital to be arrogant.

Moreover, he didn't despise the weak; he liked to provoke the stronger.

But this guy named Alik was only a king among the 7th-rank, and hadn't reached the 8th-rank threshold.

Let's not even talk about what kind of retaliation Alik would attract by provoking Dekan like this.

If this guy accidentally provoked Clay and acted so arrogant.

They had some trouble imagining Alik's fate.

"Hehe, why aren't you guys talking? Is it a tacit admission?"

Alik smiled with a mocking expression.

"Please do not make subjective judgments and slander other teams."

Gavin frowned upon hearing this and interrupted Alik.

Based on their brief interaction yesterday, he felt that Dekan was probably not that kind of person.

"Lord Knight Commander, you're not afraid of Dekan, are you? A mere 4th-rank can make you so wary? No wonder the Resurrection Church dares to bully the Randil Kingdom."

Alik shook his head and sneered, seeming to become more and more unrestrained.

This made Knight Commander Gavin's face gradually darken.

"Alik, that's enough. There's no need for sarcastic remarks at this time. No matter what, Dekan and Cloix are probably the only two in the royal capital right now who have experience defeating a bishop of the Resurrection Church, right? And what accomplishments do you have?"

Among the teams from the Southern Kingdoms, a woman in a mage robe who was leading them said coldly.

This sentence seemed to choke Alik to the point where he didn't know how to retaliate.

For a moment, the veins on his forehead throbbed.

Just as he was about to get angry, he also realized that everyone in the conference room was looking at him with unkind eyes.

"Then let's wait and see what kind of waves a guy who only knows how to hide at critical moments can stir up."

Alik snorted coldly and quickly left the conference room with his team.

Afterward, Mi'e and this mage woman named Ellie nodded to each other in a friendly gesture.

Cornelia looked at Ellie, who had just spoken up for them, and felt that her appearance was somewhat familiar.

Soon, Cornelia remembered. This mage woman resembled her good friend Lilith, whom she had met in the blizzard on the barren mountain in the Shadow World.

"You must be Cornelia."

Ellie walked up to Cornelia and asked in a rather friendly manner.

"Yes, are you Lilith's older sister?"

"I'm her relative. I've heard the story of you and Dekan helping her, although you two were using aliases at the time."

The mage woman said with a smile.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry..."

Cornelia recalled their impromptu performance with Dekan at the time, one calling himself Bachel, the other calling herself Olive.

But after they became famous, Lilith must have quickly found out their real names.

"It's alright. After this disaster is over, we look forward to having you as guests."

"We definitely will."

"By the way... what is Dekan up to?"

Ellie had heard about the style of this demonic man, Dekan.

At critical moments, if he wasn't causing trouble, he was definitely on his way to cause trouble.

"Ah ah! We have to get to work quickly. No more talking! Let's have the victory banquet together tonight!"

Mi'e and Cornelia looked at the time and hurriedly ran out of the conference room together.

Leaving a stunned Ellie standing on the spot.

"Tonight... victory banquet...?"

...

On the other side, in the suburbs.

The sound of soft footsteps echoed in the stone-built underground sewers constructed by ancient people.

The flowing sewage emitted a pungent odor, and only a faint light flickered in the pitch-black underground passage.

The figure of a middle-aged man in a dark green formal suit, with his silver hair and beard neatly arranged, holding a lamp, walked unhurriedly to his destination.

He looked completely non-threatening, and might even be suspected of never having been in a fight.

Like a gentle and refined scholar.

However, to bypass the city gate's defense and sneak into the underground at such a time, and to have easily killed the soldiers guarding the underground passage, showed that he was no ordinary person.

Even the soldiers' bodies seemed to have evaporated into thin air, completely disappearing from the world.

Obviously, the pungent smell underground did not bother him much.

Perhaps he was already used to smells a hundred times more disgusting than this.

"Fahim, you've kept me waiting."

An impatient voice suddenly appeared beside the middle-aged man.

He moved the lamp in the direction of the voice and saw a proud figure leaning against the wall.

His black, choppy hair was wild and unrestrained, and his slightly raised chin paired with his expression made him look extremely arrogant.

"Clay, you good-for-nothing who only messes things up, you still have the nerve to speak?"

The moment Fahim saw "Clay," he shook his head mockingly, and his temperament changed in an instant.

His voice even became somewhat sharp.

As if he was no longer concealing his true face.

"Hehe, if it weren't for taking money from that fellow Carlos, I'd take this good opportunity to kill you right now."

Carlos was the name of the Falsehood Bishop.

"Clay" also made no effort to hide the killing intent on him; it looked as if he was about to strike Fahim in the next second.

"I don't mind getting rid of you, an impolite fellow, here first."

Fahim said coldly.

However, both of them knew the current situation.

They couldn't have internal strife at this time; even if there were conflicts, they could only endure for now.

"According to your agreement with Carlos, you should be following my command 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 listen to his command, but I never said in this agreement that I would listen to your command."

"Clay" said with sound reasoning.

"Are you really not afraid of death, you fellow?"

For a moment, Fahim was somewhat shocked by Clay's impeccable logic.

He even felt that Clay was like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

"Heh, I can't escape punishment anyway. If you want me to listen to a guy like 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. You can be smug for now."

It wasn't that Fahim had no way to deal with Clay; he just needed to report it.

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

I, disguised as Clay, was walking in front at this time, my left eye slightly narrowed, and the corner of my mouth gently curved up.

Fahim, you've gotten on the wrong bus.