Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

Chapter 115 The conspiracy of the Black Church
As Tang Yueyu entered the cafeteria, she reached out and touched Mo Xie's ear, her red lips curving into a mischievous smile.

"Well, you've won the heart of a young lady by playing the hero and saving her. You must be very happy."

It was an extremely charming smile, yet an aura of extreme danger lingered around it.

Her jade hand had already touched Moye's ear, ready to twist it off at any moment and deliver a fatal blow.

Hey lady, don't be emanating black energy!
Mo Xie trembled and quickly grasped the threatening jade hand on her ear, saying in a fawning manner.

"No way, she's not as pretty as Sister Tang Yue. Sister Tang Yue, you are the most beautiful, charming, mature and considerate sister in my heart."

A barrage of flattery made Tang Yue's fair face flush red.

"Hmph, don't flatter me, I'm not as good as you say."

She gave a soft snort, pulled her hand out of Mo Xie's grasp, and crossed her arms over her chest.

Despite her face showing disdain, her heart was filled with sweetness.

Zhan Kong coughed, interrupting the two's flirting.

"Alright, I know you two are close, but right now we need to focus on business."

Mo Xie smiled awkwardly and led the two to the front of the deep pit.

"This...this is?!"

Tang Yue's beautiful eyes narrowed, her red lips parted slightly, and she stared in disbelief at the deep pit in front of her.

Zhan Kong's heart sank, and he said in a low voice.

"The entrance to the hole is neither too big nor too small, but just big enough for a giant-eyed gorilla to pass through freely."

Mo Xie pointed to the bottom of the pit and said solemnly.

"The most important place is down here, let's go down and take a look."

"it is good."

Zhan Kong nodded and quickly sketched a wind-element constellation, with a pair of wind wings spreading behind him.

He held Moye in his right hand, ignited a flame in his left, and with a flap of his wind wings, he plunged into the dark pit.

Tang Yuehua, appearing as a shadow, followed closely behind.

Windwing and Shadow were very fast, and they arrived at the underground stone house in no time.

Inside the underground stone house, the Black Vatican and its black-clad followers lay silently on the ground, their blood already congealed.

"The Black-Clad Cult... I never imagined that such a secret room was hidden beneath Inscription Girls' High School."

Zhan Kong looked around and said in surprise.

"Yes, there are quite a few clues about the Black Vatican in this place."

Tang Yue nodded, then looked at Mo Xie beside her and said resentfully.

"Why didn't you leave one alive? Maybe you could get more clues that way."

"Hahaha……"

Mo Xie chuckled dryly, scratched his cheek with his finger, and said awkwardly.

"I'm just worried about something going wrong, and even if we catch him, he'll probably commit suicide."

"Right."

Tang Yue sighed helplessly and glared at Mo Xie with annoyance.

“Since I came to Bo City, I have been searching for clues about the Black Vatican, but I have never encountered it directly. You, on the other hand, have encountered it twice in just a few days.”

"Actually, I didn't want to either..."

Mo Xie gave a wry smile. He didn't want to keep running into the Black Vatican. Was he just too lucky?

"The problem is, what is the Black Vatican's purpose here? There must be a motive for doing things."

Zhan Kong stroked his chin, pondering this question.

"We already have the answer; we'll find out once we get past this cave."

Mo Xie pointed to another cave and said. The three of them passed through the cave and arrived at the entrance leading to the outside of Anjie.

“I encountered a Blood-Striped Giant Rat here before, so there is a high possibility that a demon clan exists in this area.”

"So I suspect that the Black Vatican's goal is to lure demons into the city."

Moye shared her judgment with them.

Zhan Kong and Tang Yue were no longer speaking, both fully aware of the seriousness of the matter.

If what Mo Xie said is true, and a demon clan invades Bo City, the consequences will be unimaginable, and Bo City will be stained with blood!
Moreover, given the Black Vatican's ruthlessness, it's highly unlikely they only have one demon race. Perhaps Bo City has several entrances to the An Realm, bringing in other demon races.

If several demon clans invade Bo City, it will be a bloody alert!
"No, I have to report this to the higher-ups immediately!"

Tang Yue couldn't stay any longer, so she used Shadow Step to quickly leave the place. She needed to report the news immediately so that the Tribunal could take preventative measures.

Zhan Kong took a deep breath and looked at Mo Xie.

“You have done a very good job. If the demons really enter the city, Bo City will be awash in blood.”

"Alright, you don't need to worry about the rest. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

Patting Mo Xie on the shoulder, Zhan Kong smiled, feigning ease.

Indeed, he had no confidence in dealing with the invasion of several demon clans, and could only pray for a response from the higher-ups.

But he promised that even at the cost of his own life, he would protect his apprentice.

"By the way, you should go to the Lingyin Temple trial during your winter break. I agree to what you told me last time."

"agreed?"

Mo Xie remembered that it was about Tang Yue inviting him to join the Trial Council last time.

"Yes, joining the Tribunal will be very beneficial to you. You'll understand later."

Zhan Kong smiled mysteriously and said nothing more.

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The Mu family, the Mu family manor.

In a dark stairwell, footsteps echoed clearly as a figure moved slowly.

A red light scanned the figure, and the iron gate in front of him opened with a click.

The dim light illuminated the secret room, and also revealed the face of a person.

The newcomer was none other than Mu He, the Grand Deacon of the Black Vatican!
He turned on a projector in front of him, then solemnly knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and remained silent.

Soon, a technologically advanced image was projected onto the wall.

The scene depicts a luxurious room, in which a woman appears.

The room was dimly lit, and the curtains were drawn, leaving only a small gap so that the woman's face could not be seen clearly.

The woman had long, wavy brown hair that reached her waist, which also obscured her profile.

A bright red silk nightgown clung to her curvaceous body, showcasing her figure perfectly and exuding an alluring charm.

Her fair skin, exposed to the air, was as smooth and delicate as ivory.

Her neck was snow-white, with an exaggerated curve that extended downwards, large and full.

The skirt was very thin, which accentuated her willow-like waist. It fit her perfectly and made her look graceful and charming.

Further down are her pert and full buttocks, like a ripe peach waiting to be picked.

The skirt hem only reached the upper thigh, revealing plump, rounded thighs, delicate calves, and a pair of exquisite bare feet.

Two pairs of long, slender, fair legs were crossed, yet without any excess fat.

She leaned lazily against the soft sofa, like a noble cat, elegant and graceful.

If Moye were here, he would definitely recognize the woman; she is none other than Salang, one of the cardinals of the Black Vatican!
At the same time, she was also the person he longed for, his Aunt Ye.

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