There is absolutely nothing wrong with my magic cards!

"By the way, I almost forgot the daily task."

So Durkan took out the [Decan Gospel] and cursed Laxus VI once, then lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

……

the next day.

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

Most of the shops have closed their doors, and only a few large shops are maintaining their operations under the protection of the security forces.

Except for the patrolling troops on the street, almost no civilians went out.

Now the city has notified the state of combat readiness.

In the next three days, the capital will face attacks from the bishops of the Resurrection Church at any time.

Although most commoners have never seen Risen Cultists with their own eyes, they know how terrifying they are.

And the bishops of the Resurrection Church are like nightmares.

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

In a large office building in the royal capital, high-ranking officials of the Kingdom of Randier are having a meeting.

They are sharing existing information, the Kingdom Federation's combat readiness plan, and forecasting the movement of the Resurrected Church, etc.

In addition to the fighting strength of the capital, there are also the envoys of the Kingdom Federation and the team members who originally participated in the seventh-tier team assessment.

"Okay, if you have any information, please report it to us as soon as possible, and we will do our best to assist you."

The knight captain Gavin who presided over the meeting swept everyone present.

The languages ​​of the central countries are similar, with only some differences in word usage and pronunciation, so even if they don’t need to spend a lot of time learning the language of the Kingdom of Randyr, Decan and the others can pass in the Kingdom of Randyr with ease.

And the translation magic device was also activated in the conference room.

Even if there are teams from northern and southern countries, they can smoothly understand the words of their central countries.

In the meeting room at this time, even the team that reluctantly agreed yesterday came to the meeting.

Their purpose is obvious, they want to know a little bit of known information in order to paddle safely.

On the contrary, Durkan and Croix of the beautiful mind team did not come.

"Please also trouble you to share today's intelligence with Durkan and the others."

Gavin looked in the direction of the other members of the Beautiful Mind team and said.

"Ok, no problem."

Meyer nodded and replied.

The meeting had just ended, and everyone gradually started to leave.

"Heh, those two timid and cowardly guys have probably run away with their heads in their arms?"

A disdainful voice sounded in the conference room.

It seems to be speaking very loudly on purpose, so that everyone can hear it.

I saw a blond young man in a silver-white armor, with his feet on the table, arms around him, and shook his head with a sneer.

Everyone present knew that he was the leader of the teams from the northern countries to participate in the assessment.

At the same time, he is also the very famous seventh-order powerhouse Arik in the northern countries.

The characteristic is known for arrogance, looks down on anyone who is weaker than himself, and can't see anyone who is more ostentatious than himself.

"..."

Neither Mier nor Cornelia said a word, showing pity to Arik.

When Durkan was arranging the battle plan this morning, he explained to them what happened yesterday.

And that irascible old man-crazy Bishop Clay.

And Meyer and Cornelia felt that the aura on Arik's body overlapped with Clay's.

It's just that Clay is indeed the top powerhouse in the world, and he has crazy capital.

And he doesn't despise the weak, he likes to provoke the stronger.

And this guy named Arik only dominates at the seventh level, and has not reached the threshold of the eighth level.

Let's not talk about what kind of revenge Arik will provoke for provoking Durkan in this way.

If this guy accidentally provokes Clay, he will be so crazy again.

It was hard for them to imagine what would happen to Arik.

"Hehe, why don't you talk? Is it the default?"

Arik smiled with a sarcastic expression.

"Please don't make assumptions and slander other teams."

Gavin frowned and interrupted Arik's words.

According to the brief encounter with him yesterday, he felt that Durkan should not be such a person.

"Master Knight Commander, you are not afraid of Durkan, are you? How can a small fourth rank make you afraid? No wonder the Resurrection Church dares to bully the Kingdom of Randier."

Arik shook his head and smiled, seemingly becoming more and more unscrupulous.

This made Knight Commander Gavin's face gradually darken.

"Aric, that's enough. There's no need to be sarcastic at this time. No matter what, Durkan and Croix are probably the only two people in the capital who have the experience of defeating the bishop of the Resurrection Church? And you What achievement?"

In the team of the southern countries, a woman in a robe headed by said coldly.

This sentence seemed to choke Arik so much that he didn't know how to respond.

All of a sudden, the veins on his forehead throbbed.

Just when he was about to get angry, he also realized that everyone in the conference room was looking at him unkindly.

"Then let's wait and see what kind of storm this guy who just hides at a critical moment can create."

Aric snorted coldly, and quickly left the meeting room with the team.

Then Meyer and the lady in the robe named Ai Li nodded to each other as a friendly gesture.

Cornelia looked at Ellie who spoke for them just now, and felt that her appearance seemed a little familiar.

Soon, Cornelia remembered that this robed woman was somewhat similar to her good friend Lilith whom she met in the Blizzard on the Barren Mountain in the Shadow World.

"You are Cornelia."

Ellie walked up to Cornelia and asked kindly.

"Yes, are you Lilith's sister?"

"It's her relative. I've heard the story of you and Durkan helping her, although you two used aliases at that time."

The robed woman said with a smile.

"Oh, sorry..."

Cornelia recalled their Durkan improv at the time, one calling himself Bacher and the other Olive.

But when they became famous, Lilith must have learned what their real names were.

"It's okay, after this disaster is over, I'm still looking forward to your visit."

"Most definitely."

"By the way... what did Durkan do?"

Ellie had heard about the demeanor of Durkan, a demonic man.

At the critical moment, if he is not making trouble, he must be on the way to make trouble.

"Ah! We have to go to work quickly. Not much to say! Let's have a celebration dinner tonight!"

Meyer and Cornelia checked the time and hurried out of the conference room together.

Only the stunned Ellie stood there.

"Tonight...a celebration banquet...?"

……

On the other side, the suburbs.

The sound of fine footsteps echoed in the stone underground waterway built by ancient people.

The flowing sewage exudes a pungent smell, and only faint lights flicker in the dark underground passage.

A middle-aged male figure in a dark green dress, with silver hair and silver beard neatly arranged, carried a lamp and walked to his destination without haste.

He seemed so nonthreatening that it might even be suspected that he never got into a fight.

Just like a gentle scholar.

However, he would sneak into the ground by bypassing the defense of the city gate during this period, and easily killed the soldiers guarding the underground passage, which shows that he is not an ordinary person.

Even the soldiers' corpses seemed to have evaporated out of thin air, completely disappearing into the world.

Obviously, the pungent underground smell didn't bother him much.

Maybe he's used to a smell that's a hundred times more disgusting than this.

"Fahim, please keep me waiting."

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

He moved the lamp towards the direction of the sound, and saw a lonely figure leaning against the wall.

His black hair was unrestrained and unrestrained, and his slightly raised chin looked extremely arrogant with that expression.

"Clay, you, a guy who has done more than accomplish nothing, still has the nerve to talk?"

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

The voices became a little sharper.

It seems that he no longer hides his true colors.