Full-Time Magician: Demon Mage

Chapter 255 Temple of Freedom

Once the debt is settled in person, Ai Jiangtu will transfer all the money to him afterwards, resulting in a total of 8.49 million yuan in funds.

His bank account balance will soon reach a staggering 214 billion. If others find out about this amount, someone might try to kidnap him.

This doesn't even include the rare resources on the shelves of the Hall of Heroes; that's where the real bulk of the wealth lies, and the cash on hand is probably not even a fraction of the value of those resources.

"Given how fast you're making money, I'm a little curious, how much money have you actually saved?"

Jiang Shaoxu lay directly on his lap, her body very restless, twisting and turning constantly, occasionally taking deep breaths to inhale that familiar scent.

"It's not much money... but it's enough for you guys as pocket money."

Wang Teng gently stroked that pretty face, his meaning was clear: he could support not only her, but also the others.

"Hmph~"

Jiang Shaoxu naturally understood what he meant, ignored him, and buried her head to go to sleep. The Temple of Liberty was still a long way off.

After sitting back down, Mo Fan saw the scene next to him and felt extremely envious of Wang Teng. He glanced at Mu Ningxue next to him and then patted his thigh.

"That's childish."

Mu Ningxue immediately understood his thoughts. With so many people around, she dared not do that and could only maintain her expressionless face.

Mo Fan was somewhat unwilling to give up, but he didn't dare to overstep his bounds. After all, this was his acknowledged first wife, unlike his second wife Xin Xia, who was not as obedient. If it were his second wife, she might have already started taking his drugs.

Every night during their video chats, Xinxia would show him revealing things in a very explicit way, satisfying his filthy desires.

But this one in front of him is different. The more unattainable he is, the more desperate he becomes. He can only blame himself for not being fast or passionate enough in his pursuit.

When he thought of Xinxia, ​​his gaze unconsciously moved to her two full breasts, and his mind automatically removed the veil that was covering her.

Recalling what Xin Xialu had shown him, the more he thought about it, the clearer the image became. His blood began to surge, and he quickly adjusted his posture and suppressed the gun fire.

"Thank goodness..."

He rubbed his nose and, finding no nosebleed, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes darted around as he glanced around, seemingly not having attracted the attention of his teammates.

Nan Jue sat in the back with a strange expression on her face. She turned her head to look at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window to try and calm herself down.

With her accelerated training in sound magic, she is now able to barely connect with high-level constellations, which has led to a deeper understanding of sound magic.

She can use simple magic at will, as if it were an instinct. For example, she can listen to all kinds of sounds. Sounds that may be very faint or even inaudible to others are no different from normal sounds to her.

For example, the sound of blood flowing faster...

Mo Fan's self-deceiving demeanor almost made her burst out laughing; he really was still a virgin.

Of course, she wasn't that tasteless, so she could only pretend not to know, because speaking out about such things would easily arouse suspicion from others.

Just like Jiang Shaoxu's mind-based magic, she believed that the woman must have sensed something as well, since she was just sleeping peacefully.

Poor Mo Fan thought he had hidden it well, but little did he know that it was no different from being in public. If some tasteless person pointed it out, he would be so embarrassed that he would die on the spot.

Amidst a continuous, noisy roar, time flew by, and by the time they arrived at the Temple of Liberty in New York, it was already four or five in the afternoon.

The group rushed to the National Pavilion of the Temple of Liberty. From the helipad in the harbor, they could see a stunning statue of a goddess rising from the sea, its holy blue and golden light inspiring awe.

The statue of the goddess is almost the size of a skyscraper, and according to some sources, the Temple of Liberty is located here. The statue of the goddess is the Temple of Liberty, and the entire sculpture of the goddess is the temple itself!

Like the Oriental Pearl Tower, the base of the statue of Goddess features a tourist area, museum, exhibition hall, and research center.

Upon learning that members of the Chinese Nationalist government had arrived at Freedom Island, the temple mage Oruna personally came to greet them in the plaza below the goddess statue.

Oruna was still wearing that black and gold dress, exuding a Nordic-like aloofness and beauty. Only when she saw Wang Teng did a slight smile appear on her face.

The fact that the other side eliminated Kaso can be considered as doing the Temple of Freedom a favor, indirectly maintaining the temple's dignity.

Another factor is the other party's strength, which deserves her respect.

"I'll take you to the National Hall; I'm practically a teacher there."

"This is my younger brother, Ferome, who is also a player in the National Team now. It's good to get to know him." Oluna smiled and introduced the brown-haired young man next to her.

"Thank you so much for your welcome."

Hello~

Wang Teng reached out and gently grasped Aoluna's fair and delicate fingers.

"Hey~ you bastard, you don't have to hold hands for so long when you say hello." Fromm felt extremely displeased looking at the man in front of him holding Oluna's hand. In his mind, any man who touched Oluna was an enemy.

"Your little brother seems to care about you a lot, like a kid whose candy was taken away," Wang Teng chuckled.

"Yeah, he probably hopes I'll stay single forever so he can take care of me forever," Oluna laughed.

Upon hearing this, Fromm immediately flew into a rage, glaring angrily at Wang Teng. This guy truly disgusted him; it was like a knife stabbing him right in the heart.

That's what he truly thought in his heart, but for a man, a man in his twenties, to be told that he was still very dependent on his older sister was a great disgrace.

This completely ignited his already fragile self-esteem.

……

Led by Oruna, the group quickly arrived at the National Pavilion.

Orona led everyone to the American team members, who numbered about seven or eight. One of them, a handsome man with a headscarf, stood out, not because of his outstanding appearance, but because he was loudly reprimanding his teammates.

"This is our captain, Boblin," Fromm said.

Boblin stopped his insults, turned around, glanced at the group of people who had come to challenge him, and said, "Let's not waste our time, let's just go up and fight?"

"Shouldn't the competition rules be agreed upon beforehand?" Nan Jue felt that Boblin was being a bit too hasty.

"Oh, right, then how about a standard five-on-five, one game to decide the winner?" Boblin said, his words showing no respect for the group.

"No problem, five games to five games it is, we accept."

Ai Jiangtu is not worried about losing the game. The team's strength has already reached the expected level and is developing in a better direction.

(End of this chapter)