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Chương 139: Third Vice Captain, Fishel

As I attended this soirée, I felt a twinge of nervousness. Previously, Juliere had mentioned that at least half of the members of the Demon-Slaying Mercenary Corps were beautiful women. After meeting a few, I remained skeptical of this claim, especially considering that the bald instructor, Weir, was hardly an exemplar of attractiveness. 

However, at this mercenary gathering, I finally validated Juliere's assertion; the Demon-Slaying Mercenary Corps was indeed teeming with stunning women. There were at least thirty or more captivating ladies, each with distinct styles, complexions, temperaments, and ages, their enchanting glances dazzling the men around them. 

Yet, given the mercenary corps' significant reputation on Demon Island, the turnout of only fifty or sixty attendees felt somewhat sparse. I turned to Meishu and asked, "Are there many members of the corps who are not present at Kiri?" 

With a slight smile, Meishu greeted a passing blonde beauty before responding, "Although about a third of the members are out on missions and cannot attend, the ones here today are indeed a rare gathering." 

I knew few people at this soirée; aside from Instructor Meishu, there was only the red-haired brute, Gu Yali, whom I had met before, and Guan Ling, who accompanied her, looking like a princess in her exquisite evening gown. 

Both the instructor and her apprentice seemed displeased with my presence; although they acknowledged me, they showed no inclination to greet me, and I had no desire to pursue such a sour encounter. I followed Meishu around the event as she introduced me to the key personnel of the mercenary corps. 

The Demon-Slaying Mercenary Corps employed modern corporate management techniques, consisting of five departments, headed by the captain and three vice captains, along with five ministers and five deputy ministers—this comprised the entirety of the upper echelons. I was astonished to learn that Meishu, who appeared so gentle, was actually the deputy minister of the liaison department, a figure of considerable stature within the organization. 

This revelation caused me to regard the softly smiling beauty with newfound respect. 

At the soirée, six of the ten ministers were present, while only the third vice captain was in attendance among the leaders. Aside from a short, cheerful middle-aged man from the logistics department, the rest were all women. Among them, the third vice captain, Fishel, stood out remarkably, even amidst such a diverse array of beauties. 

Dressed in a lavish gown reminiscent of ancient European royalty, she exuded an air of regal pride. Her unmatched grace was complemented by long, silky hair cascading down to her waist, adorned with a delicate crown woven from myrtle flowers, bestowing upon her an ethereal, fairy-like quality. 

The blend of different styles harmonized beautifully, elevating Fishel's beauty and charm to an astonishing level. As Meishu introduced me, Fishel's striking presence made me somewhat uneasy; her majestic allure was accompanied by a frosty demeanor that seemed to distance her from others, leaving me little opportunity to engage in conversation. Not that I particularly desired it. 

Before long, several high-ranking members of the mercenary corps were summoned by Fishel and departed the venue. 

Once I acclimated to the atmosphere of the soirée, I found it not much different from an ordinary buffet. Now alone, I felt considerably more at ease. I casually grabbed a few snacks, poured myself a drink, and settled into a corner. The soirée was held in the tallest building in Kiri, offering a view that extended beyond the city. If I had a penchant for voyeurism, I could command thousands of spectral butterflies to expand my sight across the entire metropolis. 

Though this was my third visit to Kiri, I still did not know the name of the nearby French city; I merely noted that it appeared picturesque, with tree-lined streets and a rich cultural ambiance. 

In a month or two, I would likely complete the remaining four training sessions, and I wondered how becoming a fully-fledged mercenary on Demon Island would change my life. 

I had joined the training camp to escape Demon Island, only to find myself returning to this realm due to a lack of self-defense capabilities. After completing the final training at the camp, I should no longer fear any adversaries. 

Moreover, with Guan Ye and his subordinates having met their demise at the hands of Pan Lier, I had no other enemies to contend with. 

Returning to a mundane life, enjoying the substantial wealth acquired from Demon Island, and living in luxury seemed far more delightful than toiling as a high school student. 

