Spellcasting Gods

"Humph! Courting death!"

Zhang Cheng pursed his lips and revealed a cold smile, and bright flames quickly appeared on his hands.

The moment the two werewolves charged into the narrow alley, he suddenly raised his arm and made a fist.

boom!

With a loud bang and an explosion, the scorching wall of fire immediately engulfed the first half of the alley.

As for the two ferocious werewolves, they immediately fell to the ground and rolled around in an attempt to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

Unfortunately, the flame storm created by magic was not an ordinary flame and could not be extinguished by ordinary means. Furthermore, the werewolves' thick fur became the perfect fuel, and no matter how much they rolled around, it was of no use.

Watching his enemy struggle in agony, Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with cruelty. He raised his staff and began to summon a blizzard, relentlessly ravaging his opponent with hail.

Clearly, he wasn't in a hurry to kill the two werewolves, but rather wanted to torture them and make them experience extreme pain.

With the powerful combat capabilities provided by the mage template, let alone two low-level werewolves, even a werewolf noble with pure blood would have a hard time gaining any advantage.

Despite the werewolf's extraordinary self-healing ability, it quickly teetered on the brink of death under the repeated torment of extreme heat and cold.

Several times they tried to escape the range of the covering strike, but after only a few steps, they were frozen in place by the Frost Nova.

Just as Zhang Cheng was enjoying the thrill of revenge, a blonde woman in a low-cut, backless evening gown slowly walked out from the corner.

She was none other than Catherine Agnes, the restaurant owner and witch...

Chapter 0050 The Witch Catherine (Part 1)

“My dear Zhang, although I knew long ago that you were not an ordinary person, I never expected that your true identity would be a wizard.” Catherine, wearing ten-inch red high heels, stepped over the two dying people, her long, slender white legs contrasting sharply with the bloody wounds.

Just as a werewolf reached out its claws to grab her right foot, the witch, who possessed terrifying supernatural powers, suddenly raised her right hand and made a waving motion.

The poor werewolf was suddenly thrown away by an invisible force, and then fell from the height, plunging into the sharp metal post at the top of the street lamp with a thud.

Dark red blood slowly slid down the groove on the side, and after convulsing for a few seconds, he breathed his last.

Although it wasn't the first time Zhang Cheng had witnessed the other party using telepathy, for some reason, he still felt a strange tension. Perhaps it was a natural awe of things he didn't understand, or perhaps it was a lingering psychological trauma from the past...

In short, he immediately stopped casting the spell and tentatively asked in a somewhat uncertain tone, "Have you been following me?"

"Heh, do you think I'm the kind of woman who would do something so pointless?" Catherine asked with a half-smile, a smirk playing on her lips.

Zhang Cheng pondered for a moment, then immediately shook his head slightly: "No, you wouldn't. Given your personality, if you wanted to do something to me, you would have done it when we first met. There's no need to wait until now."

"Smart!" Catherine's eyes flashed with approval. "Actually, I happened to have a date nearby, and when I heard screams coming from here, I rushed over to see what happened. In any case, these streets are under my jurisdiction, and I won't allow a few werewolves to run rampant."

"Your jurisdiction?" Zhang Cheng keenly grasped a key phrase.

Although he has been on this Earth, which is more than 99% similar to it, for a full month, it doesn't mean he understands the rules of how this world works; to be precise, he is not qualified to understand them.

He had no power at that time; he merely observed carefully during his spare time while washing dishes at his part-time job, and then obtained a little bit of information through deduction.

In addition, "Catherine's Kiss" appears to be a restaurant, but it is actually divided into two parts. The part above ground is a place for ordinary people to eat, while the part underground is a gathering place for superpowered people and monsters.

Zhang Cheng had once "luckily" gone inside, but almost became a "snack" for some thirsty female vampire. So ever since then, he has never dared to wander around again. He stays obediently in the kitchen and never takes a step out. After work, he rushes home and locks the doors and windows tightly, otherwise he would probably die a violent death in less than a month.

Catherine, clearly unaware that someone was secretly criticizing her restaurant, smiled smugly and nodded: "Of course! There are twenty-two boroughs in Brooklyn, and each borough has a council-appointed leader. I happen to be one of them, responsible for managing daily affairs and handling all sorts of emergencies, especially those troublemakers. What, as a wizard, you don't even know this?"

parliament?

Divide the area?

Handling daily tasks?

Zhang Cheng instantly realized that these mysterious forces hidden beneath the surface of the water were not a disorganized mess as he had imagined, but rather had formed a complex ruling structure.

But thinking about it, it's not surprising. If there wasn't a powerful force suppressing it, given the speed and keen sense of the "uncrowned kings" of the United States, the television would probably be filled with all sorts of news about supernatural forces and monsters.

After figuring this out, he stroked his chin thoughtfully, and after about two or three minutes, he pretended to be embarrassed and explained, "I'm sorry, I used to live in a remote place. I recently came to America and I don't know what the situation is like here. Also, due to a magical accident a while ago, I was temporarily unable to cast spells, so I didn't have time to ask you for advice."

"Hehe, if I'm not mistaken, the so-called accident you mentioned is probably the accidental teleportation a month ago, right?" As she spoke, Catherine suddenly and without warning extended her right hand, which was wearing a black lace glove, and gently placed it on Zhang Cheng's chest.

Perhaps in many people's eyes, this gesture is very much like a flirtatious hint between men and women.

But Zhang Cheng knew very well that this had nothing to do with provocation at all; on the contrary, it was a blatant threat. If he denied it outright, then the werewolf corpse hanging on the street lamp would probably be the best example.

