Full-Time Magician: Demon Mage

Chapter 459 A Way to Die

Reality is always more surreal. Wang Teng never expected that after only one night's rest, he would be disturbed and woken up by a chaotic argument as soon as it was light.

"What happened?"

Wang Teng slowly opened his eyes, pushed away several slender white hands covering his body, and with his keen hearing, he got up and walked to the balcony.

The sky was cloudless and a gentle breeze was blowing; it should have been a wonderful time.

Unfortunately, someone ruined this beautiful scene, and a large group of people gathered at the entrance of the manor, making a big fuss about it.

"Are you sure you've got the wrong idea? How could Wang Teng be a victim?" Tang Zhong glared at the man in front of him, puffing out his beard.

He had his suspicions at first, but the other party did not show any characteristics of a victim.

He suppressed his doubts, and besides, even if the other party really was a victim, he couldn't let these people take them away.

"Whether someone is a victim or not is not up to you to decide, but up to us!" Moller remained unmoved.

Tang Zhong felt that the group of people in front of him were simply unreasonable. Their words were as domineering as farting, and they could say whatever they wanted.

Just because someone cultivates faster, does that mean they're considered a victim?

"Is this how your Chamber of Judgments operates?"

Tang Zhong stared intently at him. With his influence, he could naturally communicate with some people to suppress the matter. How could he arrest a former palace councilor without solid evidence?

"I've explained all this to you because you're the presiding judge here. I'll say it one last time: Wang Teng is a suspected victim and needs to be taken back to the Holy City for further investigation!"

"If you dare to stop me, then go ahead and try."

"I'm already being lenient by not taking action immediately, so I hope you won't put me in a difficult position."

Moeller glanced toward the villa, too lazy to argue with the man anymore; he'd encountered plenty of people like him.

Yesterday, the people keeping watch noticed that there was suddenly an extra person at the villa. After confirmation, it was found that this person was Wang Teng, who had returned from his trip.

Considering the opponent's overwhelming strength, and to ensure success, he brought a combat team comprised entirely of individuals with super-level strength.

The group of thirty high-ranking mages was a force powerful enough to intimidate the local magical forces and bring back the suspect to the Holy City.

Tang Zhong was so angry that his face turned ashen. Although he had always known about the Holy City's domineering nature, he never expected the Court of Judgment to act so recklessly.

Beside him was Dongfang Wu, but he was even less able to say anything. A super-level mage was probably already quite remarkable in the local area.

But when he glanced at the fact that even the casual person the other party brought was a super-level mage, whose aura was no less than his own, he instantly lost his confidence to speak.

This demonstrates just how profound the magical foundation of the Holy City is; the Inquisition alone is this impressive.

They're determined to take Wang Teng away!

It's unclear whether the higher-ups in China are aware of this sudden action.

"Where did this stray dog ​​come from, barking and yelling at my doorstep first thing in the morning?"

Lazy conversations echoed around them when suddenly they noticed a figure in a bathrobe appearing at the manor gate.

Wang Teng yawned, squinted slightly, glanced at the crowd of onlookers, and finally fixed his gaze on the man in front of him.

The stench of that conspiracy was just like that of a stinking ditch; he didn't even need to smell it to know what kind of person that was just by looking at him.

"Councilor Wang Teng, please watch your words. You'd better save face for yourself." Moler's face twitched, his gloomy eyes fixed on him.

Doesn't the judge of the Senate have any dignity? A stray dog? If it were an ordinary person, he would have taken action directly.

The person before me is no ordinary person; he carries the totem beast of this country and possesses the strength of a supreme monarch.

Otherwise, he would have been too busy bringing so many high-level mages; without that many people, he wouldn't have been able to suppress the opponent's arrogance.

Upon hearing his tone, the surrounding combat teams quickly surrounded him, each ready to strike at any moment.

The tense atmosphere instantly escalated, as if a fight could break out at any moment.

