Full-Time Magician: Demon Mage

Chapter 571 Gathering for a Feast

The black serpent slowly descended, its enormous head coming down and stopping when it was still more than twenty meters above the ground of the plaza.

The group of people quickly made way, looking up at the giant shadow of the black serpent, where rows of dimensional steps suddenly appeared above and extended to the main entrance.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people saw Wang Teng walking down the street with a group of very beautiful women.

Immediately following, the Sky-Piercing Serpent above began to shrink rapidly, transforming into a flying serpent as thick as an arm at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then it darted into the dark green bead on Wang Teng's chest, and the dimensional steps in mid-air quickly disappeared.

"Long time no see! Congratulations on moving to your new home!"

Tang Zhong, who was standing to the side, broke the silence and stepped forward with warm congratulations. He even grabbed Wang Teng's hand.

Congratulations to Chairman Wang Teng on moving to his new home!

Dongfang Wu, who was standing next to him, looked regretful and quickly put on a smile as he walked up to shake hands with Wang Teng.

"Thank you~"

Wang Teng smiled and shook hands with each of them, which thrilled Dongfang Wu, who smiled broadly.

The powerful families that followed Dongfang Wu, such as the Mu family and the Bai family, were extremely envious of him.

The members of the Dongfang family who followed were all smiles; being able to exchange a single word with Wang Teng was a testament to their status and position!

"Congratulations on moving to your new home!" Hua Junshou personally stepped forward to offer his congratulations.

Tang Zhong and Dongfang Wu, who were standing to the side, were also sensible and did not take up too much of Wang Teng's time, taking a couple of steps back.

Following them were Chief Pang Lai, Min Wu, President of the Magic City Magic Association, the chief judges of various inquiries, Dean Xiao of Mingzhu Academy, and so on.

"Thank you for your blessings, please come in."

Wang Teng shook hands with the key people and greeted them, then led his group onto the corridor.

A long line followed behind him, including many friends and relatives, such as Jiang Yu, who was Wang Teng's teammate.

He was still Pang Lai's disciple and didn't even have a chance to speak. He could only follow behind Pang Lai with a forced smile on his face.

As for Zhao Manyan, he also came, and for a time he even had to stay in that circle of aristocratic families.

After all, compared to the big shots in front, they really don't carry much weight; it's already quite impressive that they can stand here.

The distance from the outer gate to the central island is approximately two kilometers, and the entire island is surrounded by a neat and uniform embankment.

Then there are some staggered landscape trees, which not only beautify the environment, but also block the outside view.

The interior consists of a large circular lawn with a radius of about 300 meters, and in the center of the island is an oriental-style castle.

The butler, who had been waiting there, immediately began making arrangements as soon as the group entered.

A welcome banquet has been set up on the open lawn outside, with ingredients and food sourced from a top-tier hotel.

After all, the name "West Lake Retreat" implies that this is merely a temporary residence, not a long-term one, and therefore he would not have the capacity to prepare large banquets.

The manor at Yueyu Xiaozhu remains untouched, preserved by Tang Yue.

"Excellent! The butler handled it very well!"

Looking at the Chinese banquet, Wang Teng praised Lin Yunxi, who was standing next to him, saying that it was already more than enough to have done this much.

"It's a small matter!" Lin Yunxi said with a smile.

"Hehe~ Alright, let's not get into any more trouble. You all find a place to sit."

"I'll handle these guests!"

Wang Teng wanted to say that these were uninvited guests. He had only planned to stay for two days, but he didn't expect them to make such a fuss.

Left with no other choice, he instructed Lin Yunxi to tell the housekeeper to arrange a banquet to welcome these enthusiastic guests.

Under the butler's personal arrangement, Wang Teng sat down in the innermost core seat, accompanied by Hua Junshou, Pang Lai, Min Wu, Tang Zhong, Dean Li Tianxiao, and other important and close personnel.

The rest, such as Hua Junshou's niece, Pang Lai's disciple, Zhao Manyan, and others, naturally took their seats.

Finally, there are the members of the major families, as well as members of the Inquisition, members of the Magic Association, and the deans of the academy, among others.

"Haha~ It's not easy to get a meal off you like this!"

Hua Junshou sat down and immediately burst into laughter, showing no embarrassment whatsoever.

"That's something! We didn't even have a celebration party for the president last time, so we're making up for it this time!" Pang Lai grabbed a handful of peanuts and started eating.

"I don't need to miss this meal. It's been a while since we've been able to get together again today."

Wang Teng suddenly remembered when he was still at Yueyu Xiaozhu, he was still a little reserved and shy in front of these two people.

Now he can speak without any psychological burden; times have truly changed.

"Last time it was my fault, but this time I'm here thanks to everyone."

"I'll punish myself with three drinks!"

Min Wu opened the bottle and poured himself a glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor). He could pour out a maximum of three bottles from one bottle.

Then he drank two cups in a row as if they were water. When it was time for the third cup, everyone saw that Wang Teng had also raised his cup.

"That's all in the past."

Wang Teng poured himself a glass, then replied softly, clinking glasses with the other person as a way of sending a message to the outside world.

He had already sent a message back then, and Min Wu's actions today were to clear his name.

At the same time, it also tells the outside world that Min Wu has been forgiven, and that using that incident to pressure him again would be a provocation.

As a forbidden spellcaster, Min Wu still has some dignity. After today, he can probably continue to live with his head held high.

Hua Junshou and Pang Lai watched this scene with smiles on their faces, neither happy nor unhappy.

The things Min Wu did back then still have an impact even now, and they are trying their best to make up for it.

But the rift has already formed, and even if Min-oh admits he was wrong today, it will be too late.

Wang Teng's willingness to publicly let bygones be bygones today only signifies a reconciliation between the two parties; it does not mean their relationship can return to what it was back then.

"Let's not talk about that. Let's talk about the blood serum, Wang Teng. Can you still increase production?"

"It's a bit of a shame I wasn't there when Shao Zheng was talking to you. How about we do it at a ratio of 5 sirens for 1 bottle?"

"After using it for a period of time, the blood serum has indeed been very effective, but the production volume is too small."

Hua Jun immediately changed the subject, lifted the lid of the hot pot in the middle and put it aside, then took out his chopsticks and started eating.

Everyone else followed suit and lifted the lids of their plates, but all their attention was focused on Wang Teng.

You can eat vegetables anytime, but don't miss out on important information!

"Currently, the monthly production capacity is already 10 bottles. Isn't that enough?"

Wang Teng glanced at Hua Junshou speechlessly. This guy was quite pragmatic; he really wanted to give the blood serum to the army to drink like water.

Jiang Shaoxu had mentioned it to him several times, and they had increased production capacity several times in a row, doubling it from the initial level.

Only one Servant-level Siren can produce one bottle of this quantity. According to the contract, the domestic supply of Siren raw materials, provided free of charge, has filled the total production capacity requirement.

On the Seoul naval battlefield, not a single material was purchased; it was all secretly consumed by Lin Jun, the head of the Lin family conglomerate.

This means that the country will provide raw materials for 100,000 slave-level sirens every month!

Wang Teng seriously doubted that the Dalian naval battlefield could keep up with the demand. He suspected that supplies might be acquired from various sections of the coastline, or even transported from Shanghai.

(End of this chapter)