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Chapter 104 The Unschooled American Soldier

Modu was not polite, Ian agreed to help, and he began to use these three powerful allies.

As for Captain America, he directly ignored him. For Kama Taj, the halo on Steve Rogers is meaningless, unless he can inherit the Brotherhood of the Holy Shield, he is eligible to meet the Supreme Mage.

"Long story short!"

Modu and Ian sat opposite each other and introduced:

"What we are going to deal with this time is the new clan of vampires entrenched on the east coast. These bastards are all newly transformed after World War II."

"These beasts ignored the Supreme Master's prohibition and kept transforming their dependents, and even reached into the secular government."

Boom!
The more Modu talked, the more angry he was, he punched the table, gnashing his teeth as if he wanted to eat those vampires into his stomach.

"Kama Taj's manpower is not enough, and it is not convenient for the Lord to directly intervene in the power of the secular government, so I have delayed until now."

"You brat boasted to His Holiness, and I just took this opportunity to eradicate those things in the United States at once."

"Behind the expansion of these people, is there a second-generation vampire figure?" Ian was really curious when he heard the regulars in these fantasy works.

But such words made Mo Du roll his eyes: "Do you know what you're talking about? Those rubbish dared to collude with the second-generation vampires, and they were burned to ashes by the venerable's anger long ago."

"Right!"

Ian nodded, not very interested in a group of ordinary vampires who would die at the sight of light.

The original vampire in the Marvel world was a wizard who borrowed the knowledge of the "Dark God Book" to transform himself into this kind of monster.

After tossing for more than 1 years, the wizard didn't want to live anymore, so he handed the "Dark Book of God" to Dracula, and walked into the sun by himself to commit suicide.

As a new continent, the United States does not even have three generations of vampires. The most powerful clan now is Deacon Frost, who grew up in the modern industrial society.

This old man is the mortal enemy of the Blade Warrior. He doesn't understand magic at all, and he doesn't know how deep the water in the magic world is. His mind is full of how to escape from the control of the European vampire clan, and then control the entire world.

"How many mystics have you prepared?" Ian had already started thinking about the plan to kill these guys.

In the original book, this group of vampires are just a group of scum, there is no need to save them. To deal with this group of vampires, one word - kill!

"Although ordinary vampires are at the bottom of the magic world, this is not a problem for capitalists in human society."

"Just go on living and be their best. Those trash don't care if they're human or some other shit."

It is not difficult for him to kill a small vampire clan, the trouble is those humans who are in collusion with them.

"Are you testing my determination?" Mo Du frowned, and said very unhappy:
"His Holiness should have told you that I am Kama Taj who can't tolerate those dark creatures the most. You don't need to worry, the entire New York Temple, Casillas and I will stand with you."

"I'm not worried about your resolve with magical creatures!"

Ian shook his head slowly, and he said: "But this time it is inevitable to come into contact with the upper echelons of human society, and I personally don't mind making a fuss. But is Kama Taj willing to do something to ordinary people?"

"The supreme mage is the real ruler of the earth!" Modu expressed his attitude in one sentence.

The mystics did not participate in the development of human beings in the past. Firstly, they did not want to interfere with the natural development of human beings under the instruction of the Supreme Mage. Secondly, there were too many dangerous magical knowledge in magic, which was not suitable for large-scale dissemination.

"Okay, let's go to New York then!"

Ian stood up and left as he said, without any delay.

"Don't worry, since I have signed a covenant with the Supreme Master, I will definitely help you solve the troubles of ordinary people."

Looking at the kind smile on Ian's face, Modu always felt that something was wrong, so he couldn't help reminding: "You still have to be cautious, the existence of Kama Taj must not be revealed."

"Do not worry."

Ian waved his hand, assuring Modu, and then he walked to the next room.

"Duk, duk, duk!"

He knocked on the door, and after getting permission, walked into the room.

"Captain, do you still feel used to living here?"

Wearing a black mystic robe, Steve looked away from "Modern World History", looked at Ian who walked in, and said with a smile: "The environment here is not bad, much better than when we were fighting the Germans."

Ian locked him in his room all day without letting him leave.

Steve still regards himself as a member of the U.S. Army. If he knows about Karma Taj, he will report to the higher authorities according to the professional ethics of an officer.

"Ian, when will you let me out of here?" Steve reluctantly accepted the fact that he had been asleep for more than 60 years, eager to find his friends who didn't know if they were still alive.

"I'm going to New York to solve some troubles, and I can take the captain with you."

Ian folded his hands on his chest, leaned against the door frame, and said to him, "But before you leave, you have to promise me one thing. You can't tell anyone what you saw and heard during this operation."

"This is not a reasonable request. If you want me to agree, you need to give me a reason."

Although Steve hopes to get in touch with other people as soon as possible, he is also curious about what organization Ian belongs to.

"It's nothing important, it's just that this operation involves supernatural power. Some things are not suitable for spreading among the public, so I hope you can sign a contract first, Captain."

Ian took out a piece of parchment with more than a dozen lines of Latin written on it, shining the positive energy of Visandi.

Rituals and contracts, this is an important subject that cannot be bypassed in magic.

From Visandi to Asgard, to Sithorne and the devils outside the lower level, they all played well with contracts.

The devils represented by Mephisto have harvested countless souls from ancient times to the present.

Ian didn't use black magic, he wasn't a demon, the human soul meant nothing to him, and Steve wasn't a vicious person, so he didn't need to be so ruthless.

"This contract can guarantee that you will not be able to disclose to anyone what you see and hear next under any circumstances."

Ian rubbed his chin and said, "Don't worry, I didn't add any other clauses, so don't worry about signing."

Steve picked up the parchment, glanced at it, and his face instantly became very embarrassed.

"Any questions?"

Ian rubbed his chin. If he was unwilling to sign, he could only use force to clean his memory or simply not take him out.

"I entered a factory before I even finished middle school. I didn't have the opportunity to study until I joined the army, but all I learned was military."

"I really don't understand such a strange thing as Latin!"

It's not that Steve felt that Ian was bowing his head, it's just that he confronted Ian aggressively just now, but now he can't even read the words, which is somewhat embarrassing.

"Well, I haven't thought about that."

Ian took out a pen and wrote the English version of the treaty under the Latin text.

After reviewing it again and again, Steve still signed his own name.

Anyway, in Ian's hands, he has no other choice.

"Very good, I hope we can continue to cooperate like this in the future."

Ian retracts the deed and throws him the star-wielding shield.

"Come with me, we're leaving for New York now."

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