Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 143 The Simple and Honest People of Great Britain, and Irene Again
About three hours later.

Ye Chang dragged her slightly tired and exhausted body away from the Victoria Hotel, clutching the four-colored crystal and the spatial container containing the corpse of the craftsman tightly in her hand.

Her steps were somewhat unsteady, but her eyes shone with satisfaction.

Shortly after she left, Ai Jiangtu led the Nationalist team members back to the hotel.

"Captain Wang, we've obtained the Challenge Badge." Ai Jiangtu handed Wang Feng a badge inlaid with an iris emblem.

"Huh?" Zhao Manyan suddenly leaned closer, looking at Wang Feng suspiciously. "Captain, why do you look so radiant?"

Wang Feng calmly accepted the badge: "It's nothing, just a breakthrough in my cultivation."

"Another breakthrough?!" Zhao Manyan's eyes widened, and his voice rose eight octaves.

He learned about Wang Feng's cultivation history from Mo Fan and learned about his "unbelievable" life.

"So what breakthrough did you achieve this time?"

"Don't ask," Wang Feng waved his hand, "I'm afraid it would be a blow to your morale if I told you."

At this moment, Jiang Shaoxu suddenly leaned closer and sniffed lightly with her delicate nose: "Wait, why do you smell like milk?"

Wang Feng remained calm: "I accidentally spilled the milk while drinking it at noon, and I haven't had time to change my clothes yet."

Jiang Shaoxu squinted, feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

“Alright,” Wang Feng changed the subject, “Now that the challenge in Paris is over, we should prepare to head to the next stop.”

"Where's the next stop?" everyone asked curiously.

Wang Feng smiled slightly: "Britain."

……

The next morning, Wang Feng and his group arrived in London, the city shrouded in fog.

The ancient city was shrouded in a hazy morning mist, with Gothic architecture and modern high-rises appearing and disappearing in the thin fog, and red telephone booths and black taxis on the streets creating a unique British landscape.

As soon as they got off the plane, the girls' shopping enthusiasm was rekindled, and they looked at the luxury stores on the street with shining eyes.

Wang Feng sighed in exasperation and had no choice but to announce that everyone was free to do as they pleased, only requiring them to return to the hotel to gather before evening.

Strolling through the streets of London, Wang Feng appreciated the city's unique charm.

As he turned a street corner, he suddenly stopped—he saw a man in a suit wearing a baseball cap following a woman furtively.

The man was quite skilled; with a flick of his finger, the woman's wallet slipped into his sleeve.

"stop."

Wang Feng grabbed the man by the back of his collar and pulled him back like a chick.

"What are you doing! You rude foreigner!" the man shouted in heavily accented English as he struggled to speak.

Wang Feng sneered, took out the exquisite women's wallet from the inner pocket of his vest, and handed it back to the woman who had just discovered that it had been stolen and was in a panic.

The man's expression changed drastically, and shadow magic energy suddenly surged around him.

Seven shadowy stars formed a star trail beneath his feet—this was the initial-level magic [Shadow Escape].

However, just as the shadow was about to envelop his entire body, a flash of silver light appeared at Wang Feng's fingertips, and the man's magical fluctuations immediately receded like a tide.

"Playing with shadow magic in front of me?" Wang Feng sneered.

"You...you're a mage too?!" The thief's face turned pale, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding crowd took out their phones and contacted the Magic Association.

"Thank you so much!" The woman, who had almost been robbed, excitedly took the wallet, her eyes welling up with tears. "My passport and all my documents were in there."

Wang Feng shook his head helplessly. A dignified shadow mage had actually stooped to stealing in the street; the people of England were truly "simple and honest" in a way that was quite unexpected.

"I apologize for making this a laughing stock."

A clear female voice came from outside the crowd. The crowd spontaneously made way for a woman with cascading blonde hair who walked gracefully towards them.

She wore a Victorian-style belted long dress, her stunning figure stretching the fabric perfectly, her delicate face carrying an elegant apology.

When she saw Wang Feng in the center of the arena, her golden eyes suddenly lit up: "Wang Feng?"

The visitor was none other than Irene, the Dragon Tamer, whom I had met in Russia.

"Shouldn't you be gaining experience at the Nationalist government? Why did you go back to England?" Wang Feng was also somewhat surprised.

“We’ve finished our training, so I’ve come back to handle some family business,” Eileen said with a slight smile.

Then, he had the accompanying monk take the thief from Wang Feng's hand, turned around and apologized to the woman whose wallet had been stolen, and promised that the woman would stay at the Victoria Hotel for free, in a VIP suite for a month.

After the matter was settled, Eileen turned to Wang Feng with a smile in her eyes: "Would you like to come and sit at my manor?"

Wang Feng glanced at the time and nodded in agreement: "Then I'll trouble you."

……

Upon arriving at Eileen's manor, Wang Feng was led to a quiet courtyard.

Two young maids stood on either side of the exquisite pavilion, and on the carved tea table in the center of the pavilion were delicate tea snacks and a pot of steaming black tea.

"Tea, please."

After the two were seated, the maid respectfully poured them red tea.

The amber-colored tea swirls in the bone china cup, releasing a subtle bergamot aroma.

"Wang Feng, you didn't come to England just for sightseeing, did you?" Eileen took a sip of her black tea, her golden eyes revealing understanding. "Are you leading a team to challenge the British Pavilion?"

“That’s right.” Wang Feng picked up his teacup. “The training on the road took some time, and we still need to complete a few challenge chapters.”

According to the rules of the National Tournament, participating teams must obtain a certain number of Challenge Chapters from powerful magical nations in order to qualify for the Venice Tournament.

This mechanism is designed to filter out teams that are not strong enough.

Interestingly, the rules do not restrict the challenge chapters to come from different countries—even if they all come from powerful nations, it is not impossible.

“Then you’d better watch out. Our British national team is quite strong this year; our players are all at the level of the National Government’s reserves.” A sly glint flashed in Eileen’s golden eyes.

"Thank you for reminding me, I will take it seriously." Wang Feng smiled calmly, picked up his teacup and took a sip.

The two then chatted about their experiences during their time at the Nationalist government.

Eileen recounted her adventures in Africa, while Wang Feng shared his thrilling experiences on the West Siberian plains.

As they chatted and laughed, the sun quietly set, bathing the manor in a golden-red afterglow.

"Time flies." Eileen glanced at the sky. "How about we stay overnight at the manor?"

"No need, I need to go back and meet up with the team." Wang Feng stood up to take his leave.

Eileen escorted him to the manor gate, the night breeze ruffling her blonde hair: "Are you sure you don't need to arrange a driver? This place isn't close to the city."

"Don't worry, we'll be there soon," Wang Feng said with a slight smile.

Before he finished speaking, Wang Feng's figure had already faded away like ink in the moonlight, eventually disappearing completely into the night.

"This is..." Eileen's golden pupils narrowed slightly, "to be able to wield the Shadow element to such an astounding degree."

“I even reminded him to be careful of the national team,” Eileen said, a blush creeping onto her ears.

(End of this chapter)