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"Now that they're here, let's go and see them."

The Ancient One was clearly very pleased with Wanda's arrival.

She waved her small fan, signaling that everyone could leave.

Lin Jie nodded, already planning how to persuade... no, how to teach this top fighter in the Marvel Universe.

Where is she?

As Lin Jie walked out of the main hall, he turned to look at Lucian.

"Wait in the lobby."

Lucian answered respectfully.

Lin Jie didn't ask any more questions and walked straight towards the front hall.

Wang and Modu also prepared to go back to rest.

Just then, Lucian suddenly turned around and called out to Mordo, "Senior Brother, I have something I'd like to ask you. Are you available now?"

Lucian's words made both the king and Mordo stop in their tracks.

"Alright then." Although Mordo found it a bit strange that Lucian was looking for someone in the middle of the night, as the senior brother, he couldn't refuse his junior brother's request for advice.

The moment Mordo agreed, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Turning his head, he saw Wang Zheng staring at him with an extremely disgusted look.

"Your Majesty... why are you looking at me like that?"

Modu felt uneasy under the watchful gaze.

Wang suddenly blurted out, "It's the middle of the night, Senior Brother, you should wash up and go to bed early."

After saying that, Wang didn't wait for Modu's reply, flicked his sleeves, and stormed off.

Modu: "..."

What's wrong with this fat guy?

Actually, you can't blame the king. In Kamar-Taj, the king is known for his outspokenness and strong sense of justice.

He had always disliked Lucian, feeling that there was something sinister about the guy.

Wang had no problem with Mordo, but he was very unhappy that Mordo agreed to have a private chat with Lucian in the middle of the night.

Who knows what kind of wicked scheme this traitor is plotting?

Watching Wang walk away angrily, Modu turned his head, completely bewildered.

Lucian still wore that fake smile: "The Archmage probably just dislikes me, it has nothing to do with Senior Brother."

Mo Du, too lazy to waste time with small talk, immediately adopted the airs of the senior disciple, his expression turning serious: "Speak, what do you want?"

Although Mordo is now completely convinced of Lin Jie's strength, in front of other mages, he is still the senior brother who is in charge of discipline and never smiles.

Lucian stopped smiling, lowered his voice, and spoke with a hint of provocation.

"Senior Brother, I've come to ask your opinion on the genius mage taking over Kamar-Taj?"

Modu was taken aback.

"What do you think? It's great, what else can you say?" Mordo said calmly.

Lucian, undeterred, continued to fan the flames: "Senior Brother, you've spent over a decade in rigorous training at Kamar-Taj. By seniority, the position of Sorcerer Supreme should have been yours long ago. This greenhorn, who's only been here for a month, has climbed right above you. Don't you really have any objections?"

Upon hearing this, Mordo's gaze towards Lucian instantly changed.

They practically have the words "sow discord" written all over their faces!

Modu sneered inwardly.

To say he had no objections before would be a lie. Who doesn't want to be the boss?

The problem is, Kamar-Taj is a place where merit matters, not a retirement home where seniority matters!

After witnessing Lin Jie create a hundred clones with his bare hands, alter reality, and even master the "Dark God Magic," Mordo's resentment had long been crushed to nothing.

What kind of international joke is this? They can even wholesale the power of gods, what do I have to compete with them?

Do you want my demon-slaying staff?

Mordo looked at Lucian as if he were a clown: "It seems you have a lot of opinions about genius mages?"

A flicker of panic crossed Lucian's eyes, and he quickly denied it: "I wouldn't dare. I just feel that the Supreme Being is being too unfair. She can secretly absorb the power of the Dark Dimension to extend her lifespan, yet she forbids us from touching dark magic. That's so hypocritical!"

In an effort to win over Mordo, Lucian dropped a bombshell.

He knew that Mordo was a stubborn and inflexible person who couldn't tolerate any injustice.

If you tell him that the Ancient One absorbed Dormammu's power, Mordo's faith will crumble and he will completely break with the Ancient One!

"Senior Brother, I've seen the truth in the forbidden books of the library," Lucian said excitedly. "The Supreme Being has been deceiving us all along! Her immortality is entirely due to Dormammu's charity!"

Lucian stared intently at Mordo, anticipating the spectacular scene of Mordo flying into a rage and cursing the Ancient One.

however.

A second passed.

Two seconds passed.

Modu not only didn't get angry, but his expression remained completely calm.

"Oh, really?" Mordo picked at his ear, his tone as indifferent as if he were listening to what dishes would be served tonight.

Lucian was dumbfounded: "Big...Big Brother, didn't you hear what I just said? The Supreme Being used dark magic!"

"I heard you clearly," Mordo shrugged. "But, is it that important?"

Lucian: "???"

Isn't this important?!

Aren't you the most disciplined law enforcement captain in Kamar-Taj?!

Mordo chuckled inwardly at Lucian's expression, which looked like he'd swallowed a wad of flies.

If this had happened a few months ago, he would have collapsed on the spot upon hearing this news, and might even have fought the Ancient One to the death.

But things are different now.

Just over ten minutes ago, he witnessed Lin Jie unleash the highest-level forbidden dark technique—"Miracle"!

Moreover, Master Gu Yi tacitly approved it to his face!

Even the future Sorcerer Supreme is openly using dark magic to cultivate followers, so what's the big deal about Master borrowing some of Dormammu's mana to prolong his life?

It's like you've just watched a nuclear explosion, and now someone comes up to you and tells you that someone secretly set off a firework.

How do you feel?

"Lucian," Mordo patted Lucian on the shoulder, speaking earnestly, "times have changed. Now, Kamar-Taj is ruled by genius mages."

"And to be frank," Mordo leaned closer, a mocking smile playing on his lips, "I think that instead of worshipping a stingy and cruel evil god like Dormammu, we should just be followers of a genius mage. At least he offers better benefits and has a better temper."

After saying that, Mordo turned and strode away, leaving Lucian with a dashing silhouette.

Lucian was left standing alone in the cold wind, completely bewildered.

What's wrong with Kamar-Taj?!