I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 449

The young man in mid-air never looked down again.

The turbulent air currents gradually calmed down, turning into gentle breezes that ruffled his clothes.

In the next instant, his figure vanished from everyone's sight like a wisp of smoke.

"it's good now."

Constantine, who had been watching nervously from the sidelines, let out a long sigh of relief.

"Not only did he not go on a killing spree, he also killed the monster and protected everyone."

"The undeniable facts are there. No matter what those bastards want to do, they can't get away with this mudslinging."

"Yes, that's a good thing."

As Fergus spoke, a slight smile finally appeared on his previously tense face.

……

"I believe everyone is already aware of the incident that happened not long ago. The specific details have been reconstructed online through videos recorded from various perspectives, so there's no need to go into too much detail here..."

"Please allow me to interrupt for a moment. There are still many doubts about the course of events, such as the testimonies of the survivors."

"Oh?"

"When they first walked out of the building, they all said that the young man named Su Fan was the mastermind behind everything. But after he left, they all changed their story, saying that the young man was not the mastermind, but a hero who resolved the situation and saved countless lives. Their statements are contradictory and cannot be used as a reference."

"No, I think it's already very clear. Didn't you see those reporters in the video kneeling and begging for mercy for the monster? They were all shocked and ashamed of their actions afterward. Why would they collectively plead for the abhorrent monster that wanted to kill them?"

If not everyone suddenly developed Stockholm syndrome, then the monster must have controlled their minds before they died.

If the curly-haired young man named Ralph who was killed was indeed the culprit, it's highly likely he also possessed the ability to manipulate minds. Controlling a mentally and physically exhausted survivor to make them give a false testimony would be a piece of cake for him.

"How about I share my hypothesis? That Su Fan is the mastermind. After appearing, he swiftly slaughtered those who knew the truth and then subjected the remaining ones to mind control. Finally, he ended with a show of flexing his muscles. He gained followers and completed his evil plan."

You wouldn't be saying that your assumption is reasonable, and my assumption is nonsense, would you?

"No, I'm considering your background, sir. As far as I know, you've made numerous discriminatory remarks about races other than whites. Furthermore, there are rumors that you've participated in gatherings of a mysterious religion. Are you in such a hurry to accuse Mr. Su Fan because you have a guilty conscience?"

"I'll fuck you!"

The people sitting in the tavern saw the two experts on TV arguing heatedly, their faces red and necks bulging, seemingly on the verge of a full-blown fight, and they all started yelling and jeering.

They didn't care whether the gentry in the City of London were alive or dead, just as the latter didn't care about the lives of them, the country folk.

They just wanted to see two well-dressed elites fight.

Only one person sitting at the bar remained unusually silent. He watched the images on the television, finished his whiskey in one gulp, placed a banknote under the empty glass, and turned to leave.

At the bar entrance stood a man in a trench coat, who appeared to have been waiting for some time.

"Could you tell me more about that person, Jamie?"

“I’ve already told you everything I needed to say last time. Instead, don’t you think you should tell me more about your experiences, Benjamin?”

The two tacitly agreed not to continue their conversation and headed towards the nearest small restaurant, only breaking the silence once they were seated.

Jamie was the first to speak.

Is there something wrong with your ears?

Jamie's words sounded like a lighthearted opening, but Benjamin could tell that he was concerned about Jamie's health. "My eardrum is slightly ruptured and will need some time to heal. It's not time for me to wear a hearing aid yet."

"Really? It seems Su did step in to protect you a little."

Jamie spoke with absolute certainty, and after a pause, seemingly noticing Benjamin's confusion, he continued to explain.

"Your eardrums were damaged because of the first time the demon summoned the giant serpent. Everyone present experienced similar trauma, but the second time the monster roared, it was much more powerful."

I saw a video online that showed the windows of buildings about 50 meters away were shattered. If Su hadn't absorbed most of the energy, you would most likely have been killed by that energy.

A friend of mine happens to work at a hospital, and they told me they've recently seen many patients with hearing loss, most of whom can only resume a normal life with the help of cochlear implants.

"You mean he could still spare the energy to take special care of individuals in the crowd even during the breaks in such intense fighting?"

Benjamin's eyes widened slightly, almost in disbelief.

"What? You think it's impossible?"

Jamie looked at him with disdain, as if he was making a fuss over nothing.

"That kind of battle wasn't intense at all for Su; it was practically one-sided. Which eye of yours saw that he was struggling?"

The memories from that time came flooding back.

Benjamin soon discovered that Jamie was absolutely right.

"Who...who exactly is he...to be able to do something like this, he's practically a god among men..."

“I told you, Su is unfathomable, and his abilities far exceed your imagination.”

"but I……"

At the time, I just thought you were overly admiring and grateful to him, exaggerating your feelings. Who would have thought he was really that amazing?!

"If that's the case, why didn't he just dissipate all the attacks and save everyone else at the scene?"

"Benjamin, have you been living a comfortable life in Britain for too long and ruined your brain?"

Jamie looked intently at his childhood friend across from him.

"Who are these people down there? One second they're slandering and cursing him, wishing they could drown him in their spittle, and the next second they expect this person who's being scorned by everyone to take pity on them and save them from their misery? And that's without the person even asking for it."

"The fact that he didn't confirm that the group was killed by the monster is already a life-saving grace. What more could he possibly want?"

Jamie's clear vision jolted Benjamin awake.

Yes.

Under the camera's lens, he was almost condemned to death by others who were unaware of the truth, and his fate was obviously social death.

If it were me, I'd be tempted to kill all those gossiping bastards.

What protection? Let their hearing go to hell.

“Su is very fair in his dealings, and everything he does is reasonable. This is a very admirable quality of his, but…”

Jamie didn't continue, he just sighed.

(End of this chapter)