Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 228 The Night Watchman's Work

Gawain distributed a Night's Watch cloak to everyone and briefly emphasized some important points.

First and foremost, act within your capabilities. There are no mandatory sacrifices required for any of the Night's Watch's actions. You can choose to retreat or call for backup based on your own judgment without penalty. At most, your personal rating may be lowered.

Secondly, try to conceal your identity as much as possible. Being exposed could very well bring trouble to yourself and your family. Past cases have proven that being high-profile brings no benefit. Protecting the vulnerable and upholding justice can also attract the attention of those with malicious intent.

Finally, regarding accepting missions. There are various forms, the most common being victims coming to the police station to report a crime. One-time distress spell scrolls are also frequently used, and many ordinary people carry one. Wealthy individuals use communication watches to dial the Night Watch's location's communication number; some convenience stores and residents with walkie-talkies also do this. The Night Watch organization has dedicated staff to handle these tasks, assigning them to nearby available teams.

"In other words, for now, you can just follow my instructions regarding the mission." Gawain raised the communication watch on his wrist: "Once you're more proficient, feel free to offer your opinions."

A streak of blue-white lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a muffled clap of thunder. Heavy raindrops began to fall, from a light drizzle to a vast expanse of water.

A group of figures, burning with battle aura, leaped between the low buildings, heading straight for the scene of the incident.

The night was pitch black, and the torrential rain obscured the view, making it almost impossible to see anything in the distance.

The light emanating from the pure white, sacred battle aura was like a beacon that united the hearts of the team.

Before setting off, Gao Wen had said meaningfully, "It seems you're having a lot of bad luck."

Everyone assumed it was due to the sudden worsening weather. Little did they know it was related to the mission.

Most ordinary missions involve disputes between people, at most resulting in conflict and bloodshed. However, beyond ordinary missions, there are extraordinary events. It's important to know that spirits have always existed in the world. Spirits active in the bustling capital are generally extremely troublesome and difficult to deal with; some evil spirits are even difficult for holy-level spellcasters to handle.

"Young Master, are you there?" Aglaia murmured so softly it was barely audible.

The three-eyed raven's head peeked out from the collar of the Heavenly Suit, releasing a wave of contented thoughts: "So warm, I don't want to move."

It's nice that it's ordinary; it has more space to move around, and he feels he could even build a nest inside.

"We're here! Stay alert!" Gao Wen leaped off the seven-story residential building.

In the south of the city, Shell Street has recently received multiple reports of missing persons. Nearby residents have witnessed signs of strange, large-scale activity.

Similar situations occur frequently during the Ghost Festival each year. When the material and spiritual dimensions intersect, spiritual tides may even erupt.

In the past, such events would only last a few days at most each year before subsiding. Now, with the space barrier weakening, the duration and danger will undoubtedly increase several levels.

"It's way too early for this to happen!"

There are still almost two weeks until the Ghost Festival in mid-July!

Gao Wen locked onto his target and leaped into the air. A burst of burning, dark green flames slashed down, tearing the white cloth fluttering in the sky in two.

Generally, simply dealing with the object that destroyed the spirit's vessel is enough to resolve the abnormal event.

Gao Wen landed heavily, his gaze fixed on the street ahead.

A figure in a white dress stood bathed in the heavy rain, beneath the dim light of a magic lamp. Sensing something was amiss, the team members, eager to make a move, drew their inscribed swords and rapidly approached.

The inscribed sword, burning with orange-red flames, struck the white-dressed figure heavily at the waist. The instant it was cleaved in two, an inexplicable chill exploded forth.

A chilling cold that seeps deep into the bone marrow, extinguishing the flame of life.

The fire-attribute battle aura covering his body extinguished. The young swordsman lost his ability to move, watching helplessly as his black hair enveloped him.

"Attack together!" Gawain roared, raising his sword towards the sky.

The dark green battle aura transformed into a giant sword several meters long, which cleaved the ground with deep ravines as it fell.

The Morton family's unique withering battle aura has a very special effect. It can deprive an opponent of their life force to replenish itself, delaying its peak period and aging. Therefore, the Morton family's lifespan is nearly 50% longer than the average of other experts of the same level. With more time to cultivate, naturally, many powerful individuals emerge from this family.

The super-class swordsman unleashed a powerful strike, tearing apart large swathes of black hair. However, even more black hair continued to grow, spreading outwards from the street.

Even as the greatswords formed from the battle aura of the crowd continued to slash down, they could not stop the black-haired man in the slightest.

A figure ablaze with pure white flames surged forward, parting black hair to drag the unconscious young swordsman away. Holy battle aura naturally counters all types of negative energy, making it far more effective than other attributes. This is why paladins are a highly sought-after and powerful profession.

"Well done! Now retreat..." Gawain volunteered to cover the retreat.

Everyone quickly spread out.

When the long black hair grew to a certain extent, it could no longer maintain its shape and began to disintegrate into black ash, as if the scene just now was just an illusion.

"Captain, what's that thing?" A team member looked at Gao Wen with lingering fear.

"An evil spirit that uses hair as a curse," Gawain explained indifferently. "It can continuously split its body in a short period of time. Until it reaches a critical point, it will collapse."

Aglaia crouched beside the unconscious young swordsman, a dazzling pure white light gathering between her hands.

The purification effect of the holy battle aura was better than that of the caster's holy light spell, and visible black smoke spread out.

The magical ambulance arrived quickly. Several paramedics hurriedly lifted the unconscious person onto a stretcher, maneuvered the magical ambulance into the air, and drove away, not wanting to linger for even a second longer.

Gao Wen continued to lead his men on the mission.

A third strange creature was spotted a hundred meters away.

The cane, with the old man's head hanging from it, hopped and skipped through the rain, making a "thump-thump-thump" sound.

Looking from a distance, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

Gao Wen unleashed his full battle aura, and the dark green flames transformed into a giant octopus, wielding eight tentacles to smash down on the human head cane.

The old man grinned maliciously and spewed out pitch-black ghost fire from his mouth.

The two sides clashed in an instant, deciding both life and death, and determining who was superior.

The cane could not withstand the onslaught of battle energy and shattered into countless small pieces in an instant.

The old man tried to escape into the air, but Aglaia decisively thrust out her inscribed sword, the pure white flames delivering a precise piercing attack.

A dense black negative energy exploded from inside the skull, turning the old man's head into dust.

"Not bad, another one solved." Gao Wen showed an approving expression.

The Night Watch squad patrolled Shell Street repeatedly to ensure all potential hazards were resolved before heading to their next mission location.

Abnormal events have broken out in various parts of the city.

Aglaia never imagined that her city was secretly so dangerous, and she silently worried about her mother's safety.

(End of this chapter)