Chapter 62 Part 1
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Chapter 62: The Incompetence of the Demon Hunt Agency (1)
Within the detached villa lies a basement floor.
A rather tasteful dark brown study, sparsely furnished yet with exquisite pieces throughout. Several items displayed in the cabinets along the walls are rare artifacts from beyond the mortal realm, each undoubtedly possessing considerable value.
Seated on a wooden chair in the depths of the study was a slender, tall young man wearing a black suit, with black hair and grey eyes.
“Dark-Eyed” Weasley.
Not only was he remarkably handsome in appearance, but he also possessed a noble and elegant bearing that surpassed ordinary people. He was born with an air of aloofness that captivated most young women.
In his fair hands rested a glass goblet containing a gently swaying crimson liquid that emitted a faint scent of tart fruit. It was a vintage wine crafted by the high-elven family.
While not necessarily delicious, the nobles of the Euro League generally seemed to favor this beverage.
Yet Weasley actually held another more significant identity: the direct heir of the prestigious Weasley family in “The Euro League,” another kingdom of Noah.
The Euro League earned its name from being comprised of numerous countries united under the banner of the “united alliance of diverse races.”
Human nobility is rare among these various races, and the Weasley family stands as the oldest among the human nobles.
“At last, I’m returning home.”
He murmured to himself and took a sip of wine.
In the Euro League where extraordinary powers unite, there is no need for concealment, as his status is highly noble, unlike his current situation where he must live in constant fear and obscurity, hidden from daylight.
Weasley has grown weary of living in Tatsumi City!
“I trust that individual can provide me with a satisfactory answer, otherwise…”
Weasley narrowed his eyes, focused on the single objective that had brought him across the ocean to this city.
It was the search for the legendary family treasure, the ‘Book of Concealment’.
Weasley had expended considerable effort controlling numerous black wizard apprentices to search for clues to the “Book of Concealment” in this city for many years, yet he never discovered anything—until just one month ago, when Mr. “Mystery” suddenly appeared at the villa.
He voluntarily brought information about the ‘Book of Concealment’!
“Weasley, I’ve come to discuss a transaction with you.”
After confirming the other party spoke truth, Weasley realized he could not decline this proposal.
The two struck a deal wherein Weasley would receive the exact location of the “Book of Concealment” in exchange for assisting Mr. “Mystery” in completing the Deep Ones Plan.
Weasley knew that only by obtaining the “Book of Concealment” could he fully control his family and gain the opportunity to ascend to the realm of the powerful, perhaps even to the level of “Monarch” or “Apocalypse.”
I must acquire it myself!
He is not Mr. Mystery’s subordinate but rather a collaborator, thus he received no code name from Mr. Mystery.
Speaking of which, it is quite surprising that the “No. 1” of the Black Star Faction in Tatsumi City happens to be that arrogant man. However, from a certain perspective, it seems quite logical…Otherwise, the Black Star Faction would not have maintained such steady funding for its operations.
Weasley gazed at the wine, deep in thought.
A month prior, he never would have imagined that No. 1’s true identity would be that arrogant individual.
“Nevertheless, these matters do not concern me. Once I obtain the legendary Book of Concealment, I shall promptly depart from this uncivilized and discourteous country.”
“The Dark Beast should have gathered more flesh required by the Black Star Faction…”
Weasley could barely contain his excitement at the prospect of recovering the lost family heirloom!
Since birth, he had been extraordinarily gifted, superior in both intelligence and talent, surpassing his peers, and he had never failed to achieve anything he desired.
Until this massive obstacle appeared in Weasley’s path, troubling him for several years.
Now, finally, a turning point and dawn appeared on the horizon!
He displayed a faint smile and again savored the wine in the darkness.
Weasley, consumed by heightened emotions, couldn’t possibly have anticipated what was about to unfold.
A man named Bai Yan, whom he didn’t even recognize, let alone had ever encountered, had already meticulously calculated his fate in every aspect.
Indeed, regardless of his cleverness, he could not have foreseen such developments. This lay beyond the realm of what intelligence could prevent.
“Uh?”
Weasley’s expression suddenly changed as he sensed an intruder on the premises.
——
Boom!
The tremendous force burst in, instantly shattering the mansion’s grand entrance with a single bullet’s explosive impact. A middle-aged man, in his intoxicated rage, had already reached the doorstep, standing alone with his weapon.
He seized the silver jug and consumed a lethal dose of the specially brewed liquor, spilling some onto the ground. Yet no alarm was triggered.
Dark Sorcerer’s Apprentices could be found throughout the courtyard and beyond. Some remained alive, though most had already perished.
Restraint proved difficult, as they had all been commanded by Weasley to ‘protect this place,’ and unless gravely wounded, they would fight to the death.
While facing the aggressive and deranged Night Watchers head-on meant certain death, disobeying their Lord’s orders would result in immediate head explosion, leading to an even more gruesome end.
Incidentally, Night Watchers rarely show restraint.
They exist to take lives, not preserve them.
Lin Bian entered the villa’s first-floor hall wielding a large-caliber silver pistol and laughed maniacally.
“Weasley, your security measures have grown obsolete and ineffective. Not a single alarm has sounded until now. I suggest you surrender immediately.”
“Though not surrendering would be preferable. It gives me justification to blow your head apart!”
Despite his words, Lin Bian knew the other party must have detected their presence.
Upon the first Dark Sorcerer’s Apprentice’s demise, Weasley had already discerned everything that had occurred.
Yet he certainly hadn’t fled the area, as a ritual had been placed around it preventing magical escape—one that couldn’t be broken quickly.
Thirty minutes, the Night Watchers likely had about thirty minutes remaining to deal with him!
Silence persisted with no response.
Lin Bian closed his eyes, knowing with certainty that one thing was clear…the other person had already spotted him.
The black wizard lurked in the shadows, attempting to slip away.
A calm, steady voice resonated through the air.
“Black Magic: Phantom Shadows.”
The shadows around the villa began to move as if alive, rising from every wall and floor in a pervasive, overwhelming manner, accompanied by a deep sense of sorrow.
“Black Magic: Hunting Dog.”
The living shadows continued undulating, as if possessing substance and features, gradually transforming into countless hideous and terrifying hounds that surrounded them, appearing to number in the hundreds and thousands.
Faced with this scene resembling a black tidal wave, Lin Bian found himself unable to suppress his laughter.
The man was filled with profound joy and satisfaction.
“Your resistance is meaningful and commendable, allowing me to openly and confidently remove your head.”
He discharged the gun.
