Episode 204: Dekan Exploits Chaos, Season Two
Dekan, disguised as Krey, arrived at the Enote Club together with Fahim.
Most of the venues run by the Enote Clan, the mafia family, were closed today.
However, this club still had someone watching over it.
Dekan had visited the Enote Club earlier in the morning in Krey’s appearance to greet the old steward.
Led by the old steward, Dekan and Fahim made their way to the VIP room.
Subsequently, the old steward tremulously closed the door for them.
The scholar dressed in a deep green suit, wearing a hat like a gentleman, seemed courteous yet appeared frightening to the old steward.
He could sense the smell of death from this person.
The old steward even had some horrifying suspicions.
But he dared neither to speak them out nor to think of them.
Because, even if it was true, he would be the first to die if he let the word out.
…
Inside the VIP room,
“Are you obsessed with gambling all the time?”
Fahim sat on one of the only two chairs in the VIP room, placing his hat on the table.
Looking at Dekan sitting opposite him at the card table, Fahim couldn’t help but find the situation ridiculous and absurd.
It was as if he was going to play a few rounds with Krey.
Even though it was outrageous, it somehow seemed reasonable when it came to Krey.
“Can’t I?”
Dekan countered, somewhat annoyed.
“Looks like your poverty is because of here.”
Fahim mockingly eyed the VIP room, ridiculing Dekan.
“Who said that? I currently have 5,000 gold coins. Who do you look down on?”
“Unfortunately, I will soon desecrate this city, and you can only take these 5,000 gold coins to another place to lose.”
Upon hearing this, Dekan furrowed his brows.
He seemed disinterested in causing destruction.
Moreover, the destruction affected his entertainment, making him quite annoyed.
A few moments later, Fahim opened his suitcase, took out some blueprints and odd alchemical devices.
His pale fingertips gently touched the surface of the blueprints, the sheepskin paper worn from repeated folding and unfolding, producing slight sounds.
Fahim began preparing to lay out the large magical array.
And Dekan sat opposite, waiting, seemingly feeling quite bored.
A few minutes later,
“Fahim, are you interested in gambling with me?”
Dekan yawned, looking at Fahim’s work.
“You know I don’t lack money, why waste time playing with you?”
Fahim’s hands paused slightly, raising his head to look at Dekan.
“I’ll gamble with these cards.”
Dekan took out the purple cards he had won from Krey.
Fahim glanced at the cards.
He was slightly tempted.
Because among them were a few rare Shadow World products that could no longer be made.
“After the matter is settled.”
After Fahim finished speaking, he went back to his work.
“How much longer do we have to wait?”
Dekan asked.
“At least five hours.”
“Shit!”
Dekan stood up irritably and slammed the Bishop’s Certificate on the table, saying to Fahim:
“I increase the stakes with this, and now I want to gamble with you!”
Fahim looked up again.
Fahim knew Krey, the notorious offender.
After all, Krey was the only bishop who dared to pawn the Bishop’s Certificate.
He had been caught once before.
Due to the inability to contact Krey for a long time through the Bishop’s Certificate, it gradually attracted the attention of the Illusory Bishop.
At the start, the Illusory Bishop didn’t suspect anyone would dare to pawn off the Bishop’s Certificate.
Until the Illusory Bishop sent someone to investigate, the perpetrator and the evidence were caught red-handed.
Krey had refused to admit guilt, behaving in a very defiant manner.
In the end, he had suffered serious punishment.
Fahim hadn’t expected Krey to dare to do such a thing again.
And the notorious offender obviously wasn’t afraid.
“Do you realize the meaning of using it to gamble with me?”
Fahim asked.
The Bishop’s Certificate can be lost, but certainly not to another bishop.
This is tantamount to handing over your lifeline to another bishop.
“Of course not giving it to you, if I lose, for one week, I will follow your instructions. And after a week, return the Bishop’s Certificate to me.”
Dekan said.
“You’re serious? You’ll follow any order? Even if I need you for an experiment, you’d agree?”
