There is absolutely nothing wrong with my magic cards!

Clay, an eighth-rank martial artist, is an experimental product that he has dreamed of and is difficult to capture!

Fahim has been trying to capture powerful warriors for human experiments. Only by using their bodies to conduct experiments and collect data can the ultimate spell that Fahim conceived be completed.

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

Because he simply couldn't capture a top eighth-level martial artist for experimentation.

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

It's a pity that Clay and Fahim have been at loggerheads.

Unexpectedly, there is an opportunity for Clay to deliver it to his door!

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

Durkan said.

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

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

"can."

So the two started a gamble with more complicated game rules.

Under Durkan's full performance, the whole process of a gambler from excitement, excitement, to panic, and finally despair and emptiness is performed.

Unsurprisingly, he lost to Fahim.

Then imitated the way Clay sat on the chair after losing to him last night.

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

His trophies are neatly placed beside the card table——

Clay's purple card and card of the bishop.

"So Clay, will you keep your promise?"

Durkan said nothing, but nodded.

"I'm going out to relax, call me if you need anything."

Durkan tugged at the neckline, as if he felt a little hot, and he couldn't stay in this VIP room for a second.

"Hehe, go ahead, I also think it's annoying for you to be here."

Fahim only felt that he was in a particularly good mood today.

All the best and good luck.

Then Durkan walked out of the VIP room, went to another room farther away and locked the door.

He took out the [Decan Gospel], cursed "Croix Curran" once with the lowest level of curse.

He wanted to inform Croix that everything was ready.

……

at the same time.

Frowning, Clay connected the [Ultra-distance communication magic] from Croix.

"what happened?"

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

Croix already contacted him once this morning with [Ultra-distance Communication Magic].

Ask him if he wants some money.

The impoverished Clay readily agreed.

So Croix arranged a delivery job for Clay that could earn a lot of gold coins, and assigned him to a place not near or far from the club.

Clay started work early in the morning.

But he doesn't like being interrupted repeatedly at work.

"It's bad! A guy who claimed to be your friend took Morion away, and let me tell you that he will help you get back your important things."

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

"my friend?"

Clay was puzzled, but felt something was wrong in his heart.

Where did he get any friends from?

"He calls himself Fahim, and asked you to find him in the VIP room of the Innot clan! You don't need to do this business, we will pay the money, please save Morion!"

After hearing this sentence, Clay's hands froze.

Fahim?

Take Morion?

Clay cut off the communication and trembled slightly.

He had sworn to Morion.

Never use force or coercion to get back your lost bets!

What would Morion think if Fahim intervened in this way?

And with Fahim's character.

Morion may have been murdered by this time!

He will never allow this kind of thing!

"Fahim!!! If you dare to kill Morion, I will never die with you!!"

Roaring, Clay ran towards the Innotek Club as fast as he could.

205 Meyer and Cornelia's Business Skills

Teams from the northern countries are shuttling between tall buildings.

"Are we going to follow them all the time?"

"Of course, there is nothing wrong with following the Beautiful Mind team."

The leader of the team, Alec, replied with a calm and confident smile.

Although he looked down on Durkan on the surface.

But he knew in his heart that Durkan and Croix must be preparing to deal with the Resurrection Church.

Then as long as they follow the other players of Durkan and hide behind secretly, they will definitely find some opportunities to take advantage of.

Previously, the northern countries conveyed new instructions to them.

At present, the northern countries have canceled their cooperation with the Resurrection Church.

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

They originally planned to cooperate with the Resurrection Church a little bit to make trouble.

Who knew that things would soon turn into a preview of the finals!

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

Maybe they don't even need a shot, and Durkan will be wiped out by the cardinals.

Even if Durkan once again performed extraordinary performances and created miracles to survive a certain bishop.

Troops from the Northern Kingdoms were also able to block the way of the Deccan.

The support sent by "Youjun" at the critical moment is the deadliest...

Although Arik does not want to admit that Durkan has the possibility of threatening the bishop of the Resurrection Church.

But what if Durkan can really fight a certain bishop and lose both sides.

Then, in addition to completing the last knife, Arik may even be able to steal the fruits of Decan's victory!

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

"Aric, what do you think that is?"

While they were monitoring the carriage of the Beautiful Mind team, they suddenly detected a figure moving at high speed like black lightning on the ground.

The speed and reaction speed of this figure were so fast that it continued to successfully bypass the patrolling knights.

However, the northern team on the high ground can detect it.

This black figure seemed to have keenly sensed the gaze from a high place, and raised his head to give them a cold look.

Clay on the ground felt a little irritable.

He didn't know why the entire Randier kingdom suddenly entered a state of combat readiness today as if it had fallen ill.

This prevents black people like him from walking on the road too ostentatiously.

Otherwise, all the people who are capable of fighting may be attracted to trouble him.

In addition to the patrolling knights on the road, there are also a few psychos running around on the house.

Clay just hoped that this group of people wouldn't bother him.

Then he chose to ignore the northern team and continue to his destination.

This made Arik frown.

Don't take him seriously?

"There's something wrong with this guy, I'll stop him, you continue to follow the Beautiful Mind team, and use communication magic to contact later."

Aric looked at the pitch-black figure and said uncomfortably.

Then he jumped down and rushed towards the fork at the highest speed, chasing for dozens of seconds and finally stopped Clay.

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

Arik took out his sword, pointed at Clay with a condescending attitude and asked.