Lost in thought, I was jolted back to reality by the sound of a fierce battle erupting outside the hall. With skilled members of the Demon-Slaying Mercenary Corps present, I did not expect to have much opportunity to intervene. I leisurely shifted my gaze, intending to observe the commotion, when a thunderous crash reverberated through the air. 

Someone had burst through the grand entrance, charging in with imposing vigor. I instinctively raised my hand to deflect the shards of the splintered door that flew toward me, my pupils constricting as a surge of uncontrollable rage ignited within me. 

The intruder was not human; it was a snow-white, long-haired werewolf—a form I recognized well, the very embodiment of the notorious killer known as Jack, who had transformed using druidic powers during the calamity. 

Having endured so much, I had gained a measure of composure and refrained from immediately confronting this scoundrel, wishing instead to ascertain who was pursuing Jack into the soirée. The individual battling Jack was enveloped in a radiant golden aura, obscuring their features. Yet, it was unsurprising that Jack, a man with many enemies, would attract such attention; however, the fact that this person could hold their own against Jack, who possessed the heart of a druid warrior, and even gain the upper hand, indicated extraordinary strength. 

Before I could use my temporal guardian abilities to predict this person's identity, Jack's words unveiled the mystery. 

He laughed heartily, exclaiming, "Wolf King! You've become formidable, but to defeat me, you'll need several more years of training! 

Ha ha, ha ha... 

Hmph, there's no need for that. My current strength is sufficient to send you to prison, and I'll only be purchasing a one-way ticket for you!" 

Such a cold jest was unmistakably in the Wolf King's style. Straining my eyes, I could only make out the powerful figure amidst the golden flames, which bore a resemblance to the Wolf King. 

Seeing an old comrade stirred a gentle emotion within me; humans are creatures of sentiment. Although I had little faith in my former allies, the bonds forged through battle were slowly rekindling. 

The Wolf King, cloaked in golden flames, not only dazzled the eye but also possessed unparalleled destructive power. Jack dared not confront the Wolf King's assault, relying instead on the swift agility of his werewolf form to evade. 

The Wolf King's combat style remained consistent with what I had witnessed on Demon Island—brutal and efficient, devoid of unnecessary flair. His punches and kicks flowed with the flames, and he could unleash torrents of golden fire that reached over ten meters, posing a terrifying threat. 

Jack moved with a speed thirty percent greater than during the calamity, and while the Wolf King's fiery breath could not touch him, it had already reduced the soirée venue to chaos.


Chương 140: I apologize, but you cannot freely take advantage of my subordinate

Just as I was about to lend the Wolf King a hand and eliminate that scoundrel Jack, a burgeoning fire threatened to spread. A dashing young man, engrossed in conversation with a blonde beauty, was suddenly interrupted when the flames from the Wolf King's breath scorched a significant hole in his immaculate evening gown, shattering the flirtatious atmosphere and igniting his fury. Without uttering a spell, he raised his hand, unleashing two tendrils of dark energy aimed at both the Wolf King and Jack. Despite Jack's remarkable speed and the Wolf King's fiery form, they could not evade this dark force. 

The two tendrils of darkness struck them, instantly transforming into massive serpents, coiling around the two combatants like a giant dumpling. Jack struggled desperately to tear through the serpents with his sharp claws, but his efforts were in vain. The Wolf King, slower to react, found himself ensnared, unable to unleash his flames due to the awkward angle. 

This sorcery undoubtedly belonged to the dark arts. While I considered myself quite knowledgeable in magic, I was not well-versed in the origins of such spells. There were similar incantations for summoning magical creatures in the Max Magic Compendium, but their high level was beyond my current capabilities. 

"Rude intruders, this is not a place for novices like you to recklessly wander. Get out!" 

The adept sorcerer, familiar with telekinesis, unleashed a powerful psychic wave that sent Jack hurtling out of the hall, crashing against a sturdy wall outside with a resounding thud, his cries echoing in agony. However, the same force that propelled Jack merely ruffled the Wolf King's hair, leaving him steadfast and unmoving. 

This was not preferential treatment; I simply could not bear to watch as he was attacked. I had no intention of rescuing Jack, but the Wolf King was my comrade. Allowing him to be tossed out like that would be a blow to my pride. 

