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At most, when things are beyond repair, they'll come out and admit their mistakes, saying it's too late to do anything now and the people can only rely on themselves to weather the storm.

"In addition, according to the analysis, the US may have two purposes for this trip. The first is to test the combat power of the mystical side. It would be best for them to do so in the name of John Bull. If they win, they can show their strength to the whole world and the mystical side. If they lose, John Bull will take the blame."

"Secondly, they are also testing the mystical side's attitude towards the change of kingdoms, after all, they also slaughtered the Native Americans to establish the kingdom."

"If King Arthur really raises the Celtic flag, then they need to prepare in advance. Moreover, the US has already begun to guide public opinion online, changing some records from that time. On the official side, the status of Native Americans has risen sharply."

"Furthermore, information suggests that the US is probing from various directions to see if there is any Native American influence in the Mystic Side."

"Those who do many evil deeds will surely perish." The leader sighed, then suddenly looked up and said, "Were any of our personnel involved in this matter?"

"No, now any actions or decisions related to the mystical side or the spiritual world need to be reported, and I have not received any such reports."

The leader nodded in agreement, saying it was best not to get involved in such matters. Although intelligence indicated that King Arthur had a good temper, it was impossible for a king, especially one of that era, not to have a temper.

John Bull has angered someone, and who knows what they might do? He wouldn't be surprised if they wiped out the entire leadership of John Bull under the guise of Celtic revenge.

How did the people of New York react?

"Currently, they still welcome King Arthur and consider it an honor. However, there is information circulating online that is inciting public panic and antagonism. It is not yet clear whether this is an action by the US or the UK."

"Regardless of whose underhanded tactics we are dealing with for now, as long as our personnel are properly restrained, we will not get involved in this matter."

"clear."

"In addition, there is one more thing to note," the reporting leader continued.

"The U.S. has reduced its financial aid to the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency. The aid they provided last year only started flowing into their accounts three months ago, and now two-thirds of it has been transferred before they have stopped."

"It even felt like they wanted to withdraw the funds they had given, but Nick Fury, the director of the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency, was completely uncooperative. At the last meeting, Nick Fury even protested against such behavior."

"This is typical of the US, but we really need to seriously reconsider the financial aid," the leader said, tapping his finger on the table. The annual funding that the five major powers provide to S.H.I.E.L.D. is a considerable sum.

“But we’ve already transferred the funds this year, and only one-third of the financial assistance that was withdrawn in other forms has not yet been disbursed.” The leader was also a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it. It's still important to uphold integrity. However, we can hold back the remaining aid. We're not exactly wealthy right now either," the senior leader said calmly.

That concludes our conversation; aside from these points, the rest is information of slightly lower importance.

For example, the old men of Japan set up a department at an incredible speed. Although it wasn't clearly stated, it was obvious that they set up this department to recruit some of Japan's mystical personnel.

The department published shockingly high salaries, completely ignoring public opposition to such vague information.

For example, South Korea is revising its history, proposing that they are the origin of East Asian history, and that they have been following the will of the Supreme God for five thousand years. They have also created a new surname, Ki, the Ki of Kilan.

They also found a group of people who somehow obtained a family tree, claiming themselves to be descendants of the ancient Celts, and supposedly legitimate Celtic nobles who fled to South Korea more than two thousand years ago.

Take White Elephant for example. Dozens of new religions have sprung up there, one of which worships King Arthur, calling him the King of War. They claim that anything related to the military is under King Arthur's jurisdiction.

Besides the new religion, the old sects are also flourishing, and it is said that they are about to build the world's largest temple.

That's not all. What's even more outrageous is that the already serious racial hierarchy has experienced a second resurgence, and it's even more exaggerated than it was decades ago.

In just over ten days, this hierarchical system has led to numerous conflicts and bloodshed.

It's fair to say that the area around China is in a state of great turmoil, with very few normal people around.

Chapter 89 Casillas's Pursuit of Power

While the world awaits further developments, in the Himalayas, at the Ancient One's residence, which is also the site of the essence of Kamar-Taj, the sorcerers are conducting their morning prayers.

The shouts of "Ha!" rose and fell as usual, but if you looked closely at their expressions and sensed their emotions, you could tell that something was wrong.

Especially the monk Morey, who had just moved here from the New York Temple with a group of people, kept his head down, seemingly lost in thought.

Although Morey didn't have a good relationship with many of the sorcerers of the New York Sanctum, and even had a rather bad relationship with a few, they were all Kamar-Taj sorcerers after all. The fall of the New York Sanctum still had a significant impact on him. More importantly, the Ancient One never appeared from beginning to end, which made him waver. Did the Ancient One really not care about the existence of the sorcerers of the Sanctum?

"Morey! Focus your attention and don't think about things you can't solve!"