"What? Are you planning to attack me?" Wang Teng sneered when he saw their expression.

His face wore an air of nonchalant indifference, his half-open eyes seeming to look down upon all the ants before him!

Moeller felt a surge of anger; he had never before felt such contempt from anyone.

As the Inquisitor of the Inquisition, even the presidents of magic associations from various countries have to treat him with utmost respect.

But the arrogance of the person in front of him made him feel humiliated for the first time, as if he had become a vermin under that gaze.

His remaining rationality prevented him from immediately ordering the combat team to take action, but... "Wang Teng, my name is Moller, I am a judge from the Holy City's Inquisition, responsible for monitoring all heretics among the victims of the world."

"We suspect you are a victim. To ensure you do not endanger world security and order, please come with us until we determine you are not a suspect!"

Moeller's chilling tone suggested he wished he could tear him to pieces.

However, in order to save face for the Holy City, they had to publicize the reasons for their actions.

After all, the other party was not an ordinary mage, but a member of the Former Palace Council, whose status was relatively high. Without a special reason, it would be impossible to cause trouble for the other party.

Moller's voice echoed in the nearby sky, like a judge sentencing a criminal, causing quite a stir among the onlookers.

They didn't approach, and it's unclear what they were talking about, but the fact that they were gathered around the manor with such tension meant it couldn't be a trivial matter.

Who in Hangzhou doesn't know the owner of this manor now?

"Is this bastard slandering us? Victims? More like saviors!"

"So this is the true nature of the Christian Church in this holy city?"

"If they're so powerful, why don't they go fight the siren? Coming here to capture people, they must have nothing better to do than fight amongst themselves?"

"Don't be fooled. The Holy City Tribunal is the world's highest organization for punishing heretics. They won't come knocking on your door for no reason..."

"Oh, you're really lucky that you've survived until now without being eaten by the siren. Your ancestors for eighteen generations must have been blessed with good fortune."

"Wow, how come I keep running into these rare sights wherever I go!"

"You don't understand. I don't blame you for being ignorant. Just search online for the Holy City's contributions to the world and you'll know."

"All you do all day is spout 'rare'. If you just opened your eyes and looked at the world, you wouldn't be so ignorant, like a clown who only knows how to curse with two words."

……

The onlookers immediately started arguing, each giving their own reasons. One side thought the other was just unusual, while the other side still thought the other was an ignorant clown.

As soon as Moller finished speaking, magical fluctuations immediately surged from the thirty-member super-elite mage group.

A small group of them kept an eye on the onlookers, in case they interfered with their actions.

The other side's formation looked like they were forming some kind of magic array, as if they would force Wang Teng to act if he refused.

"Wild dogs—you deserve to die!"

Wang Teng's eyes flashed with sternness. He raised his right hand, and dimensional power surged and contracted in an instant, gathering in his hand into a space sphere the size of a fist!

Before everyone could recover, they discovered that the thirty people had suddenly vanished in an instant!

hiss~

Dongfang Wu gasped, his gaze fixed on the glass ball that had suddenly appeared in Wang Teng's hand, inside which countless figures were roaring in terror.

These are the faces of that group of people from just now!

He immediately felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, making his scalp tingle. He dared not make the slightest movement, for fear of offending the young man in front of him.

What kind of tactic is this?

Glug~

Tang Zhong's throat moved slightly, feeling a dryness in his throat and a chill running down his back. Suddenly, he felt that Wang Teng in front of him was somewhat unfamiliar.

He's ridiculously powerful; his abilities are truly godlike!

In an instant, a group of high-level mages were imprisoned within the palm of his hand; this power could not possibly be the application of magic!

"Hmph~"

Wang Teng stared at the space sphere in his hand, squeezed it slightly, and it instantly shrank to the size of a thumb, turning into a bright red, dripping glass bead.

He then flicked his finger to open a void, flicked the blood-red glass bead from his palm into it, and then closed the void again.

(End of this chapter)