The magic cards I made are no problem

"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.

"Hehe, if it wasn't for taking money from Carlos, I would take this good opportunity to kill you now."

Carlos is the name of the false bishop.

"Clay" also made no secret of his killing intent, and it seemed that he was going to attack Fahim in the next second.

"I don't mind killing you rude guy here first."

Fahim said coldly.

Both of them, however, knew what was going on.

They can't fight among themselves at this time, even if there is a conflict, they can only endure it first.

"According to the agreement between you and Carlos, you should follow my command now, right?"

Fahim seemed to think of something and asked.

"No, the agreement between me and Carlos is that if he doesn't give me 5000 gold coins, I won't follow his command, but I didn't say in this agreement that I would follow your command."

"Clay" said with reason.

"You guys are really not afraid of death?"

For a moment, Fahim was shocked by Clay's impeccable logic.

It even feels that Clay is a bit of a dead pig and is not afraid of boiling water.

"Heh, I can't escape the punishment anyway. I want me to follow your command. There is no door. But I have already found the temporary stronghold that Carlos asked me to find. Come with me."

"Clay" said, turned around and walked forward.

"I will report your performance to Carlos in full, and you can be proud now."

It's not that Fahim can't do anything about Clay, he just needs to report it.

So Fahim followed "Clay", and the two walked in the tunnel one after the other.

Durkan, who was disguised as Clay, walked in front at this time, his left eye narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

Fahim, you got on the wrong bus.

## Author's Note:

One more chapter, but it's getting closer

Today, this chapter has been deleted, deleted and revised several times, but I still feel dissatisfied, sorry in advance

I will try my best to move the update time forward tomorrow. I am really in a bad state today, dizzy and brain short-circuited. It took too long for Kawen to change the text. I am really sorry.

ps: Push the book "Choose a Witch to Be My Wife!" "

Volume 204 Endless Purgatory: 27 Durkan drives tigers and wolves to the second season (more 62/[-])

Durkan, disguised as Clay, brought Fahim to the Innotek Club.

The venues of the gangster Yinnot clan are basically closed today.

But there are still guards in this club.

Durkan came to the Innotek club this morning in the appearance of Clay to greet the old steward.

Under the leadership of the old steward, Durkan and Fahim went to the VIP room together.

Then the old steward closed the door for them tremblingly.

This gentleman-like scholar in a dark green dress and a top hat looked particularly scary to the old steward.

He could smell death in this man.

Even the old steward had some terrible guesses in his mind.

But he didn't dare to say it, and he didn't dare to think about it.

Because even if it is true, as long as it is said, he will be the first to die.

......

In the VIP room.

"Are you really thinking about gambling?"

Fahim sat on the only two seats in the VIP room and put his top hat on the table.

Looking at Durkan, who was sitting across from the card table, Fahim couldn't help feeling that this stronghold was ridiculous.

It was as if he was going to play two games with Clay.

Although it is outrageous, it is unexpectedly reasonable to put Clay on him.

"Can't you?"

Durkan asked back with some displeasure.

"It seems that you will end up penniless because of this."

Fahim looked at the VIP room jokingly, mocking Durkan.

"Who said that? I have 5000 gold coins now, who do you look down on?"

"Unfortunately, I will soon ruin this city, you can only take the 5000 gold coins to lose elsewhere."

Durkan frowned upon hearing this.

He doesn't seem very interested in causing damage.

Moreover, the sabotage also affected his entertainment, which made him very unhappy.

Then Fahim opened the suitcase and took out some blueprints and strange alchemy props.

His pale fingertips lightly touched the surface of the drawing, and the parchment, which had been folded and unfolded countless times and worn out, made a small sound.

Fahim began to prepare for the layout of the large magic circle.

And Durkan sat opposite, waiting, seemingly bored.

After a few minutes.

"Fahim, are you interested in taking a gamble with me?"

Durkan yawned, looked at the work in Fahim's hand and said.

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

Fahim's hand stopped slightly, and he looked up at Durkan.

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

Durkan pulled out the purple cards he'd won from Clay.