The mage leading the morning prayers noticed something was wrong with Morey, walked over to him, and started demonstrating while speaking loudly.

Morey was in a state of confusion and couldn't even manage the simplest energy control.

Morey closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and composed himself. He was experienced in this area; he had never resorted to violence in the New York Temple before because of this ability to quickly regulate his emotions.

After the morning classes ended, Morey wiped his face and approached the most knowledgeable sorcerer here besides the Ancient One—the librarian Wang.

After recounting his troubles, Wang put down the book in his hand and looked at the mage who had just arrived from the temple. He was a little reluctant to tell the truth.

The answer to this question will naturally emerge if you stay in the monastery long enough, because the Ancient One never hides it. Moreover, it's not that the Ancient One doesn't care about the Templar Wizards; she doesn't care about any wizards. All she cares about is keeping the dimensional demons out of Earth and protecting the safety of the planet.

It's safe to say that if disbanding all sorcerer teams could truly eliminate all future crises on Earth, the Ancient One would have given the order without hesitation. Of course, that's impossible, as force is a crucial factor in maintaining peace.

"I can't answer that question. If you really want to know, why don't you just ask the Ancient One? She's happy to answer your questions when she's not in her room," Wang said after a moment's thought.

“But I haven’t seen the Ancient One since I arrived here. Can you tell me where she went?” Morey asked.

"of course."

Wang got up and walked to a box, rummaging through it. "The Ancient One has gone to negotiate with the Clock Tower's Kiran to discuss the current situation, so of course you won't see her here."

"When will she be back?" Morey asked anxiously. These questions had been bothering him for days, and he wanted answers now.

“I’m not a mage from the Clock Tower, how would I know?” Wang shook his head and pulled something out of the box—a small, flame-shaped badge. “So I suggest you ask Mage Blaze; he’s on the west side of the monastery. This is your pass.”

Morey took the pass, his brow furrowing slightly. He felt like Wang was passing the buck, but logically it made no problem, and he had already given him the pass. It seemed like this was the only option left.

Blaze, who was sent by the Clock Tower to study in Kamar-Taj, was very incompetent. It wasn't that he felt looked down upon or anything; he was already very happy to have regained some freedom from being under surveillance.

After staying here for a while, Blaze really didn't know what he should learn. He couldn't learn the Ancient One's method of dealing with dimensional invasions, and he didn't like the spells that the sorcerers practiced or the methods of monitoring Earth. He might end up being overwhelmed by the interest from constantly borrowing other people's things.

So, he quietly reduced his appearances at the monastery and hid in the courtyard provided by the Ancient One to conduct his research on his own.

Furthermore, after discovering that the mage Kieran didn't seem to have any assessment system for such matters, Blaze became even bolder. He turned the small courtyard into a miniature mage tower, and placed a miniature elemental pool in his room.

To prevent the elemental pool from being intentionally or unintentionally damaged, Blaze also set up a defense mechanism. Of course, since this was someone else's territory, Blaze gave the Ancient One the authority to create the pass.

The only pass that the Ancient One created was placed in the hands of the King.

Inside the room, Blaze was adjusting the percentage of elemental absorption and conversion in the element pool. This thing is like a nuclear reactor, which needs to be checked and maintained frequently. However, in a normal mage tower, this kind of thing is done by the tower spirit. Only in Blaze's current situation does he need to adjust it himself.

Suddenly, Blaze turned his head to look towards the courtyard wall. The monitoring and defense network there had been triggered, and the network had also relayed the identity of the intruder: Casillas.

What is this person doing here? And why didn't they come through the main entrance and didn't they have a pass?

Blaze could sense that something was wrong, but he really couldn't be bothered to think about it. The "parent," the Ancient One, was still alive. If anything happened, the Ancient One would handle it. At most, he would just report the situation. It wasn't like the Ancient One had passed away and he was the only one left to manage things.

Trapped in the spell net, Casillas dared not move. Right in front of his face was a ball of rolling flames, which looked somewhat like a miniature version of the Eternal Sun from the Blaze exhibition match that day. At such close range, if he were blown up, he probably wouldn't even be left with ashes.

Suddenly, Blaze appeared before Casillas. Casillas's eyes lit up; he had come to learn magic from Blaze.

Blaze's spells were powerful and had spectacular visual effects, which perfectly suited Kaecilius's desire for power. However, during the days that the Ancient One was away, Blaze, as before, stayed in the yard every day and didn't go out. He really couldn't see anyone.

Before Casillas could even speak, Blaze waved his right hand, and the French Open netting in the yard tangled into a hand, throwing Casillas out.

Okay, I personally intervened and prevented the magic defense network from handling it automatically, which can be considered giving Gu face.

Blaze thought for a moment and then slipped back into his room to continue his research.

