The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 127 Hades??

Joseph, already severely injured, eventually succumbed to the unbearable pain and humiliation after enduring such intense mental torment.

After confirming that he had obtained all the necessary information, Weiss turned to leave.

At this moment, Captain Glasses struggled to his feet, leaning on his wand. "The council won't let you get away with this."

Wes didn't turn around; he simply left a sentence and disappeared from his sight.

That's your problem.

A few days later, Wes appeared in another city.

Following the address he received from Joseph Paula, he arrived at a historic bank.

After a series of security checks and correctly entering his password, the bank staff respectfully led him to a hidden vault.

"This is Mr. Ace's vault."

After a brief introduction, the staff member politely left, leaving Wes alone.

The name Ace was a false identity used by Joseph Paula to conceal his true identity.

As a shrewd old fox, he knew the principle of having multiple burrows, and this vault was one of his backup plans.

However, things didn't go as planned, and now all those preparations have benefited Wes.

The moment the safe was opened, a dazzling light came into view.

The gold and silver treasures piled up like small mountains, but these were not the main purpose of Wes's trip.

What truly captivated him were the precious magical materials and various rare potions.

As one of the Ten Wizard Saints and the president of the Phantom Lords Guild, Joseph has extremely discerning taste, and the items he collects are naturally the finest of the finest.

Weiss was very satisfied with his haul. After carefully packing everything into a box, he calmly left the bank.

In high spirits, he strolled along the bustling street, enjoying the relaxing moment after his harvest.

The tranquility did not last long; he felt a pair of eyes watching him intently from the shadows.

Who could it be?

Weiss guessed to himself that he remained outwardly calm and casually led the follower to a sparsely populated area.

Just as he was about to confirm the other party's intentions, the follower unexpectedly showed up.

"We meet again, Mr. Wess."

The newcomer was Ultear, one of the council members, who stood before Wes in her true form.

"It's you. What can I do for you?"

A person like Urudia wouldn't come looking for him for no reason.

"Let me reintroduce myself. I'm Ultear, a member of the Council. You've caused quite a stir in Magnolia City."

As Urudia twirled the end of her hair with her hand, she asked, "It seems you're not surprised by my true identity."

"Speak your mind."

Ultear shrugged and continued, "Well, you've really given the Magic Council a run for its money. Makarov mentioned in his report to the Council that you possess strength comparable to his."

"This really startled those old men. A mysterious mage at the level of one of the Ten Wizard Saints," Ultear added with a smile. "Moreover, your style of doing things is very similar to the 'dark' forces. I'm afraid your wanted poster will be all over the continent by tomorrow."

"So?" Wes asked calmly, remaining composed.

"I can help you," Ultear's voice held a hint of seduction, "but you only need to pay a small price."

Upon hearing this, Wes simply shook his head, too lazy to listen any further, and walked straight past Ultear.

"Hey, stop right there! Don't you know how serious this is?" Ultear's voice was tinged with urgency.

Wes stopped and turned to face Ultear. "I know perfectly well, but I have no interest in having anything to do with your council. If you want to make a deal, at least show some sincerity."

Urudia revealed her true purpose in finding Wes: "Someone wants to see you."

Wes frowned slightly, clearly uninterested in such an opening.

Seeing this, Ultear quickly added, "If you want the 'Arc of Time,' come with me."

After speaking, Urutia turned and walked in another direction.

Wes stopped and thought for a moment before following.

The two walked one after the other through the bustling streets and arrived at a hotel.

Urutia pushed open the door and stepped inside, with Wes following closely behind.

They walked through the hotel lobby, took the elevator directly to the top floor, and entered an extremely elegant and luxurious room.

After Wes followed Urudia into the luxurious room, the room was quiet, with only a dim light shining on the wall.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

As the door closed, Wes's eyes gradually adjusted to the light, and he was able to see the old man sitting in the shadows.

The old man sat in a large chair, wearing a long robe, his right eye covered by a black eye patch, and his long beard almost touching the ground.

Even in this light, Wes immediately recognized the old man as Hades, the former second guild master of Fairy Tail and now the leader of the Devil Heart guild.

He not only changed his name, but his personality also underwent a dramatic transformation.

He transformed from a kind and respected elder into a mage who pursues darkness.

Upon seeing Wes enter the room, his single eye immediately revealed a scrutinizing gaze.

"Kid."

"Makarov's strength has declined; he can't even handle a young man."

"It's not that he's weak, it's that I'm very strong."

Wes was just telling the truth, but it sounded somewhat arrogant.

"Haha~" Hades burst into laughter, "It's been a long time since I've met such an interesting young man."

"However, anyone can talk big." Hades's single eye flashed with a sharp light, and then a powerful magical force erupted from it.

Under his precise control, only the two people in the room could sense this power.

Instead of using his magic to resist, Wes walked over and sat down opposite Hades, poured two cups of tea, and then slowly pushed one of them toward Hades.

"When you get old, you shouldn't be so irritable. I know someone who's about your age, and his temper is much better than yours." Wes remained calm, seemingly unconcerned about Hades's powerful aura.

Hades took the teacup, took a small sip, and didn't speak immediately, but his magic surged even more intensely at that moment.

This time, even Ultear, who was standing to the side, could not withstand the pressure, and tiny cracks began to appear on the items in the room.

Wes tasted the tea in his hand and calmly said, "The taste is a bit off."

"Haha~ That's interesting."

Hades laughed and withdrew the magic that filled the room, saying, "Ultear told me you're very interested in the 'Arc of Time'?"

Upon hearing this, Wes nodded.

(End of this chapter)