Full-Time Magister: Summoning Eight Demons at the Start

One second I'm thinking of using my brain, the next second, I'm not using it at all!

To put it bluntly, Saint Seiya is driven by a super brain, but because he thinks too much, he simply does nothing.

The demonic state is dominated by super power; thinking? Not necessary!

Who in this world would dare to disagree with me?

Chapter 120 A Pact to Die for Love

121.

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Clock Tower Magical Society.

The malevolent spirits that covered the horizon had swallowed the city, leaving only a golden barrier that held this ancient capital afloat.

However, under the relentless onslaught of countless undead armies day and night, the golden barrier could not hold out for long.

"What? I took a nap and the undead have already invaded the inner city?"

Lu Cheng's languid voice broke the silence inside the watchtower.

"Who are you?" Li Yujian, who had never met Lü Cheng before, looked at the young man who had barged into their meeting with some displeasure.

"You don't even recognize me? You bumpkin." Lü Cheng yawned, walked to the table, sat down, and poured himself some tea.

"It tastes good." Lu Cheng looked at Ling Xi beside him.

Jasmine tea, it seems, is something I never forget, no matter where I go.

"Thank you." Ling Xi nodded, not saying much more to Lü Cheng.

She was not acquainted with Lü Cheng.

"You..." Seeing Lü Cheng's attitude, Li Yujian was furious. However, before he could say anything, Zhu Meng and Han Ji came to his rescue and explained.

Just then, a pharmacist in a white coat hurried up and explained the effects of the Nine Nether Dew on the dead. Immediately afterward, a man who was wrapped up tightly walked up slowly.

"Who are you?" Han Ji asked.

"Could it be the legendary Kamen Rider who just happened to be passing by?" Lu Cheng said.

The heavily wrapped-up man ignored Lü Cheng and continued the previous topic, explaining Salang's plans regarding the ancient capital to everyone.

“We are willing to believe what you say, but why do you come to see us like this? Why don’t you take off your mask?” Lingxi questioned.

“Because the Bull Warrior never takes off his mask,” Lü Cheng said leisurely.

The mysterious man glanced at Lü Cheng speechlessly. "I'm sorry, but I can't be sure if any of you here are Salang's accomplices, or rather, if anyone here is Salang!"

"..."

“Sarang? Me?” Lu Cheng raised an eyebrow.

“You are not,” the mysterious man said.

"Why?" Lu Cheng asked, puzzled.

Why don't you doubt me? Do you look down on me?

"..."

Seeing Lü Cheng inexplicably arguing with the mysterious man, Zhu Meng quickly stepped forward, covered his mouth, and gestured for the mysterious man to continue explaining.

"I'll go and bring Fang Gu here now. You'll wait a moment."

After saying that, the mysterious man quickly left the watchtower.

Zhu Meng then released Lü Cheng's mouth.

"Why won't you let me speak?" Lu Cheng asked, looking annoyed.

"Don't you think this person is very suspicious? The defense of the ancient capital has been going on for so long, and he knows so much. Why didn't he say so earlier? Why did he have to come at this time of year?"

"When you are at your wits' end, they suddenly throw out a lifeline, leaving you with no choice but to believe them. Isn't this a common tactic of the Black Vatican?"

"This..." Zhu Meng was speechless for a moment.

"But what is his purpose in doing this?" Lingxi asked.

“Just playing around.” Lü Cheng shrugged.

"..."

Zhu Meng was speechless, and the crowd, who had been expecting Lü Cheng to offer some insightful opinions just a moment ago, were also somewhat speechless.

What's the reason?

"Isn't that reason enough?" Lu Cheng asked.

"Or do you think it doesn't benefit him and therefore can't be explained? Then tell me, what benefit does the Black Vatican and Salang gain from causing such a huge commotion and taking such a great risk to destroy the ancient capital?"

"Isn't she just playing around?"

"This……"

"Report! A body has been found in the back alley to the south!" A guard mage flew down from a high place.

"It seems to be that mysterious man from earlier!"

Everyone was shocked and hurriedly asked the guard monk to lead the way to the back alley to check the situation.

"This... how dare they be so arrogant!" Zhu Meng was furious.

Just as everyone was falling into despair because they had lost track of Fang Gu's whereabouts, the mysterious man from before emerged from the corner again.

"As I just said, there are Salam's accomplices or Salam himself among those present."

"You're not dead?" Ling Xi was stunned for a moment, and a surge of annoyance rose in her heart.

She was actually tricked!

“Just in case, I arranged for my men to impersonate me and receive the message, and as you can see,” the mysterious man said, stepping forward.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the one lurking here is Salang himself."

As he spoke, the mysterious man faced Han Ji and bowed.

"President, please issue the follow-up instructions."

Although Han Ji was somewhat swayed by Lü Cheng's words, he still bound everyone present as originally planned.

"Didn't you say I wasn't Salang?" Lu Cheng looked at the soul chains binding him, somewhat speechless.

"I'm sorry, but we really can't afford to leave any potential problems behind," Han Ji said.

"If this catastrophe can be quelled, I, Han, will apologize to everyone!"

"Apologize?" Lu Cheng raised an eyebrow.

"We probably won't live to see that day, will we?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the bound crowd changed drastically.

"Better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free." Lü Cheng looked around.

"Are you any different from the Black Vatican?"

Han Ji's expression darkened slightly, and he remained silent.

During this special period, he was helpless.

……

On the watchtower, more than ten high-ranking officials, including Lü Cheng, were surrounded by the Imperial Guard mages. If they made any unusual moves, they would be killed without a trace in an instant.

"I never expected that a high-level mage like me would receive such treatment." Lu Cheng sat down at the table with a light tone, looking at the heavy rain.

"Aren't you nervous?" Lingxi asked.

"If this matter is not resolved, we are all afraid we will die here."

She has a backup plan and can escape, but Lü Cheng might not.

She hadn't expected Lü Cheng to arrive at this exact moment, or rather, it was as if...

"It's obvious someone's trying to get me," Lu Cheng chuckled.

Liu Xian told him that while he was asleep, there were people watching the area around the hotel, and after he left the hotel, people followed him all the way.

After arriving at the clock tower, both the pharmacist who reported and the mysterious person later were arranged by Han Ji. It was as if this whole scene was waiting for him, the final guest, to make his appearance.

Clearly, he is the prime suspect.

Or rather, someone wanted to take this opportunity to get rid of him.

But who?

Han Ji had no grudge against him, and they didn't even know each other before. There was no reason for that old guy to target a high-level mage like him at this time.

Could it be a magical court? Or the Supreme Inquisition?

Who has he offended without even realizing it?