Full-Time Magician: Demon Mage

Chapter 435 Nighttime Conversation

The dock is located between the first and second lines of defense, and the intensity of the battle is still within a controllable range.

The hundreds of mid-level mages from various universities already constitute a very powerful magical force.

Once the elite students of the academy can withstand the initial onslaught of the sirens, they can quickly regain control of their battle rhythm.

The intensity of the battle at the docks decreased rapidly after the baptism of fire, and the sirens' advantage over humans was gradually reduced to a state of equilibrium.

Many students were injured and forced to leave the battlefield during the first wave of siren attacks, but they had support from logistics and healing mages. As long as they were not seriously injured, they were generally able to quickly rejoin the battle.

Another very important reason is that the Black Scale Demon has blocked the position, limiting the number of openings along the coast.

The area near the dock and river was mostly controlled by the Black Scale Demon, which gave the students time to react even after the unexpected chaos.

"That's quite a leisurely pace~"

A burly figure swiftly descended from the night sky and landed beside the mushroom pavilion.

Wang Teng looked up and saw another old acquaintance coming to join the fun. He immediately joked, "Councilor Zhu Meng looks like he's in his prime. I can see you fighting hard wherever you go."

As soon as Zhu Meng appeared, he thought of many things in an instant. It was probably the speaker's instruction to come and see how things were going.

After all, elite students from various universities have gathered here today, including many members of prominent families. If something happens to him, it will be a major incident.

The fact that Zhu Meng flew over late at night also shows that the frontline defense against the sirens is no longer under much pressure, indicating that the combat forces have spare capacity.

"You're so petty, kid. That one thing you'd hold a grudge against me for the rest of your life?"

"Do you think all my achievements are fake?"

Zhu Meng looked displeased. We are all members of the Forbidden City's council, how can you be so petty as to act like a commoner?

It's true that he's still at the peak of his mage career, but he also wants to take a few more steps forward!

After all, who doesn't want to improve?

Failure is normal. No one can win every day. Nobody is a saint, and everyone will make mistakes someday.

"You said that yourself, I didn't say anything," Wang Teng said with a smile, seemingly unconcerned.

Zhu Meng seemed not to have heard him at all, standing in the mushroom pavilion watching the academy elites who were engaged in a fierce battle in front of him.

After watching for a while, I got bored and then my gaze fell on the huge figure on the surface of the Qiantang River. The aura of that figure, which was close to that of a sub-monarch, felt exceptionally strong!

This isn't a demon, it's a living money printing machine!

Zhu Meng's eyes burned with fervor. In retrospect, his initial implementation of the city's security crackdown strategy did seem somewhat reckless.

Especially compared to Wang Teng's methods, it's not even close; this guy is indeed quite quick-witted.

Unfortunately, he originated from the lightning element and had long since developed a domineering habit of eliminating demons and monsters. He preferred to solve all problems through battle.

He initially felt that there were not many demons left that could hinder him, which led him to develop a relatively ruthless personality.

However, the incident in Hangzhou taught him a vivid lesson, showing him that sometimes being powerful is just like being a strong grasshopper, easily becoming a weapon in someone else's hands.

After that incident, he became very cautious in handling matters and rarely cooperated with others. He preferred to follow behind the chief and the speaker, as working with such people made him feel relaxed.

Wang Teng leaned back on the stone platform, crossed his legs, and placed his hands in front of him, completely ignoring Zhu Meng.

He was just joking when he said that if he really cared, things would have turned sour long ago, and he might have even taken action against the guy.

Because of his intervention, he didn't suffer any major losses in that incident, except that he lost millions by using the money to offer a reward.

He no longer cared about the small amount of money he lost. Speaking of which, he wondered if Lingling had received a share. He hoped that Mo Fan hadn't taken it all.

The impact of the Hangzhou incident won't dissipate so quickly. Zhu Meng was just talking nonsense here. If it gets back to the ears of the victims from back then, do you think they'll mind?

They'd probably want to kill him right then and there...

A mistake is a mistake, and merits are merits, but merits and demerits do not cancel each other out. If a rational person thinks they do cancel each other out, that is just wishful thinking. They should ask the person involved for their opinion before speaking.

Zhu Meng's words today are actually similar to the thoughts of the group that founded the Magic Association. They believe that their achievements can offset the mistake of betraying the totem, but this is nothing more than self-comfort.

"Wang Teng, to be honest, sometimes I envy your life."

"You rose to prominence too quickly, faster than almost everyone expected."

"There were even people protecting and supporting your growth along the way, and in the blink of an eye you've reached this level... which is something even I can't reach."

"You even have no interest in developing your business in China, and you don't compete with those stubborn and powerful families in the country for interests."

"Even more prestigious families would come knocking on your door, practically offering to help you, but you ignored them all."

"Able to maintain a certain degree of detachment and freedom!"

Zhu Meng, carrying Wang Teng on his back, gazed at the ceaseless battle ahead, his heart filled with emotion, and even his tone of voice was tinged with deep envy.

After following people like the Speaker and Chief for a long time, he gained a more profound overall perspective and his horizons gradually broadened.

Whether you win or lose in the short term is not important; what matters is the direction in which you develop and move forward.

People are often misled by what they see, unwilling to let go of their prejudices, stubbornly clinging to their own opinions, and trying to grasp and control everything in front of them. As a result, things often turn out contrary to their wishes and they achieve nothing.

Because current matters are all too insignificant, what good would it do even if we grasped them? It would only bring momentary pleasure. Any great achievement is built up over time.

Unfortunately, he realized this too late. In his early years, after accepting investment from the Dongfang family, he was blinded by immediate gains.

Having been influenced by the ways of aristocratic families, their perceptions are passively inclined towards the mindset of those families, and their behavior is rather domineering.

A person's freedom is not about where they are or what situation they are in, but about whether their heart is relaxed, peaceful, and undisturbed by the outside world.

Cognition is an invisible cage that imprisons all those who accept it, and he imprisoned himself, thinking he was perfectly normal. Looking back now, he finds his past self utterly ridiculous.

"You've changed a lot..."

Wang Teng glanced at Zhu Meng as if he had noticed something. The other man seemed to have let go of his politician demeanor and looked more relaxed and at ease.

The fact that he can clearly recognize himself is quite remarkable, and it's enough to make him think of him a little more highly.

Power brings status, but it can also hold people back. Those who cannot control themselves can only become puppets of power, living behind the mask of power.

This is what is meant by being unworthy of one's position.

Those who truly wield power regard it as nothing, something they can easily grasp and discard, unburdened by external things.

This is the true charm of a strong person; every action and movement exudes a sense of freedom and ease.

Of course, there are also exceptional individuals, such as Hua Junshou, who possess formidable strength yet are willing to proactively shoulder responsibilities and move forward. These are the pillars that ensure the stability and progress of the nation! They are worthy of admiration and respect!

(End of this chapter)