Fahim seemed to start moving slightly.
“This is beyond the mission plan, right?”
Dekan frowned, feeling Fahim was getting greedy.
“Then it’s off, anyway, I can make Carlos command you.”
Fahim sighed.
“Wait, you can experiment on me only once, and it can’t harm my body.”
Dekan appeared to compromise, but internally, he was laughing.
This guy finally couldn’t resist the temptation and got hooked!
“Hmph, don’t regret it.”
Fahim was completely moved this time.
Krey, the eighth-tier warrior, was the experimental subject Fahim had been longing to capture!
Fahim had been trying to capture physically strong warriors to conduct human experiments, only by using their bodies for trials and collecting data could Fahim complete his ultimate spell conception.
However, Fahim hit a dead end and couldn’t progress.
Because he couldn’t capture an elite eighth-tier warrior to conduct experiments.
And Krey was one of the people Fahim knew who had the strongest body.
Unfortunately, Fahim and Krey had always been at odds with each other.
But who would have thought that now there was an opportunity for Krey to come voluntarily!
“I play fair and lose gracefully.”
Dekan said.
“I bet you with 30,000 gold coins, enough?”
Fahim finally put down his tools and then took out a bank card from his inner pocket and placed it on the card table.
“Alright.”
Thus, the two began a rather complex gambling game.
Under Dekan’s full performance, he portrayed a gambler from excitement, tension, to panic, finally ending in despair and emptiness.
As expected, Fahim emerged victorious.
Then Dekan imitated Krey’s posture from last night when he lost to him, slouching in his chair dejectedly.
And Fahim sat smugly on the other side.
Neatly arranged on the card table were his spoils of war—
Krey’s purple cards and the Bishop’s Certificate.
“So Krey, you will honor your promise, right?”
Dekan remained silent but nodded.
“I will take a walk, call me if anything happens.”
Dekan played with his collar, feeling somewhat hot, this VIP room was unbearable for even a second.
“Hmph, go ahead. I find you quite annoying around anyway.”
Fahim felt especially good today.
Everything was going smoothly, and he was continuously blessed.
Subsequently, Dekan left the VIP room, went to another farther room, and locked the door.
He took out the “Dekan’s Gospel” and cast a curse, at the lowest level, once on “Chloix Kulang.”
He wanted to notify Chloix that everything was prepared.
…
At the same time.
Krey frowned as he answered Chloix’s call through the “Ultra-long-distance Communication Magic.”
“What’s wrong?”
Krey, who was diligently working to become wealthy, was slightly impatient.
Chloix had already contacted him once this morning via “Ultra-long-distance Communication Magic,”
asking him if he wanted to earn some money.
The impoverished Krey readily agreed.
Thus, Chloix arranged a delivery job for Krey that would earn him quite a lot of gold coins and sent him to a place not too far from the club.
Krey had started working early in the morning.
But he didn’t like being interrupted multiple times while he was working.
“Something bad happened! A man who claimed to be your friend took Morion away and asked me to tell you that he would help you retrieve something important.”
From the other end of the communication magic, Chloix’s voice sounded anxious.
“My friend?”
Krey was full of confusion but felt a faint sense of unease in his heart.
What sort of friend did he have?
“He calls himself Fahim, asking you to find him in the VIP room of the Enote Clan! You don’t have to do this delivery job, we’ll still pay you. Please, please go save Morion!”
After hearing that sentence, Krey’s hand stiffened.
Fahim?
Took Morion away?
Krey cut off the communication, and his whole body trembled slightly.
He had made a promise to Morion.
He vowed never to retrieve his lost wagers through force or coercion!
If Fahim interfered in this manner, how would Morion feel about it?
And with Fahim’s character.
Morion might already have suffered cruel torture at this moment!
He would absolutely not tolerate this!
“Fahim!!! If you dare kill Morion, I’ll never rest until you’re dead!!!”
Roaring with anger, Krey ran toward the Enote Club as fast as he could.