Kaecilius, who was thrown out, was not injured. After all, he was an elite mage of Kamar-Taj. He just lost face. Moreover, Blaze didn't even give him a chance to speak, which made him completely abandon the path of learning magic through proper means.

Chapter Ninety: A Clichéd Performance

Not long after Blaise returned home, there was a knock on the gate of the courtyard.

Blaze, whose experiment had been interrupted again, wanted to throw this guy out like Casillas, but since the guy was following the proper procedures and had a pass, he could only open the gate with a gloomy face.

"What do you want? Who are you?" Blaze looked at Morey coldly and said, his whole aura exuding only one word—displeasure.

Seeing Blaze like this, Morey was slightly frightened, but he was one of the few mages who had never seen Blaze's strength before, so he wasn't particularly afraid.

"Hello, Master Blaze, I'm Morey, who just arrived from the New York Sanctum. I'd like to ask when the Ancient One will be returning?" Morey asked very politely.

“Ancient One? He’s your leader. Why are you asking me? The King is in charge of everything now. Go ask him.”

Blaze was about to close the door when Morey quickly reached out and stopped it. "It's like this, the King sent me to ask you something. The Ancient One went to talk to the Kiran. I wanted to ask how long meetings like yours usually last."

"How long will it last?" Blaze asked, looking puzzled. He wasn't exactly a member of the top-level clock tower either.

Moreover, back when he was at the Clock Tower, Blaise was the type of person who would avoid attending meetings if possible, unless they were genuine research conferences, so asking him this is just nonsense.

Just as he was about to refuse, Blaze felt that if he didn't give an answer, he might be bothered for a long time and waste his time. Lately, he had been feeling uneasy, as if something big was about to happen, and he might not have time to study and organize like this again in the future, so he had to hurry.

So Blaze hesitated for a moment, "Two or three days, wait two or three days, he should be back. If he's not back, then come and ask me again."

After saying that, he slammed the door shut.

Morey stared at the tightly closed door, wondering to himself, two or three days... was it two days or three days...?

Furthermore, when does the calculation for these two or three days begin? Is today included in this period? And which time zone is used as the time standard?

Just as the question popped up wildly in Morey's mind, the courtyard gate suddenly opened again. Blaze looked at Morey and asked, "Was that Casillas guy who just came here also here to ask about this?"

"Huh?" Morey was taken aback. He had heard of Casillas; he was one of the top mages here, but he had only heard of him and had never met him, so he just nodded uncertainly, "Ah."

“Then tell him that if he needs to ask questions in the future, he should use the main entrance and bring a pass. He shouldn’t act like a thief. In our area, people like him usually come to steal research results.” Blaze said, closing the door again.

After closing the door, Blaze sighed. "Well, it seems like it's not a good time to do research lately. I'll just take a few days off and organize my data."

Morey, standing outside the door, scratched his head, turned, and walked away. He was going to find Kaecilius; as one of the Ancient One's important disciples, he should know more, right?

That's what he thought, but after searching the entire monastery, Morey couldn't find Casillas anywhere. He asked the other mages and was told that Casillas had just left with a gloomy face and no one knew where he went. In the end, Morey could only return to his room in confusion.

At the top of a branch of the Himalayas, Casillas sat cross-legged on a platform, his hands radiating brilliant magical energy that intertwined to form circle after circle.

"You plan to practice this? You'll never become the next Sorcerer Supreme even if you practice your whole life."

A small statue next to Casillas suddenly spoke, its tone slightly mocking, clearly looking down on the Kamar-Taj sorcerer's signature skills.

"Don't try to seduce me. When the Ancient One returns, I will hand you over to him. You'll be in for a world of hurt then," Kaecilius said, feigning calmness.

"No way, no way, you don't think that by handing me over, she'll let you learn more advanced magic, do you?" the statue continued sarcastically. "No one else in five hundred years has been qualified to learn this. You don't think you're qualified, do you? Besides, if you send me over, I can come back next year. Is that really a merit?"

Casillas remained silent, but Mephisto's voice echoed in his mind.

"She herself is using the power of the Dark Dimension, but she won't let you use it. Isn't that a classic double standard? We must resist double standards and expose her. Don't you plan to be a hero?" Mephisto continued to entice her.

"Shut up!" Casillas roared.

Mephisto chuckled, looking up at the sky through the small statue, as if the Ancient One were standing there. "See? Your disciple has become like me. Aren't you angry? Aren't you angry? You saw the future but it was too late to change it. Aren't you angry? Aren't you angry?"

High in the sky, Yang Qiu stood with his hands behind his back, turning to look at the expressionless Gu Yi. "Did he see us?"

Gu Yi shook her head and sighed slightly. This was the opportunity she least wanted to see, but in the foreseeable future, it was also the one with the highest probability of happening.