Full-Time Magician: Demon Mage

Chapter 316 Phantom of the Alley

With the source gone, the fight on deck has temporarily subsided. Whether it will cause discussion later is none of his business.

When that time comes, people from the Zhao family will naturally take action; he believes those people are not fools.

A short while later, the match resumed, with the British team and the American team taking the field.

As the first team to meet in the third round, everyone's expectations were quite high.

Unfortunately, the British team's Zhero has recovered with the support of his backers and has re-contracted with an Earth Evil Insect.

Like the French team before them, the American team was also brutally defeated by the swarm of evil insects and quickly lost the game.

The entire match was completely predictable, leaving many viewers somewhat disappointed.

However, the teams for tomorrow's three-way battle have already been decided.

Egypt, Greece, and Great Britain will engage in a fierce and cunning competition.

At this point, no one will give up easily!

"Damn it... Old Wang, you're really not being fair. I was just being attacked by so many people, and you were just watching the show?"

After disembarking, Mo Fan, who appeared out of nowhere, immediately ran over to complain.

"I'm a bit shy, so I can't participate in your topic."

"Besides, I cleaned up the mess for you. If that reporter reports this, you two will definitely be attacked!"

"At the time, I simply used telepathy to make him ignore the matter and leave temporarily."

"You can handle it yourselves afterwards."

Wang Teng didn't even look at Mo Fan; instead, he looked at Zhao Manyan, who had come along with him.

"Okay, thanks!" Zhao Manyan's eyes flashed, and he immediately understood what to do.

This matter today could be a big deal or a small deal. If it goes unnoticed, it's a trivial matter. But if it's exploited by someone with malicious intent...

There's a price to pay for being a braggart!

After the matter was settled, Wang Teng followed Judge Tang Zhong. He hadn't seen him much lately, but he didn't expect him to show up again today.

"Is it troublesome?" Mo Fan scratched his head and asked Zhao Manyan.

"I'm fine..."

Zhao Manyan sighed and shook his head, then, as if remembering something, immediately said, "You should keep a low profile these next few days."

"You've already had conflicts with quite a few forces, but with Chairman Han Ji around, no one will dare to openly make a move against you for the time being."

"But in the war of public opinion, you can't beat them even if you have ten thousand."

"This matter could be a big deal or a small deal. As long as we're not caught red-handed and it's not dug up, then it's fine."

"Once they find out, they'll definitely launch a massive online attack against you. Even if you're a hero, they can still vilify you like dirt."

Public opinion is a double-edged sword. Mo Fan did a lot of work in the ancient capital and in Bocheng, but not many people know about it.

Even now that Chairman Han Ji has made the announcement, many people still don't believe it.

Who would believe that a mage whose magical skill is only at the high level can fight against the sea of ​​the dead?

As for revealing the Demon faction publicly? That's even more impossible.

If someone were to slightly shift the topic, portraying Mo Fan as a son of an official, claiming it was manipulated internally, and promote it, perhaps even more people would believe it.

On the internet, who among ordinary people would pursue the truth? Spreading rumors is as easy as speaking, but debunking them is incredibly difficult—it's not just a matter of words.

The greater the hero, the higher the moral demands and expectations people have of him.

If you can't reach that level, then you should be prepared to suffer the consequences.

As for wanting the support of the entire nation? Do you think you're the founding emperor?

If Mo Fan were to behave himself normally, no one would target him. But he has already clashed with many powerful families, and his achievements will eventually be squandered due to carelessness.

Mo Fan stopped with a grin, having also understood Zhao Manyan's meaning.

Making fun of the popular saint at the Parthenon wasn't as casual as he thought, even if the other party herself didn't really care.

But Lao Zhao's point was that if others heard about this, it would be a big problem.

He felt a surge of irritation. These aristocratic people were truly despicable; they were chasing and biting him like dogs.

……

Walking through the streets of Venice at night, Mo Fan couldn't help but think about Mu Ningxue and Xin Xia.

"Mo Fan."

While I was thinking, I heard a melodious and light voice coming from the alley next door.

Mo Fan turned his head to look and found a woman wearing a black silk veil standing there, the shadow of the wall concealing her entire graceful figure.

If an average person looked in this direction, they would at most see a blurry shadow, and would never be able to see that there was a woman there.

Mo Fan looked at her and couldn't help but laugh, "How much per night, streetwalker?"

"How much are you willing to pay?" Asha's mother asked in an annoyed tone.

"You're so beautiful, I'd give up everything for just one shot," Mo Fan chuckled.

"Dirty!"

"What a scoundrel..." Asha Ruya frowned and glared at him fiercely.

"What do you want? Why do I feel like you've been hanging around me a lot lately?"

"I admit that I am very charming, and for many women, I am like a drug that makes them unable to extricate themselves."

"But I firmly believe that as a candidate for goddess, you should possess a level of composure that surpasses that of ordinary women," Mo Fan teased with a smile.

"I suddenly thought of someone, so I came to ask you about her." Asha'ruya ignored his flirtatious talk and pointed to a dimly lit, cozy little tavern not far away.

She was familiar with the place and ordered a fruit wine she wanted.

Mo Fan ordered a Sprite and asked, "What do you want to know?"

"Xinxia is now one of the candidates for goddess of the Parthenon, just like me," Asha'ruya replied calmly.

"Why are you asking her?" Mo Fan looked at her with some confusion.

"There's no particular reason, I just wanted to chat with you for a while and learn about her past. I'm quite curious about her," Asha'ruya said. Xinxia's performance at the Parthenon was somewhat unexpected.

Mo Fan hesitated for a moment, but since Asha Ruya wanted to hear it, there was no harm in saying it, after all, it wasn't something that couldn't be said.

In addition, he trusted this woman to a certain extent, and given her methods, she could find out if she wanted to.

So I talked to her about Xin Xia's past life.

An hour later, Mo Fan stared at the disappearing figure with a trace of sorrow on his face.

He learned about the Parthenon through Asha's advice and knew it was an extraordinary power, but he never expected it to be so vast.

Moreover, he felt that this vixen Asharuya must have many secrets she hadn't revealed. She hadn't mentioned anything about high-level mages or super-level mages.

Of course, it's good to know this much; at least Xinxia is relatively safe inside.

The only downside is that freedom is restricted.

He now regrets sending Xinxia to study at the Parthenon. If he had been more resolute, Xinxia wouldn't have had to face such a complicated environment.

With so many universities in China, where can't I go?

P.S.: I made some minor adjustments to the first two chapters, but the impact should be minimal.

(End of this chapter)