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A cold feeling spread from the palms to the body and brain.

The next moment, in his sight, an extremely conspicuous store suddenly appeared on the street.

Silver-white walls, dark blue lines, black plaques, light golden text...

It says: Vientiane Book Cafe.

Instantly, memories came back.

He remembered.

This time he came to the Vientiane Book Café to find Professor Lockhart.

Then, along with a refreshing feeling in his mind, all his conversations with Professor Lockhart came to his mind.

The next second when the memory emerges, what is the most important information he instantly remembers?

The layout of Vientiane books and periodicals, and information about the masters’ appearances.

Try hard to recall. Try hard to recall.

But... he found that he still remembered the general layout of the book cafe, but the wizard's face was still vague.

In fact, he only remembered that the other person seemed to be wearing yellow clothes, but he was not sure.

At the same time, the cold feeling in my mind stopped.

Then, involuntarily, a series of information emerged in my mind.

"The Wanxiang Book Cafe has been cast under magic and is undergoing a mental assessment."

"Insufficient mental strength to determine, target is not a wizard, memory is being erased..."

"It was discovered that the holder possessed a fifth-level magic card, but due to limited mental strength, he was exempt from some of the effects of the spell."

"Holders with higher-level magic cards or with improved mental strength are welcome to enter the Vientiane Book Cafe again."

Feeling the information emerging in his mind, Coulson smiled bitterly.

He said that Professor Lockhart had never suffered any loss.

Every effort will require a return.

Why are you so generous today?

It allows him to directly enter the Wanxiang Book Cafe and have access to so much information about mages.

He put so much effort and tried so hard to remember, but in the end... the other party just beat him back to his original form.

but....

What is this so-called magic card?

I'll have to ask specifically next time.

When Coulson thought of the "Level 5" magic card in his mind, he felt a familiar routine.

This approach is somewhat similar to the authority levels set by the director.

Without a certain level of authority, they cannot obtain more advanced intelligence, which motivates these agents to work hard to upgrade their levels.

While Coulson was thinking, suddenly, a voice came to his ears.

"Sir, sir, calling sir."

"Please answer if you hear me. Please answer if you hear me."

After coming to his senses, Coulson touched the headphones next to him and immediately asked.

"Got it. Any valuable information? Is the positioning system still working?"

Soon, a regretful voice came from the headphones.

"Sir, since you approached the target area, both machine observation and manual observation have become ineffective."

"You disappeared from all our sight, as if you didn't exist."

"The positioning system also failed."

Hearing the voice coming from the headset, Coulson simply replied, then got into the car and drove towards the headquarters.

Sure enough, it is almost impossible to get something for free from Lockhart without paying a price.

The other party's work in every aspect was too comprehensive, and they had no way of getting started.

It is so difficult to penetrate a needle or pour water into it.

And they couldn't beat them or scold them, so they had to beg the other side.

Why is it that the more I think about it, the more frustrated I feel?

Coulson, who was driving, thought silently.

However, I took a look at the space extension bag on the passenger seat next to me and thought of the shampoo inside.

Looking at his sparse hair reflected in the glass in front of him, Coulson's eyes revealed a glimmer of hope.

Chapter 189 Casillas in Fury (First update, please subscribe)

New York Temple, magic training room.

In the spacious training room, Casillas looked at the seven new mages in front of him with a serious face.

"Tell me again, what's your fault?"

"I'm sorry, instructor, we were wrong. We shouldn't have separated without permission in an unknown environment, and we shouldn't have relaxed our minds because of the instructor's presence, thus falling into a desperate situation."

John and other mages shouted in unison, their foreheads covered with sweat and their wizard robes were soaked.

God knows, three days ago, due to our carelessness, we almost got wiped out, not to mention how desperate we were at that time.

After coming back, instructor Casillas had a gloomy face and his attitude towards them was always very serious, with the words "You are all trash" written on his face.

As punishment for their near annihilation.

These days, the instructors assigned them a large number of training tasks, from the number of magic casts to the intensity of actual combat, all of which made them miserable.

It can be said that out of the 24 hours a day, excluding the time for eating, sleeping and resting, 12 hours are spent on training.

Finally... today, I can be free.

"Again, you made a mistake."

Casillas' serious voice once again rang out in the training room.

"I'm sorry, instructor, we were wrong. We shouldn't have separated without permission in an unknown environment, and we shouldn't have relaxed our minds because of the instructor's presence, thus falling into a desperate situation."

Hearing the mages shouting in unison, Casillas' serious expression softened slightly.

But then, with a cold face, he once again instructed: "You all trained under me."