Apologies, but it is not the Wolf King's style to simply retreat. "Come down, Wolf King! That massive serpent is no match for a beautiful woman's charms." 

I strode into the fray, casually stroking the magical serpent that ensnared the Wolf King. This creature, which had proven formidable to both the Wolf King and Jack, instantly dissipated into wisps of black smoke, freeing the Wolf King. 

Any entity conjured from magical energy will return to dust once its source is extinguished. I learned a spell from the "Max Magic Compendium" that specializes in dissipating the residual magical energy from enchanted objects. To my surprise, it worked remarkably well. 

The striking young man scoffed, "Another inconsequential novice! You should leave now and repent; I could spare you my wrath, as I've been rather disinclined to engage in combat lately." 

Before I could respond, the Wolf King grinned menacingly and declared, "But I am feeling rather energetic and in need of an outlet! You've interrupted my enjoyment of beating someone up. I require your lawful compensation!" 

It was quite vexing; did the Wolf King not realize his opponent was far superior? Would he truly relish the joy of being the one getting pummeled? 

Fueled by fervor, the Wolf King was unlikely to heed my warnings, and I had no intention of stopping him. This burly man from Siberia was tough and resilient; enduring a bit of hardship would be no great misfortune. 

With a fierce roar, the Wolf King lunged at his target. The concrete beneath him cracked like spiderwebs under his weight, and his golden flames coalesced into a thin layer, clearly preparing for a powerful attack. 

The dashing young man smirked coldly, releasing tendrils of dark energy that coalesced into a fearsome beast before him. Every official member of the Demon-Slaying Mercenary Corps possesses formidable skills, and this young man had mastered the dark arts to an impressive degree, perhaps even surpassing the undead entities like Snooker. 

Were I in his position, I would avoid a direct confrontation, but the Wolf King was not me. In the time we had been apart, his strength had significantly increased, yet he was still far from matching that man. Before he could even leap into the air, he was met by the dark magical beast, which tackled him mid-flight. 

The magical beast showed no mercy, landing heavily upon the Wolf King, its claws raining blows upon him, making him howl in agony. With a mighty roar, it unleashed a torrent of golden flames that vaporized a significant portion of the creature. 

The young man, witnessing this, appeared somewhat astonished. Forming a mysterious sigil with his hands, the magical beast regained its vigor, casting the Wolf King into a pitiful state. 

I had no qualms about a romantic entanglement, but I must insist: you cannot exploit my subordinate without consequence. 

With a swift, electrifying projectile, I hurled a weapon imbued with lightning. The dashing young man was caught off guard by my rapid assault, unable to mount any defense as the Necromancer's Thunderbolt struck him squarely in the face. 

Since enhancing my own abilities, my strength had surged, and the weapon, crafted from the indestructible Skystrike wood, delivered a devastating impact. The force shattered his handsome visage into a disarray of pain. 

Had I been dealing with an ordinary individual, this surprise attack would have decisively determined the outcome; who has ever seen a common person survive a shattered skull? Yet, remarkably, the young man merely shook his head, the strands of black energy that emerged from his neck quickly mending his grievous injuries. If not for the distressed expression on his face, one would hardly suspect he had sustained any harm at all. 

I was furious; you have provoked my ire! 

I hope you are not afflicted by fatty liver disease or any other ailments of the elderly, for such anger could have dire consequences. 

This soirée, meant to be a celebration, had turned into chaos. Fortunately, the attendees were not ordinary folk; most maintained their composure, while a few displayed a fervent excitement, evidently enamored with the violence unfolding before them. 

With my ambush diverting the young man's attention, the Wolf King seized the opportunity to push the magical beast off him, finally standing shoulder to shoulder with me. After suffering two unexpected blows at my hands, the young man seemed wary, commanding the beast to retreat a step while altering his incantation. The air around him thickened with dark energy, and seven additional identical beasts materialized before us. 

These magical beasts, resembling wolves yet more formidable, boasted large jaws and fangs, their size surpassing that of a polar bear. Wisps of black smoke billowed from their limbs, shifting and undulating, as they emitted low, silent growls, seemingly poised to feast upon their next victim.


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