Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 145 Facing the Pyramid of Habo, the Magic Contract Scroll
Wang Feng frowned and turned to look at the source of the sound.

A man with a high nose and deep-set eyes was glaring angrily, his eyes almost spitting fire.

"It's none of your business if I kiss my own woman," Wang Feng snapped impatiently.

"Insolence!" the man roared in fury. "I am Cullen, the guardian knight of the Parthenon Temple, and I will not allow you to desecrate the maidservants of the Temple of the Goddess to whom I serve!"

He drew his sword with a swift motion. "I challenge you to a duel!"

Looking at this guy who spoke with the accent of a medieval knight, only four words popped into Wang Feng's mind:

"Fucking retarded!"

"Kullen, he is actually..."

Just as Ye Xinxia was about to explain, she felt a tightness around her waist as Wang Feng held her firmly in his arms.

"Where did this clown come from?"

Wang Feng snorted coldly, and a suffocating pressure suddenly erupted from his body.

"boom!"

Kulun's legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, his sword clattering onto the stone slab.

He looked up in horror, only to see Wang Feng looking down at him condescendingly: "Is this all the skill you have? You think you're worthy of being a guardian knight?"

Kulen trembled all over, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Ye Xinxia gently tugged at Wang Feng's sleeve, her eyes filled with worry: "Brother Wang Feng, he's an apprentice knight at the Parthenon Temple, won't this be a good thing?"

It was only after she arrived at the Parthenon that she truly understood the immense power of this organization.

Most of the members of the Knights' Hall come from major magical families in Europe, with only a very small number selected and trained from orphans of the Believers' Hall.

These knights are not only incredibly powerful, but they also represent a complex web of conflicting interests.

Especially since this isn't China, his status as a member of parliament doesn't really matter here.

"It's nothing. It's just the Knights' Temple. I'm not even afraid of the Parthenon, let alone a trainee knight from the Knights' Temple who doesn't even have a discerning eye," Wang Feng said disdainfully.

Seeing Wang Feng's confidence, Ye Xinxia nodded obediently and ignored Kulun, who was kneeling on the ground trembling.

At this moment, several wind-element mages hurriedly arrived carrying a new, seriously wounded soldier.

"You're busy, I'll come find you again tonight~"

Wang Feng whispered in Ye Xinxia's ear, his warm breath making her ear tips turn slightly red.

He released his hand from her slender waist and turned to leave the tent.

……

After changing his clothes and disguising himself, Wang Feng went straight to the military base in Pushini City.

After showing his Hunter Master badge, he was quickly taken to the command post.

"Report! A master hunter has brought urgent intelligence!" the military mage leading the way announced loudly outside the tent.

"Come in." A calm female voice came from inside.

Wang Feng lifted the tent flap and saw a female military officer in her thirties frowning as she studied the sand table.

Staff Officer Fenner looked up and frowned even more when he saw Wang Feng's youthful face.

"What intelligence do you have?" she asked bluntly, her fingers tapping unconsciously on the table.

Wang Feng smiled mysteriously: "Staff Officer Fenner, are you still troubled by the mirage? Are you still heartbroken over the sacrifices of our soldiers?"

His voice carried a seductive rhythm, "I'm here on behalf of the hunting party. If you agree to one small condition, we'll take care of the Pyramid Phantom problem."

Fenner suddenly looked up, his sharp gaze piercing Wang Feng like a knife: "What did you say?"

“It’s very simple.” Wang Feng held up one finger. “Your army only needs to hold out for three days, and the rest can be handled by our hunting party.”

Fenner's brows furrowed almost into a knot as she stared intently at the excessively young hunter master before her.

If it weren't for the genuine badge right in front of her, she would have suspected the other person had escaped from some mental hospital. How dare they boast that they could take down a pyramid phantom equivalent to a demon tribe!

“Young man,” Fenner’s voice was as cold as ice, “do you know how many undead are in that pyramid, how many malevolent swords and death minions?”

"There's no need to worry about Staff Officer Fenner. Our hunting party dares to go into even the real pyramids, let alone a small pyramid illusion. We're professionals!" Wang Feng said confidently.

Of course, he wouldn't reveal that the so-called "hunting group" actually consisted of only him.

After a long silence, Fenner finally spoke: "What kind of payment do you want?"

"The Star Sea Celestial Vein, and half a C-grade magic mine, ten years' worth of net profit," Wang Feng said.

He had already investigated Staff Officer Finner's background before he arrived.

Those who managed to rise to the rank of staff officer or general in Egypt generally had a substantial family fortune.

In other words, only those who are wealthy enough to hold high positions can achieve this.

Although Wang Feng's demands were demanding, they were definitely within Staff Officer Fenner's acceptable range.

As expected, Staff Officer Fenner did not refuse immediately, but instead frowned and pondered.

After a moment, Staff Officer Fenner spoke up: "Five years' worth of profits."

“Sorry, this is the price offered by the hunting party, there’s no room for negotiation.” Wang Feng suddenly lowered his voice, “By the way, let me remind you, there’s also a Dark Sword Master hiding in the illusion of the Habo Pyramid.”

Upon hearing this, Fenner's pupils contracted sharply.

Of course she knew about the Dark Sword Master.

Those are monarch-level undead, loyal warriors of the Pharaoh!

She was the only super-level mage in the entire city of Pushini, and destroying the pyramid illusion required super-level strength.

If she were to stop the Dark Sword Master, the Pyramid Illusion would not be destroyed; if she were to destroy the Pyramid Illusion, then who could stop the Dark Sword Master?
army?

They'd all be dead before they even got close!

Fenner took a deep breath, his sharp gaze fixed on Wang Feng: "Young man, are you sure your hunting party can deal with the Dark Sword Master? He's a monarch-level being."

Wang Feng's expression remained unchanged, a calm smile still playing on his lips: "Chief of Staff Fenner, since we dare to say this, we naturally have absolute confidence."

"You only need to sign the contract, defend the city for three days, and leave the rest to us. After all—"

He paused meaningfully, "If the undead break through the defenses, our hunting party won't be able to collect our reward."

A brief silence fell over the tent, broken only by the soft hum of the magic lamps.

Fenner's gaze swept back and forth across Wang Feng's face, as if trying to see through the young man's true nature.

Finally, she let out a heavy sigh: "Okay, Star Sea Celestial Vein, the net profit of half a C-grade magic mine for ten years, I agree."

Wang Feng smiled slightly, and a flash of silver light appeared in his palm, revealing a magic contract scroll radiating a holy aura.

This is a blank magic contract scroll made from the hide of a luminous unicorn.

"Please." Wang Feng handed over the scroll.

Fenner took the scroll without the slightest hesitation.

Spiritual power condensed into invisible brushstrokes, and magical energy transformed into ink marks, which were then written on the contract in a flamboyant and elegant style.

Each rune that fell created a golden ripple on the parchment surface, and the magical energy of the contract echoed within the small tent.

She quickly completed the contents of the contract.

Fenner pushed the contract towards him and said coldly, "I hope your hunting party is as strong as you say, and not just wasting our time."

Wang Feng put away the contract and replied calmly, "Just prepare the payment. In three days, you'll feel that this money was well spent."

After saying that, Wang Feng turned around and left Fenner's tent without saying another word.

(End of this chapter)