There’s Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!-Chapter 204

I, disguised as Clay, brought Fahim to the Innote Club.

The establishments of the gangster Innote clan were mostly closed today.

But this club was still guarded.

This morning, I had come to the Innote Club in Clay's appearance to greet the old steward.

Under the old steward's guidance, Fahim and I went to the VIP room together.

Then, the old steward tremblingly closed the door for us.

This scholar, dressed in a dark green formal suit and a top hat, polite like a gentleman, was exceptionally terrifying in the old steward's eyes.

He could smell the scent of death from this person.

The old steward even had some terrible guesses in his heart.

Because even if it was true, if he spoke out, the first to die would be him.

......

In the VIP room.

"Is your mind really just filled with gambling?"

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

Looking at me sitting across the card table, Fahim couldn't help but feel that this stronghold was somewhat absurd and ridiculous.

As if he was going to play a couple of rounds with Clay.

Although it was outrageous, it was unexpectedly reasonable when it came to Clay.

"Can't I?"

I retorted, somewhat displeased.

"It seems you ended up penniless because of this place too."

Fahim looked at this VIP room mockingly, taunting me.

"Who says? I have 5000 gold coins now. Who are you looking down on?"

"A pity, I'm about to ruin this city soon. You can only take this 5000 gold coins to lose somewhere else."

I frowned upon hearing this.

I didn't seem very interested in causing destruction.

And causing destruction also affected my entertainment, which made me very unhappy.

Then, Fahim opened his suitcase and took out some blueprints and strangely shaped alchemy tools.

His pale fingertips gently touched the surface of the blueprints. The parchment paper, worn out from countless folds and unfoldings, made a small sound.

Fahim began to prepare for the layout of a large magic circle.

And I just sat opposite, waiting, seeming very bored.

After a few minutes.

"Fahim, interested in a bet with me?"

I yawned and said, looking at the work in Fahim's hands.

"You know I'm not short of money. Why should I waste time playing with you?"

Fahim's hand paused slightly as he looked up at me.

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

I took out the purple cards I had won from Clay.

Fahim looked at these cards.

He was indeed slightly tempted.

Because among them were several uncraftable products from the Shadow World.

"Let's wait until this is over."

After Fahim finished speaking, he continued with the work at hand.

"How long will that be?"

I asked.

"At least five hours."

"To hell with that!"

I stood up in annoyance, slammed my Bishop's Certificate on the table, and said to Fahim:

"I'll add this. Bet with me now!"

Fahim looked up again.

Fahim knew that Clay was a habitual offender.

After all, Clay was the only bishop who dared to use his Bishop's Certificate as collateral.

He had been caught doing it before.

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

In fact, at first, the Falsehood Bishop didn't even suspect that someone would dare to pledge their Bishop's Certificate.

It wasn't until the Falsehood Bishop dispatched his subordinates to investigate that he was caught red-handed.

Clay still refused to plead guilty, and his attitude was extremely poor.

In the end, he received severe punishment.

Fahim never thought Clay would dare to do such a thing again.

And this habitual offender was clearly still not afraid.

"Have you thought through the meaning of betting it with me?"

Fahim asked.

A Bishop's Certificate could be lost, but it must never be lost to another bishop.

This was undoubtedly handing over one's lifeline to another bishop.

"Of course I'm not giving it to you. If I lose, for one week, I will honestly listen to you. After one week, return the Bishop's Certificate to me."

I said.

"Are you serious? Obey my every word? Even if I need to use you for an experiment, you'll agree?"

Fahim seemed a little tempted.

"Isn't that outside the mission plan?"

I frowned, feeling that Fahim was being a bit greedy.

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

Fahim sighed.

"Wait, at most one experiment, and it cannot harm my body."

I looked like I was compromising on the surface, but I was chuckling inside.

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

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

Fahim was completely tempted this time.

Clay, an 8th-rank martial artist, was an experimental subject he had dreamed of but found difficult to capture!

Fahim had always been trying to capture physically strong martial artists for human experiments. Only by using their bodies to conduct experiments and collect data could Fahim complete the ultimate spell he envisioned.

However, Fahim encountered a bottleneck and was unable to advance for a long time.

Because he simply couldn't capture a top-tier 8th-rank martial artist for experiments.

And Clay was one of the people Fahim knew with the strongest body.

Unfortunately, Clay and Fahim had never gotten along.

He never expected that there would now be an opportunity for Clay to deliver himself to his doorstep!

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

I said.

"I'll bet 30,000 gold coins with you. Is that enough?"

Fahim finally put down the tools in his hands, then took out a bank card from his inner pocket and placed it on the card table.

"Alright."

So the two of them began a gambling game with rather complex rules.

Under my full performance, I acted out the entire process of a gambler from excitement, thrill, to starting to panic, and finally to desperate emptiness.

I lost to Fahim without any surprise.

Then I imitated the way Clay looked after losing to me last night, slumping in his chair.

And Fahim sat on the other side, looking smug.

Neatly arranged on the edge of the card table were his spoils—

Clay's purple cards and Bishop's Certificate.

"So, Clay, you will keep your promise, right?"

I said nothing, but nodded.

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

I tugged at my collar, seeming to feel a bit hot, unable to stay in this VIP room for another second.

"Hehe, go ahead. I find you rather annoying here anyway."

Fahim just felt that his mood today was exceptionally good.

Everything was going smoothly, and good luck was abundant.

Then I walked out of the VIP room and went to another room further away and locked the door.

I took out 【Dekan's Gospel】 and, with the lowest level of curse, cursed "Cloix Kuran" once.

I was using this to inform Cloix that all preparations were complete.

...

At the same time.

Clay frowned as he answered the 【Super Long-Range Communication Magic】 call from Cloix.

"What's wrong?"

Clay, who was diligently working to get rich, was slightly impatient.

Cloix had already contacted him once this morning with the 【Super Long-Range Communication Magic】.

Asking him if he wanted to make some money.

The impoverished Clay had readily agreed.

So Cloix arranged a delivery job for Clay that would earn him a lot of gold coins, sending him to a place that was not too close to nor too far from the club.

Clay had started work early in the morning.

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

"This is bad! A guy claiming to be your friend took Morion away, and then he asked me to tell you that he will help you get your important things back."

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

"My friend?"

Clay was full of confusion, but he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

What friends did he have?

"He calls himself Fahim, and he wants you to go to the VIP room of the Innote clan to find him! You don't need to do this delivery job for now. We'll still pay you. Please, go and save Morion!"

After hearing this sentence, Clay's hand froze.

Fahim?

Took Morion away?

Clay cut off the communication, his body trembling slightly.

He had sworn an oath to Morion.

He would never take back the bets he lost through force or coercion!

If Fahim interfered like this, what would Morion think?

And with Fahim's personality.

Morion might have already met a cruel fate!

He would never allow such a thing!

"Fahim!!! If you dare to kill Morion, it's you or me!!"

Roaring, Clay rushed towards the Innote Club at his fastest speed.