Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 269 Lingling Sheds Tears, Wang Feng is Enraged

After dinner, Wang Feng went to Kunshan City Market to look for anything he needed.

Anyway, Lu Kun gave a rough time, so it's fine to go back then.

The market is quite bustling and has a retro style. The entire market is mainly composed of ancient glazed tile buildings, which has gradually turned Kunshan's Magic Market into a very good tourist attraction.

Even if no one comes to buy anything, you can see foreigners everywhere here.

Wang Feng and Lingling strolled around for a long time, each eating a string of candied hawthorns with great relish.

"The newly developed Magic Herb by the Asian Magic Association can help you recover magic energy faster in battle. Anyone want to give it a try?"

"Strange bones, three yuan per jin, ten yuan for three jin! Strange bones, three yuan per jin, ten yuan for three jin!!"

"Selling all kinds of beast souls! Summoning mages, come and take a look! All kinds of beast souls, you name it, we have them all, as many as you want!!"

The shouts and cries rose and fell, and the lively atmosphere truly made one feel as if they had stepped into a prosperous ancient painting. To make it even more fitting, many vendors were dressed in ancient costumes.

Wang Feng took a bite of the last candied hawthorn, and the sweet and sour taste spread across his tongue.

He gazed at the brightly lit market, teeming with people, where shouts, bargaining, and children's laughter mingled together, creating a vibrant scene.

“That’s interesting.” He smiled slightly, his fingertips gently stroking the bamboo skewer. “If Asuka City had a market like this, it would probably attract a lot of tourists.”

Lingling licked the sugar stain from the corner of her lips, her eyes curving into crescents: "Mmm, I like places like this."

Wang Feng raised his hand and glanced at his watch; it was almost time.

“Let’s go,” he said, tilting his head towards Lingling, his voice gentle. “It’s time to check on our assigned task.”

"Mm." Lingling nodded and casually tossed the bamboo skewer into a wooden bucket by the roadside with a soft "tap".

……

Wang Feng and Lingling returned to the Lu Family Mountain Fortress under the moonlight, the bluestone steps gleaming softly.

Lu Kun was already waiting in front of the ancient gate, his figure appearing exceptionally tall and slender in the lantern light.

“You don’t seem nervous at all, that’s good.” Lu Kun smiled when he saw that Wang Feng still had the leisure to stroll around the market.

"Let it be. It would be great if we could win it over," Wang Feng replied calmly.

As he entered the hall, Wang Feng keenly sensed subtle magical fluctuations in the air.

Lu Kun acted cautiously, setting up strict isolation barriers in each room.

Even the most skilled shadow mages, the most proficient space mages, or the most adept at teleportation, or the most skilled sound mages who can eavesdrop on the slightest sounds, would find it difficult to detect anything.

"You may use your hunter resources, but please do not disclose the details of your request to anyone."

Lu Kun solemnly took out a roll of parchment wrapped in dark red silk from his bosom. The silk was embroidered with intricate anti-peeping runes. "Although the client is generous, he hates it most when others pry into his private affairs."

"Don't worry, we all know the rules." Wang Feng nodded and took it, feeling a faint magical tremor as his fingertips touched the parchment.

After Lu Kun left, Lingling eagerly snatched the letter of authorization and deftly broke the seal with her slender fingers.

Wang Feng calmly poured himself a cup of tea, the steam rising gently from the rim.

He wasn't worried about the difficulty of the mission; after all, with his abilities, there was no task he couldn't complete.

Lingling quickly scanned the contents, her expression gradually freezing.

From initial anticipation to shock, and finally to anger.

"Let's go, we're not taking this commission!" She slammed the commission letter to the ground and stomped on it a few times, the parchment making a dull thud on the bluestone floor.

Wang Feng immediately put down his teacup. He knew Lingling too well. For someone as calm as Lingling to lose control like this, this commission must be extraordinary.

"What's wrong?" He quickly picked up the crumpled parchment.

"Someone is playing us!" Lingling's voice was filled with suppressed anger.

Wang Feng unfolded the paper, and neat handwriting came into view:

Do you believe that I am still alive somewhere?
Back then, I was chasing a monster with a red soul.

At first, I thought it was just a small demon that had broken into a human city, but as more and more events happened related to it, I realized that the red-souled monster was actually quite terrifying!
That day, I found its trail. After I finished reading the short story to my daughter and she fell asleep peacefully, I followed its scent to the dock alone.

It is absorbing something, it is growing, it is becoming powerful!
I let it escape.

I realized that I had let go of an evil creature that could bring endless suffering to people, and the speed at which it was growing horrifying!

In the future, for every life it hunts, I will bear a share of its sins.

Because of my arrogance and mistakes.

I swear I will find it.

Eradicate it completely!

In the name of the seventh-generation Hunter King of China!

……

Wang Feng's gaze swept quickly across the parchment, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper. When he read the signature "Seventh Generation Hunter King of China," his fingers unconsciously tightened around the edge of the page.

He immediately understood the reason for Lingling's rage.

This is clearly a handwritten letter left by her father, the Cold Hunter King.

Or rather, it was a suicide note written many years ago.

"Lingling, calm down." Wang Feng's voice was very soft as he gently smoothed the crumpled corner of the paper with his fingertips. "There's more content at the end."

He continued reading:
“I’m going to deal with this tonight. I can’t let it continue to expand. It’s like Pandora’s box—I didn’t open it myself, but my negligence has allowed it to grow ever larger. I have to end it all myself.”

Before setting off, I wrote this self-narration and left behind a complete Star Sea Celestial Vein as payment. I have submitted this commission to the Hunter Alliance, requesting a delay in its opening.

An unknown hunter friend:

If you are reading this letter, it means I was unable to return to cancel the commission, nor was I able to eliminate that demon.

Please complete this task for me.

I know that this mission is far more dangerous than the value of the Star Sea Celestial Vein.

But please help me finish it!

...

Lingling had a diary in her hand, which belonged to her father. She kept it by her pillow, neither opening it nor leaving it.

The contents inside are the first half of the letter of authorization.

Almost every word was recorded.

This was the first time she had learned about the latter part of the story.

As Wang Feng read the words aloud, Lingling's eyes were already brimming with tears.

She finally understood—it wasn't a diary at all, but a letter of entrustment her father had drawn up before his final battle against the Red Devils.

The Cold Hunter King had foreseen everything.

If he returns victorious, he will cancel the commission.
If he were to sacrifice himself, this delayed commission would guide future generations to complete what he had left unfinished.

They now have the complete letter of authorization in their hands.

The ending is all too clear.

Looking at Lingling silently shedding tears, Wang Feng felt as if his chest was being branded with a hot iron.

The falling tears seemed to transform into burning flames of anger.

Red Devils?

well.

Then he will settle this matter himself.

(End of this chapter)