Dekan's Tiger-Driving-Into-Wolf Strategy, Season Two

Disguised as Clay, Dekan brought Fahim to the Inot Club.

Almost all of the Inot Clan's establishments are closed today.

However, this club is still under guard.

This morning, Dekan, disguised as Clay, arrived at the Inot Club and made arrangements with the old manager.

Led by the old steward, Dekan and Fahim went to the VIP room.

Then the old steward shakily closed the door for them.

This scholar, dressed in a dark green suit and top hat, and behaving like a gentleman, was particularly frightening to the old steward.

He could smell death emanating from this person.

Even the old steward harbored some terrible suspicions.

But he dared not speak of it, nor dared he even think about it.

Even if it were true, he would be the first to die if he told anyone.

In the VIP room.

"Is gambling really all you can think about?"

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

Looking at Dekan sitting across from him at the card table, Fahim couldn't help but find this outpost somewhat absurd and laughable.

It was as if he wanted to play a couple of rounds with Clay.

Although it's outrageous, it surprisingly makes sense when applied to Clay.

"Is that not allowed?"

Dekan retorted, somewhat annoyed.

"So it seems this is the reason you're penniless."

Fahim looked at the VIP room with a mocking gaze, Taunt at Dekan.

"Who said that? I have 5,000 Gold Coin now. Who do you think you are?"

"Unfortunately, I'm about to ruin this city, so you'll have to gamble away these 5,000 Gold Coin elsewhere."

Dekan frowned upon hearing this.

He doesn't seem to have much interest in causing destruction.

Moreover, the vandalism disrupted his entertainment, which made him very unhappy.

Fahim then opened his suitcase and took out some blueprints and strangely shaped alchemical tools.

His pale fingertips gently touched the surface of the drawing, the parchment worn and frayed from countless folds and unfoldings making a soft sound.

Fahim began preparations for setting up a large-scale magic circle.

Dekan sat opposite him, waiting, seemingly bored.

A few minutes later.

"Fahim, interested in making a bet with me?"

Dekan yawned and looked at Fahim's work.

"You know I'm not short of money, why should I waste my time playing with you?"

Fahim paused slightly, then looked up at Dekan.

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

Dekan took out the purple cards he had won from Clay.

Fahim looked at the cards.

I am indeed somewhat tempted.

Because some of them are products from the Shadow World that cannot be reproduced.

"Let's wait until this is over."

After Fahim finished speaking, he continued with his work.

"How much longer will we have to wait?"

Dekan asked.

"At least five hours."

"Go to hell!"

Dekan stood up irritably, slammed his Bishop's Token on the table, and said to Fahim:

"I'll add this, now bet with me!"

Fahim looked up again.

Fahim knew about Clay, a habitual offender.

After all, Clay was the only bishop who dared to pawn his Bishop's Token.

He was arrested back then.

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

In fact, the Bishop of Falsehood never suspected that anyone would dare to pawn their Bishop's Token.

It wasn't until the Bishop of Falsehood sent his men to investigate that they caught the culprit red-handed.

Clay also refused to plead guilty and displayed an extremely hostile attitude.

Ultimately, he was severely punished.

Fasim never expected that Clay would dare to do something like this again.

Moreover, this repeat offender is clearly still unafraid.

Have you thought clearly about the meaning of betting this with me?

"Fahim asked."

One may lose the Bishop's Token, but one must never lose it to another bishop.

This undoubtedly puts the lifeline in the hands of other bishops.

"Of course I'm not giving it to you. If I lose, I'll do as you say for a week, and after a week, I'll return the Bishop's Token to you."

Dekan said.

"Are you serious? You'll obey me completely? You'll agree to do anything I ask, even if I need to use you as an experiment?"

Fahim seemed somewhat tempted.

"This is outside the mission plan, isn't it?"

Dekan frowned, thinking that Fahim was being a bit greedy.

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

Fahim sighed.

"Wait, I'll only let you do one experiment at most, and it can't harm my body."

Dekan outwardly appeared to compromise, but inwardly he was chuckling.

This guy finally succumbed to the temptation and took the bait!

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

Fahim was completely smitten this time.

Clay, an eighth-tier martial artist, was an experimental subject he had longed for but could never capture!

Fahim has been trying to capture physically strong warriors for human experimentation. Only by using their bodies to collect data can Fahim complete the ultimate spell he envisions.

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

Because he simply couldn't capture a top-tier eighth-level martial artist to conduct his experiments.

And Clay was one of the people Fahim knew who possessed the strongest physique.

Unfortunately Clay and Fahim have never gotten along.

Unexpectedly, an opportunity has now presented itself to Clay!

"I can afford to gamble, and I can afford to lose."

Dekan said.

"I'll bet you 30,000 Gold Coin, is that enough?"

Fahim finally put down the props he was holding, then took a Bank Card from his inner pocket and placed it on the card table.

"Can."

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

Dekan's all-out performance portrays the entire process of a gambler's journey from excitement and exhilaration to panic and finally despair and emptiness.

He lost to Fahim without any surprise.

Then he mimicked the way Clay slumped into his chair after losing to him the night before.

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

His spoils were neatly arranged beside the card table.

Clay's purple card and the Bishop's Token.

"So, Clay, you'll keep your promise, won't you?"

Dekan didn't say a word, but he nodded.

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

Dekan tugged at his collar, seemingly feeling a bit hot; he couldn't stand being in that VIP room for even a second longer.

"Hehe, go ahead, I find you annoying here too."

Fahim felt exceptionally good today.

May everything go smoothly and may good fortune follow you.

Dekan then left the VIP room and went to another, more distant room, where he locked the door.

He took out the [Dekan Gospel] and, with the least amount of curse, cursed "Croix Kuran" once.

He intended to use this to inform Croix that everything was ready.

At the same time.

Clay frowned as he answered the [Ultra-Long Distance Communication Magic] call from Croix.

"What's wrong?"

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

Croix had already contacted him once this morning using [Ultra-Long Distance Communication Magic].

Ask him if he wants to make some money.

The impoverished Clay readily agreed.

So Croix assigned Clay a delivery job that could earn him a lot of Gold Coin, and relocated him to a place that was neither too close nor too far from the club.

Clay started work early in the morning.

But he dislikes being constantly disturbed while working.

"Something terrible has happened! A guy claiming to be your friend has taken Morion away and asked me to tell you that he will help you get your important things back."

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

"My friend?"

Clay was puzzled, but he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

He doesn't have any friends.

"He calls himself Fahim and tells you to go to the Inot Clan's VIP room to find him! You don't need to do this job for now; we'll pay you as promised. Please, please go and save Morion!"

Upon hearing this, Clay's hand froze.

Fahim?

Did they take Morion away?

Clay cut off the communication, his body trembling slightly.

He swore an oath to Morion.

We will never use force or coercion to get back the bets we've lost!

If Fahim gets involved like this, what will Morion think?

Moreover, given Fahim's personality...

Morion may have already met a terrible end!

He absolutely will not allow this to happen!

"Fahim!!! If you dare kill Morion, I'll fight you to the death!!"

Roaring, Clay sprinted towards the Inot Club at top speed.