Two Realms: I am a Genius Magician

Chapter 85 The Sanctuary

In New York City, USA, an unassuming church serves as the headquarters of the Holy See.

The Sanctuary is the largest supernatural organization in the United States, a perfect fusion of capital and supernatural power, and even the US government has to defer to it.

Inside the church at that moment, a Black woman held a crucifix and prayed devoutly. She was the highest authority in the church.

A nun came in and stood at a distance, waiting. The Black woman made no move until midnight.

She grew anxious and had no choice but to step forward and interrupt, "Your Majesty, I have something important to report to you."

The Black woman frowned slightly and glanced at the nun.

"I've said it before, I don't like being disturbed when I'm meditating, darling, you'd better have a good reason."

Despite the pressure, the nun said, "Han Lin is back."

The reason for using the word "returned" is that the headquarters of the Temple of Death is in the United States, but in recent years, the world's strongest person has often resided in Great Xia.

The crucifix in the Holy Lord's hand trembled slightly, and he said coldly, "What do you mean by 'returned'? Where are you?"

The nun said, "The plane will land at Miami Airport in about seven hours."

The Holy Lord's expression softened somewhat, but he was still somewhat displeased. He said, "Such important news, and you're only telling me now? Why didn't you wait until the plane landed before telling me?"

The nun remained silent, only bowing her head.

The Lord said, "Bring Washington to me."

A moment later, the nun handed a cell phone to the Lord.

Holy Lord: "Sir."

An exasperated voice came through the receiver: "Oh, damn it, I'm not some superhuman, ma'am, you shouldn't be calling me at this hour."

The Holy Lord said, "Mr. President, I hope you can still roar with excitement after hearing my message."

"Death has returned."

The president's voice suddenly turned calm: "He hasn't been back for a long time. What's the reason this time?"

"Does that person need to report their itinerary to me?"

"Madam, when will you be able to reach level nine? I'm so tired of living in fear."

"Stop spouting unrealistic nonsense. Now, use your supreme authority to ensure his safety. For at least two hours before and after the plane lands, the airport must serve only him. Follow up closely on the subsequent itinerary and be prepared to manage traffic. You know traffic jams are the worst thing for anyone. If he's in a bad mood, neither you nor I will be."

"Airports are difficult to manage —"

"Ha, if you still want him to inexplicably show up at the White House, sit cross-legged on your large desk, and talk to you while pointing his finger at your nose, then go ahead."

The Lord hung up the phone.

Flights to and from Miami have been delayed or canceled for unknown reasons.

The following morning, Han Lin's private plane landed in Miami, and a Cadillac Escalade drove straight onto the airport runway and came to a steady stop at the gangway.

Han Lin yawned as he stepped off the plane, followed by Han Qianfei and Sun Xiaozai.

Han Qianfei glanced around and thought to himself, "America is nothing special, the airport is so deserted."

After descending the gangway, Sun Xiao ran a few steps, opened the rear door of the Escalade, and waited for Han Lin and his son to take their seats before nimbly getting into the passenger seat himself.

After the Cadillac Escalade drove out of the airport, a police car suddenly appeared in front of it, with flashing lights.

As the police car approached an intersection, it didn't know where the Escalade was headed, so it drove past the intersection. However, in the correct direction, another police car was waiting. Upon seeing the Escalade appear, it quickly started moving.

The atmosphere in the Miami command center was somber because the president's call had bypassed several levels of government and reached here directly in the middle of the night.

The commander-in-chief's expression was grave: "The two police cars at the next intersection, get into position as soon as possible and be ready to lead the way."

Han Lin was unaware that his appearance had caused such tension in America. He was in a good mood and therefore wouldn't cause trouble. However, the Holy Lord and the President dared not gamble.

In reality, Han Lin wouldn't cause trouble unless he was extremely unhappy.

He was in a good mood because his son didn't seem to be blaming him too much.

If Han Qianfei could be so easily swayed by Han Lin's emotions, he would have been driven to death by anger countless times over the past decade.

A father who often harms his son is ironically able to frequently feel his fatherly love, even though there are no concrete actions from him.

An hour later, the Cadillac Escalade drove into the yard of a villa.

The villa wasn't big, and the yard wasn't big either.

The entire structure is built on a huge platform halfway up the mountain, which is supported by several thick pillars.

The villa has a great design, with large areas of glass facing the sea.

After the vehicle entered, a line of eighteen-year-old villa workers were already waiting.

After getting off the bus, Han Lin said, "Son, if you want to rest, stay here. I'll find you in the other world next time we travel through time."

Han Qianfei asked, "Where are you going?"

Han Lin said, "Go have fun, do you need me to come with you?"

"You'd better get lost."

"Hahaha, by the way, Xiao Ran, you stay here and follow Qian Fei. His needs represent my needs."

Sun Xiao was startled again. This was a bit outrageous. Was it just polite talk? No, the boss never used polite talk.

On a whim, she asked, "What if Young Master wants to disband the Temple of Death?"

Han Lin said nonchalantly, "Then let's disband. Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

Sun Xiaoran's heart was in turmoil, and she quickly lowered her head: "I understand, boss."

"Let's go." Han Lin got back into the Cadillac Escalade.

The massive Escalade's front end tilted slightly, and it launched itself forward with a flourish, looking incredibly stylish.

Han Qianfei shook his head, looked at the five girls lined up neatly, and asked Sun Xiaoran, "Who are they?"

"Young master, they are the staff of this villa: two chefs, two cleaners, and one technician."

""

"Does Han Lin usually live here?"

Sun Xiaoran shook her head and said, "I almost never come."

"And them?"

"They do some maintenance work here."

"That's so extravagant! How much do they earn?"

"Five thousand US dollars per week."

Damn, Old Deng hasn't given him five thousand dollars in ten years!

"Let them get on with their work."

Sun Xiao then instructed them to do their work, and then led Han Qianfei into the villa.

The villa's interior is undeniably luxurious, especially the glass curtain wall facing the sea, which is truly breathtaking.

Han Qianfei sat on the sofa, facing the sea, lost in thought.

It wasn't until noon that he realized Sun Xiaoran had been standing behind him the whole time, without moving or making a sound.

Han Qianfei turned his head.

Sun Xiaoran quickly came closer: "What are your orders, young master?"

Han Qianfei was about to say something but then stopped himself. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I've been a poor kid since I was little, and I'm often ridiculed. I'm not some noble person. Your words make me a little uncomfortable."

Sun Xiaoran was stunned, and after a long while, she tentatively asked, "What does Young Master mean?"

Han Qianfei said, "Make yourself at home."

Sun Xiaoran smiled and said, "Okay."

Han Qianfei asked, "Do you have any information on the Dharma Form?"

"We have it."

"Please find me some information on water, metal, and lightning magic forms. If you have any information on space magic forms, please find some as well."

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"Young Master, what type of magician are you? I'd like to gather more information about that." Sun Xiaoran spoke much more casually as expected.

Han Qianfei said, "I am a four-elemental mage."

Sun Xiaozai immediately understood: No wonder you're the boss's dearest son.