"I hope you can learn your lesson the next time you carry out a mission. The enemy is not stupid. When they see a large number of people, they will naturally set a trap."

"If you expect him to fight against the seven of you alone, you might as well hope for thunder from the sky and Vishanti to destroy reality for you."

"I can't accompany you every time. Next time, if a similar situation occurs again, I will have to collect your bodies for you."

Casillas' tone became more serious as he spoke.

The faces of the mages also turned solemn; they had not forgotten.

Last time, the instructor was almost trapped. If it weren't for Master Lockhart and that giant snake, the instructor would have really collected their bodies.

Then, Casillas looked at the mages nodding heavily, his expression softened, and he spoke.

"This special training ends here. The next time you go on a mission, I hope to see you return alive and well."

Hearing this, all the mages nodded. They didn't want to die. This colorful world couldn't do without them.

Then Casillas gave a few instructions and turned to leave.

Seeing the instructor leave the training room, all the mages collapsed on the ground, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, cast cleansing magic on themselves, absorbed all the sweat from their clothes, and then dried them.

Fortunately, the special training has ended. If you dare to do this during the training, the amount of exercise will have to be doubled.

"Mitchell, how do you feel? Are you able to adapt?"

John asked the thin wizard Mitchell, who was slumped on the floor beside him.

"Fortunately, the instructor knows that my physical fitness is the worst, so he just pushed me to the limit of my physical limit." Master Michel said self-deprecatingly.

"Let's not talk about me. How about you?" Mitchell asked Yuno beside him.

"As for me, I'm about the same as you. The instructor is too sharp-eyed. Although the amount is more than yours, it's also limited to my physical limit." Yuno replied weakly.

"If we talk about the worst, we have to talk about John. This time, he is in a very bad situation."

Yuno said, and Mitchell nodded in agreement, and they both looked at John, who was lying on the floor, motionless.

As the captain, he has an unshirkable responsibility for this operation.

Casillas was the most serious and demanding with John. During the training, he trained directly to break the limits of the human body.

What if I get hurt? What if I'm too tired to move?

Lockhart's vitality tonic was on display nearby.

In short, if Casillas doesn't teach John a profound lesson this time, he will be in vain as an instructor.

Seven mages, all of them are going to die. All the fresh blood he had just recruited for the New York Temple is gone.

It doesn't matter if he is an idiot. The most frightening thing is that the captain is an idiot and leads everyone on the road to death.

When Casillas thought of this, he almost couldn't hold back his anger.

John was now lying on the ground, his eyes looking at the ceiling, only his chest moving up and down as he gasped for breath.

During this mission, he felt that he was extremely stupid. He did not reject the instructor's rigorous training at all. Instead, he took the rigorous training to dispel his fear.

Fortunately, no one died. Even if one person died, he would feel guilty.

If they all died, he wouldn't know what to do.

After a while, John regained his strength, stood up, and spoke to all the mages with apologies.

"I'm sorry, but I'm the one who has the heaviest responsibility this time, and I've put everyone in danger."

Hearing this, all the mages waved their hands and consoled, "The enemy is too cunning this time. They actually used technological weapons."

They also knew that according to normal combat standards, nothing would happen to the seven of them.

But who could have made the Dormammu believer who appeared this time turn out to be a tech tycoon?

Subsequent investigation revealed that the other party not only spent money to buy people and perform a large number of blood sacrifices, but also actually used technological weapons.

Who would have thought of this.

Moreover, even the instructor, Master Lockhart, was almost trapped.

It’s really not John’s fault this time. If it were them, they might have been cheated too.

Of course, the most important thing is that everyone is safe and sound, which is the most important thing.

After all, they had a good relationship before, studying together, training together, and fighting together, so their friendship was still relatively solid.

Seeing everyone comforting themselves, John felt a little better, thought for a moment, and said, "Does anyone want to play?"

"Whatever you want, I'll treat you, just use it as a way to vent your inner stress."

At this point, John laughed at himself and said, "Now, I am still a little scared inside."

When the wizard heard this, his eyes lit up. Someone was treating us, which was a good thing, and he said it well.

"I think the Hungarian Wilson Bar we went to last time was pretty good."

"Goodbye, let's go take a dip in the hot springs of the Rotorua volcano. I've been exhausted these past few days."

"How about we go to the East and have a big meal? I feel good about the food there."

"........."

John looked at the mages sitting cross-legged on the floor, discussing traveling around the world, and didn't take it seriously.

As a mage of Kamar-Taj, portals are standard equipment.

And they are now in the New York Temple, which records a large number of teleportation points around the world.