Full-Time Magician: Demon Mage

Chapter 315 Wake Him Up Quickly

"Oh, is that what it is? I don't have that plan yet. I don't have time to deal with things at the mine right now."

"Let's talk about it when we get back to China..."

Wang Teng smiled nonchalantly. It seemed that Zhu Tiezui also wanted to get involved, but unfortunately, he couldn't find a way to do so.

The choice of collaborators is also important. Given Lin Yunxi's status and influence, coupled with the military power of the entire country behind her, Zhu Meng is powerless against her.

Otherwise, he would easily be caught in a media storm internationally, not to mention his involvement. Given his background in the trial committee, Zhu Meng would probably have no choice but to watch helplessly.

Treasures are tempting, let alone top-grade resources like the Thunder-type Celestial Seed. Zhu Meng's thunder magic is quite impressive, so it's understandable that he wants it.

However, he still needs to plan for the magic system that will awaken after he becomes a super-elite, since he has both a lightning-type treasure and the resources of the Great Celestial Seed.

He could easily break through to the Super Rank and awaken the Lightning element, which would be no less powerful than the Dimensional element, and would also give him an additional violent elemental attack spell.

Magical treasures are extremely rare, and can generally only be found in dangerous forbidden areas. Ordinary mineral veins may only yield one such find every few decades.

Breaking the forbidden spell requires magical treasures as an essential part; merely maintaining the super-rank without breaking the forbidden spell is not very meaningful to him.

Once his demonic arts cultivation advances two more steps and reaches the Supreme Monarch level, only forbidden spells can be used; otherwise, it's not as satisfying as a casual strike.

Only forbidden spells can cause a qualitative change in magic, giving it certain incredible functions, and that is its greatest significance to him.

"Okay... in that case, I'll reply to him like this."

Pang Lai breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw that Wang Teng was not angry about it, realizing that he had been worrying too much.

This result is already very good. Recently, the Speaker's secretary has been using his position to win over various parties.

If he hadn't acted first, Wang Teng would likely have been won over by the other side.

He disliked this kind of clique-building behavior, but he didn't intend to interfere too much, as the other party had a lot of power behind them.

Doing his job well and striving to maintain the strength of the Palace Mage Corps—that's what he, as the chief representative, should be doing.

In fact, the court magicians and the speaker are two separate systems of operation, and they are basically equal to each other.

The Royal Mage Corps is the highest magical institution in the country, managing all magical institutions and forces within the nation. It is a relatively purely violent organization, aligned with international standards.

The speaker oversees the military, councilors in major cities and regions, powerful families, tax authorities, mineral resources, and city security, among other things.

Pang Lai received a reply and then left.

After taking a sip of his blue cocktail, Wang Teng shifted his gaze to the direction of the competition venue.

From a spectator's perspective, it's a very different experience to watch people perform below.

No wonder there are so few magic competitions; this kind of feeling makes people unconsciously look down on magic.

In some small places, mages are as prestigious as noblemen, even if they are just novice mages.

In the world of ordinary people, that's equivalent to a superpower!

Isn't it awesome to casually conjure a fireball?

It is incredibly rare for elite students from the world's most prestigious universities to perform advanced magic for them.

This tradition of monks protecting ordinary people only exists in China. If this were abroad, a monk's life would be worth far more than that of an ordinary person.

These are two separate ideas.

"Greece wins!"

A moment later, the referee's announcement resounded throughout the entire arena.

If it weren't for that woman, Azharia, the French team would still have a chance; now they have no chance at all.

On the field, Asha'ruya removed the armor that resembled that of a female dark swordsman, and a confident smile appeared on her face.

Without much effort, she wielded a dark rapier and hacked down the entire group of people.

They're a team you can easily handle.

"Beautiful! So beautiful!"

"She's always so radiant!"

"Tch~ You talk like you've actually done it before."

"You wouldn't know this, would you?"

"Back in the day..."

At some point, Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan arrived at the edge of the deck to watch the battle, and the two of them said some very vulgar things in a cheeky manner.

This drew angry stares from some people in the neighborhood, who wished they could get rid of them as soon as possible.

Wang Teng immediately made himself less noticeable and quietly retreated behind the crowd.

"Hey, hey~ Stop talking!" Zhao Manyan felt a chill down his spine. He turned around and saw that a group of people had surrounded him.

The gazes of these people made him sweat profusely!

"Don't take my picture~ Ouch, what are you doing?" Mo Fan shrugged and turned his head in confusion, only to be met with a fist.

"Beat them! Beat these two shameless scoundrels who slandered the Holy Maiden to death!"

"Everyone, get out there!"

"Holy crap~ Don't spit!"

"Damn it, who pulled down my pants...?"

"Whoever's urine is yellow, wake him up quickly..."

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A group of people noisily surrounded and attacked the two people on the edge of the deck. Almost all of them were ordinary people and had no magical aura.

They specifically targeted the lower body, forcing the two men to defend themselves with their superior physiques.

Wang Teng retreated to Jiang Shaoxu's table, clicking his tongue in admiration as he watched the group of people wrestling together.

"It's so embarrassing to be here internationally..." Tang Yue covered her face, unable to bear watching the scene. She never expected that someone who seemed so honest back then would turn out so badly.

To discuss the popular saint of the Parthenon in public like this, is Mo Fan out of his mind?

Besides, even if she's not a saint, what decent woman could withstand such slander? She's not really promiscuous.

"This guy's mouth is probably used to being this lewd by now..."

Jiang Shaoxu was quite open-minded. She used to enjoy teasing people and was very immune to such flirtatious talk.

However, not everyone can endure it, and those who cannot will do things like what happened today.

"Luckily, this isn't the Greek team's rest area, otherwise it wouldn't just be these dozen or so ordinary people being besieged."

"What's there to be afraid of... anyway, we're tough and can't be killed."

"Besides, they're both shameless people, they don't care about saving face."

The group sipped their cocktails, watching as more and more people gathered around, pointing and whispering about the two men.

Zhao Manyan glanced outside and noticed something was wrong; there were too many onlookers, and it even seemed like reporters had arrived.

He quickly pulled Mo Fan aside and whispered a few words in his ear.

Mo Fan's expression changed. Although he was thick-skinned, he didn't want his reputation as a rogue to spread all over the world.

The two struggled and broke free from the crowd, then dashed to the other side and quickly disappeared from sight.

Wang Teng watched as the two men ran away, and then the reporters rushed over. However, they didn't see the two men, so he prepared to interview those who were still standing there.

"This is not good... There's a chance someone in this group will recognize those two as members of the National Guard. That would be quite embarrassing."

"We still have to clean up their messes..."

His eyes flashed, and an invisible mental fluctuation passed through them. The reporter who was about to ask a question paused for a moment, then turned and left.

(End of this chapter)