Full-Time Magician: Demon Mage

Chapter 258 The Blue-Clad Butler

"This is the blue-robed deacon of the Black Vatican!" Mu Ningxue quickly recognized the blue-robed man's identity. As one of the victims, she had a deep understanding of the Black Vatican.

Daring to disregard the majesty of the Temple of Liberty, openly unleashing high-level magic on the streets, and ignoring the lives of ordinary people—only the Black Church would act in such a manner.

"You can run into this kind of madman anywhere."

Mo Fan, pale-faced, staggered to his feet and walked out of the coffee shop. Looking at the blue-clad butler wailing on the street, a sense of satisfaction welled up inside him.

"You should still be careful. Your wound has just healed, so it's best not to do any strenuous exercise," Nan Rongni said, standing behind him and quickly reminding him as he looked eager to try.

This guy endured such a violent attack, yet only his internal organs trembled violently; his ribs weren't even broken. He's a spineless coward, as hard as a rock in a latrine.

Mo Fan was unaware that Nan Rongni was secretly criticizing him. He simply nodded slightly and ignored her. If there were any more attacks, he would still have to engage in vigorous exercise.

"No help?"

Wang Teng stood still, pretending to watch the blue-clad deacon wailing on the ground, but his mind was always on his surroundings.

The Black Vatican's lunatics never act alone; they always have someone to meet them. It's just unknown how many people are secretly involved.

The blue-robed deacon had been dismembered by him, and his mental world had also been pierced twice by him, so he couldn't use magic for the time being.

To his surprise, this guy was actually a high-level ice-type mage with full mastery of the skills. No wonder he was so adept at using his domain and had such strong control over it.

It's a pity that a mage specializing in ice magic would dare to play an assassin. I don't know what he was thinking. Is he too confident in himself?

To think that he could simply rely on his domain and control to unleash skills with the power of high-level magic to deal with them would be to seriously underestimate him.

Wang Teng didn't believe that these guys hadn't investigated the Nationalist government's forces before the attack.

But after waiting for several minutes, no one made a move from the shadows. Instead, the temple mages of the Temple of Freedom arrived.

"Who dares to commit violence openly on the streets of New York?!"

The man was dressed in black and gold, with a pair of winged magical artifacts on his back. He hovered at the end of the street not far away, his gaze quickly locking onto the wailing blue-robed butler, and flew over.

From the other direction, a mage with wings of wind rushed over, his magical aura even stronger, and arrived in front of us in the blink of an eye.

"Pei Li! It's you, you traitor..." The mage of the Purple Wind Temple stared wide-eyed at the face of the man lying on the ground and shouted in disbelief.

"Mentor~ You said he was... the one from many years ago?" The temple mage, dressed in winged magical equipment, asked in a low voice, after all, this was a scandal of the Temple of Freedom back then.

The Purple Wind Temple mage ignored him for the time being and looked at the group of young people. He quickly realized that they were members of the National Team.

Not long ago, he watched the game as a witness, never expecting that the guy in front of him who hadn't even made a move was the ace.

"Hello, I am Kevin, the magic instructor of the Temple of Liberty. Your match was very exciting."

"He is the blue-robed deacon of the Black Vatican, a former traitor to the temple mages. I need to take him back for interrogation immediately."

"I will inform your National Team's leader and instructor afterward. This matter has a great impact on our Temple Mages, and there should be a generous reward."

"Speaking of which, I'm really grateful to you for managing to keep him under control!"

Kevin bowed slightly to Wang Teng, then picked up Pei Li from the ground and had the intern carry his limbs. The two of them quickly headed towards the Temple of Liberty.

"This guy really gets things done quickly and efficiently. I wonder what kind of reward he'll get." Mo Fan watched Kevin leave, and a sense of envy crept into his heart.

"Thanks, Lao Wang. Today was really dangerous."

"It's nothing~"

"We'd better find a hotel closer to the Temple of Liberty to stay in now."

"If this attack fails, there's no guarantee there won't be a next one."

"These people will stop at nothing to achieve their goals," Wang Teng immediately advised.

"It should be fine, right? It looked like that guy was after Mo Fan just now, and we don't have any grudge against the Black Vatican," Guan Yu said dismissively.

"I was just saying, do whatever you want." Wang Teng smiled faintly. You people can live or die as you please, just don't die in front of me.

To avoid others saying I have the ability but don't take action, and then causing trouble, people from these powerful families are really capable of doing such things.

Nan Jue looked at Wang Teng speechlessly. His attitude was practically saying, "Stay away from him, or you'll get blood on him."

This sense of distance, this push and pull, couldn't be clearer; it shows they see each other as a burden and have no trust in their teammates whatsoever.

A man with an extremely independent and self-aware personality!

Guan Yu also realized what was going on, and his face showed some shame and embarrassment. This was simply treating him like he wasn't human.

Unlike Mo Fan, who would have definitely mocked Wang Teng if that guy had said that, Wang Teng couldn't even muster the thought of refuting him.

Wang Teng didn't reveal some information, namely the assassins' cultivation levels. If he did, and these people still remained defiant, then he would admire them.

According to the original plot, Leng Jue came to steal things, and he had his eye on something in the collection of the Temple of Liberty. He wanted to use a diversionary tactic.

The goal hasn't been achieved yet, and the tool under my command has already fallen. I don't know if another tool will appear.

The Black Vatican is a force with plenty of cannon fodder, and it's practically worthless. Over the years, who knows how much they've accumulated?

Apart from the cardinal, who was considered a big shot, everyone below that level was cannon fodder who could be sacrificed at any time.

This wide-net tactic is indeed a major headache for various forces, and unfortunately, they have fertile ground to survive all over the world.

Ultimately, it's nothing more than the dark side of power struggles among big shots. Wearing white clothes makes them respectable people, while changing into black robes makes them the Black Vatican.

If the source isn't cleaned up properly, it will never be truly clean.

"Alright, I think the vice-captain's suggestion is good, just to be on the safe side."

"I don't want to fail halfway through my mission before I even get started." Jiang Yu saw that the atmosphere was getting tense and immediately stood up with a smile to ease the tension.

Jiang Shaoxu hesitated, opening her mouth but then closing it again. She felt that Wang Teng was being a little too cautious, but out of trust, she suppressed the urge to speak.

"Let's go back. We can't explore like this anymore, and the temple mages will be getting their interrogation results soon."

"I think waiting for their news is a good option."

Nan Jue racked her brains and found a reason to support Wang Teng: Mo Fan was still injured, and being with everyone would ensure his safety.

(End of this chapter)