Full-Time Magister: Crimson Lion, the Strongest Divine Soul!

Chapter 93 The Dark Lord's Cloak, the Black Vatican's Moves

The highest meeting hall of the Asian Magic Association, Dubai Wizard Tower.

At this moment, all the professors from the National Academy sat down around a large round table.

All around, including above, was a clear blue sky.

Separated from it are only almost transparent floor-to-ceiling glass and a semicircular viewing dome!

This Sky Conference Room is the highest-level meeting hall of the Asian Magic Association.

Therefore, everyone present possessed at least a Super Rank level; those below that level didn't even have the right to sit down.

"This reward is a magical artifact given by a Shadow Sovereign, called the Dark Lord's Cloak. Please discuss which government or state will receive it," said the white-robed elder sitting at the head of the table.

To be able to sit in the first seat, this person must be a high-ranking member of the entire Asian Magic Association, at the very least a forbidden spell user.

"Our Japanese National Team's Shadow-type student, Mingbu Song, performed the best."

"I hope the Asian Magic Association can make a fair judgment and award it to our students," said Nobuko Fujikata, a tutor at the Japanese National Academy.

"Our Indian National Academy team also has outstanding Shadow-type students," the Indian National Academy instructor retorted, not to be outdone.

Although this national team coach from India does not believe his team can compete with the Japanese and Chinese national team teams.

But Fujikata Nobuko's words were utterly ridiculous; she actually thought that excellent performance and a good match with magic-based characters were all it took to obtain this treasure.

That was a magical artifact once used by the Shadow Supreme, it was no ordinary item!

Moreover, the National Team is a group, so why should a student like you have the nerve to ask for things?

The comparison should be based on team contributions and achievements, not on individual performance.

"Instructor Fujikata Nobuko, when it comes to individual strength, your Japanese National Team doesn't even rank among the top. Our Chinese National Team captain was able to single-handedly take down the Nazca Lines and annihilate numerous commander-level sea monsters. What makes your team compare?" Feng Li said with a look of disdain.

"No matter what, you should at least compete for it, right? You're just going to offer it directly to your Japanese teammates."

I want to ask, does your team have the qualifications? Even our Huaxia National Team hasn't said anything like that, so what gives you the right?

Feng Li showed no respect to the Japanese Nationalist team, completely belittling them.

However, this is also true; the exploration done by the Japanese trainees in the Brazilian rainforest is incomparable to what Li Xuan had done before.

Fujikata Nobuko was being unreasonable; she knew perfectly well that their contributions to the Japanese team were incomparable.

So they tried to forcibly take away resources from other sources.

But there are only so many good resources left, how could they possibly give them away!

"The performance of the Huaxia National Academy team is indeed much stronger than that of your two teams," the white-robed elder said, his gaze sweeping over the other two National Academy instructors.

In fact, the Huaxia National Team is much stronger than others. Putting aside the others, the captain of the Huaxia team, Li Xuan, alone has contributed more than the entire team as a whole!

"If this is the case, then the magical equipment will belong to the Chinese National Team. Do you have any objections?"

"No way!" Both Fujikata Nobuko and her Indian instructor refused.

Although they are indeed not as good as the Chinese national team, it is absolutely impossible for them to give up on this gem!

The training is already halfway through. If we can obtain a rare treasure, it will be of great help in the upcoming battle in Venice!

The old man in white thought for a moment and said, "The next stop for all three teams is the Caribbean Sea. Why not join forces to deal with the rampant pirates in that area? The Red Ornament Guild has performed the best among them, especially the Dark Lord's Cloak."

Red Ornament Guild?

Upon hearing this name, the faces of the Japanese and Indian sides instantly darkened.

This guild's name is infamous, comparable to the Black Vatican, and it has committed countless evils internationally.

However, because it was rampant in the sea, the Temple of Liberty, which was responsible for this area, had been unable to take action.

Now, it's been handed over to a group of young monks, and frankly, they don't have much confidence in their own students.

"Isn't it a bit too risky to send the students to deal with the cunning and treacherous members of the Red Ornament Guild?" the Indian instructor worried.

"Yes, if any unexpected situation occurs, there could be large-scale casualties." Fujikata Nobuko shared this concern.

"Our Huaxia National Team has no objections. These are just Caribbean pirates. My students can kill them as easily as killing chickens!" Feng Li stated directly.

With Li Xuan around, unless a forbidden spell mage intervenes, it's all in vain!

"I accept too!" Fujikata Nobuko retorted, not wanting to be left behind.

The Indian instructor hesitated, as it was indeed too risky.

"Alright, I'll contact the Temple of Liberty in New York to have someone keep an eye on things secretly," the old man in white said.

"That's good, that's excellent." The Indian side's expression finally softened.

"That's what we'll do then!"

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At the same moment, in a distant corner of South America.

Inside the temple, a sallow-faced monk was kneeling devoutly before a Buddha statue, praying.

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He closed his eyes tightly, as if he were communicating silently with the gods, while muttering incantations.

A moment later, Wu Ku, the monk sitting upright on the futon, slowly opened his eyes.

He remained seated in meditation, and addressed the figure hidden in the shadows, asking, "Have you found it?"

The dark figure seemed to sway gently in the breeze.

Immediately afterwards, a low, slightly mocking laugh came from within:

"Hehe, you can rest assured! They've just arrived in the Caribbean. The Assassin's Guild is always spotless."

Upon hearing this answer, Wu Ku nodded slightly, his face remaining calm and composed, but his brows furrowed slightly.

Seemingly still harboring some worries, he continued to urge, "There must be no slackening in this operation."

That Li Xuan is no ordinary person!

However, the person in the shadows seemed completely unconcerned about Wu Ku's warning.

He threw his head back and burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the dim space, sounding particularly jarring.

"Hahahaha! What a joke! I, the humble craftsman, have never failed to take a life."

Countless high-level mages have lost their lives at my hands.

What kind of trouble could a mere greenhorn stir up? This mission is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut!

The only concern is that China might be furious about this, since it is currently a critical period in the battle between the Nationalists and the Chinese, and the eyes of the whole world are on it.

Our assassination attempt is tantamount to openly slapping China in the face!

After he finished speaking, the shadow began to slowly wriggle, as if it were alive.

Then, they quietly left the dark place.

"I hope you succeed." Wu Ku gently struck the wooden fish in front of the Buddha statue.

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(End of this chapter)