Decan, the Great Con Man

"This thing... seems to be an ancient magical artifact? But ordinary people can't use it, right? What use would I have for it?"

Dekan glanced at the seal with a hint of disdain and said...

He pretended to be an expert in appraising antiques, but he couldn't decipher the secret of the seal.

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

The black-haired youth was clearly completely out of control, and he began to explain incoherently.

Although there are some issues with not having the Bishop's Token.

But in his view, the problem wasn't actually that big.

He has always been the freest man in the Resurrection Church; he even used his Bishop's Token as collateral before.

After all, to the average person, Bishop's Token is just a piece of scrap metal.

Without the authority of a bishop, it is impossible to activate Bishop's Token.

"Since you've said that, I'll believe you."

Dekan smiled and placed the box on the card table.

"Let's have one last round. I'm betting all the Gold Coin and Magic Card I won from you before."

This surprised the black-haired youth.

The value of this enigmatic seal, used as a wager, is entirely determined by his previous statement.

If Dekan really made such a heavy bet, it means that if the black-haired youth loses, he will have to pay a similarly heavy price to redeem it later.

"What's wrong? Are you hesitating?"

"No! I'll bet you!"

The black-haired youth did not back down; instead, his hands trembled with excitement.

This is the first time in history that has made his heart race!

To be able to have such a tense and exciting showdown is truly amazing.

He felt that if he could hear the truth in the morning, he could die content in the evening!

One minute later.

The black-haired youth crossed his fingers and pressed them against his forehead.

Sitting at the card table, he looked completely lifeless.

The result was as expected.

He lost to Dekan again.

"Is there really nothing left now?"

Dekan put away his Bishop's Token with satisfaction.

"..."

The black-haired youth remained silent.

After calming down, he finally realized that he had truly lost everything, down to his last pair of pants.

"I'm not gambling anymore, I've lost."

The black-haired youth seemed to be experiencing 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 his suitcase and prepared to leave.

How can I find you?

The black-haired youth asked, head bowed.

Dekan feigned a moment's hesitation, then looked intently at the black-haired youth and said:

"You are both a respectable opponent and a formidable opponent that I fear. I never imagined that a man of your caliber existed in the world today."

Upon hearing these words, the black-haired youth looked up at Dekan, and a glimmer of life seemed to return to his eyes.

Dekan understood immediately upon seeing this reaction.

This guy is just like Alice; you should praise him to death to ruin him!

So Dekan continued:

"If you want to see me again, you need to swear an oath—"

"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 an unparalleled expert! If you're willing to make a promise, you can contact me anytime in the future, and I'll be there to see you through to the end!"

The black-haired youth smiled with relief and nodded without hesitation.

He swore:

"I swear to the God of Luck and Fate, I will not..."

"I don't believe in gods, but I'm asking you to swear an oath because I believe in you. Please swear by your real name."

Dekan interrupted him.

The black-haired youth was taken aback, but without questioning Dekan, he renewed his oath:

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

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

"Morion..."

Clay frowned slightly as he muttered to himself.

He seemed to have heard the name Morion before, but couldn't quite place where.

"Consider this card a loan; you can use it to contact both of us."

As he spoke, Dekan returned the [Ultra-Long Distance Communication Magic] he had won from Clay to Clay.

Just now, Croix used her [Ultra-Long Distance Communication Magic] to link with this card, Clay.

Clay nodded and accepted the card without hesitation.

"By the way, Clay, since we've met, let me give you a little hint."

Dekan seemed to hesitate for a long time before finally deciding to tell Clay something before they parted.

"How?"

"You may soon face a bloody disaster, and in the future, you may attract some unknown evil spirits, suffering from nightmares. To avoid all this, you must do good deeds and accumulate merit, and find your destined savior."

"What do you mean?"

Clay's tone was clearly unhappy.

He hates it when people say such unlucky things.

"I did a little divination for you, but it might not be very accurate. Ultimately, your destiny is determined by yourself."

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

"... Who exactly are you?"

"I'm just a traveler who studies divination and fortune; you can choose to forget what I just said."

With those last words, Dekan and Croix completely disappeared outside the VIP room.

Clay, sitting in the VIP room, fell silent.

He was somewhat bothered by Dekan's words.

This guy is really mysterious.

Croix and Dekan emerged from the underground club.

"Dekan, who exactly is this guy that you'd go through all this trouble for?"

Croix, who had been listening nearby, felt sorry for the guy named Clay.

Although Croix wasn't quite sure what Dekan specifically wanted to do.

But he knew that nothing Dekan had said was superfluous.

They practically wanted to completely swindle this guy named Clay!

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

Dekan replied calmly.

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

The mark above corresponds to the most arrogant Bishop of Frenzy I had seen earlier at the Bishop Council.

"You're not kidding?!"

Upon hearing Dekan's words, even the usually composed Croix couldn't help but experience a dramatic change in expression.

"Of course, if I'm not mistaken, Clay's purpose in coming to the Randir Kingdom this time is to deal with us."

Neither the Northern Nations nor the Resurrection Church would let go of the golden opportunity for Dekan to leave the Norton Kingdom.

Moreover, Dekan remembered that at the Bishop Council, the Bishop of Frenzy had made a threatening statement that if Dekan dared to leave the Norton Kingdom, he would definitely come and kill Dekan.

Unfortunately, Clay is a gambling addict.

Before they even started anything, Dekan had completely swindled them out of everything.