Out of caution, he did not immediately take any drastic action, but calmly replied, "Yes, I was accidentally teleported to New York. I never expected you to have investigated so thoroughly."

“Of course I need to investigate! Otherwise, why would I protect you? I am a witch, and witches only do what is beneficial to themselves. Now that you have regained your power, I demand that you repay this favor according to the contract of protection.” Catherine didn’t waste any words and directly stated her demands.

"Excuse me, I didn't understand. Could you please explain it in more detail?" Zhang Cheng frowned subconsciously.

He never expected that accepting the other party's protection would come at a price.

"Damn it! You didn't actually run away from some remote place, did you? You've never even heard of a sanctuary contract?" Catherine complained helplessly, rubbing her forehead.

Despite her complaints, she patiently explained, "The Asylum Pact was one of the six fundamental principles declared by Congress in 1862, when the United States was first established. Simply put, when a person or creature is threatened, they can choose to temporarily seek refuge with one side for protection. If they want to leave after the crisis, they must repay with something of equal value. It might be money, it might be treasure, it might be a promise, do you understand?"

"I see. So, what price do you want me to pay?" Zhang Cheng went straight into negotiation mode.

Without a doubt, he dislikes being in debt, especially intangible debts of gratitude, so the sooner he pays them off, the better.

“It’s simple, I want you!” Catherine’s eyes revealed a naked and intense possessiveness.

"Get me? Do you mean I have to pledge my allegiance to you, or do you want me to provide some special services? If it's the former, then I'm sorry, I have no interest in offering my loyalty to anyone. If it's the latter, then I can agree immediately." Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes, exuding a dangerous aura.

As someone accustomed to freedom, he had no intention of becoming anyone's servant, not even a beautiful witch with great power.

However, Catherine didn't seem angry at all. She calmly shrugged and comforted her, "Relax, darling, relax. I think you misunderstood me. I didn't intend for you to become a servant; I just wanted you to register your identity within my jurisdiction. As for special services..."

At this point, she deliberately drew out the word, looked Zhang Cheng up and down at his somewhat thin frame, and finally burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! Sorry, with your stamina, you're probably far from satisfying my desires..."

Chapter 0051 The Witch Catherine (Part 2)

"Register an identity? What good will that do you? Besides, some things can't be judged by appearances alone; you have to try them out to know." Zhang Cheng quickly glanced at the other person's almost perfectly proportioned figure and teased with a double entendre.

Upon learning that the witch did not intend to restrict his personal freedom, he immediately lowered his guard and began to defend his dignity as a man.

After all, any physically and mentally healthy man would not remain indifferent when a woman questions his abilities in a certain area, nor would he admit that he is "incapable".

Catherine smiled and gently shook her right index finger. "No, no, no, you don't understand what I mean, and you don't understand what a witch's desires mean. You know, the last confident guy almost lost his life before even starting foreplay. If you really have the guts, we can try it sometime. Don't worry, I'll try my best to control myself and won't drain you dry. As for the benefits, there are many, of course, but I won't go into too much detail here. Come to the restaurant first thing tomorrow morning, and I'll have Karl give you a detailed explanation."

"Okay, see you tomorrow then." Zhang Cheng was also a bit tired and desperately needed to get back to his apartment for a good night's sleep, so he readily agreed to the other party's arrangement.

In any case, since he wanted to survive in this world, the witch in front of him was indeed a good entry point.

It's better to find someone you know a little better than to take huge risks dealing with complete strangers.

"Goodnight, my little wizard. I hope you have sweet dreams tonight. Oh, and remember, if the police come knocking, don't say anything, just keep quiet. I'll send a lawyer to handle it." With that, Catherine tiptoed and kissed Zhang Cheng's cheek, then turned and crushed the remaining, dying werewolf to death before slowly disappearing into the dark alley.

Feeling the lingering warmth on his face, Zhang Cheng breathed a slight sigh of relief. He turned around, picked up the luggage he had just thrown in the corner, dragged his tired body back to the apartment, and without even taking a shower, crawled into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Just as he drifted off to sleep, the witch returned to her restaurant, or rather, her stronghold.

Carls, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly stepped forward, hung the coat that the hostess had handed him on the hanger, and asked with a smile, "Madam, how did the negotiations go?"

"Yes, quite smoothly. Ramsey has agreed to join forces with us to thoroughly investigate the werewolves in our territory and try to eliminate that bastard who's been causing trouble in the shadows before the council even realizes the problem. Whoever he is or what his ulterior motives are, he's messed with the wrong person this time." Catherine made no attempt to hide her anger and directly sentenced the mastermind to death.

"May the gods have mercy on you, you fool who is your enemy, who has no idea what a terrible mistake he has made." Kars gently stroked the ring engraved with a skull pattern, a bloodthirsty expression appearing on his wrinkled face.

Don't be fooled by the old man's amiable demeanor towards the restaurant's ordinary staff. In reality, he is a witch doctor skilled in curses, and the number of people who have died at his hands is probably not less than one or two hundred.

Catherine, of course, knew just how ruthless her loyal servant could be. Casually kicking off her high heels, she plopped down on the sofa and said in a slightly playful tone, "Don't rush, Karl. I guarantee you'll get enough souls this time. Also, guess who I ran into on my way back?"

"Who?" The old man bent down, picked up the shoes, and carefully placed them in the cabinet.

“It’s Zhang! His true identity is actually a wizard! I saw him manipulate the power of fire and frost, ravaging two werewolves to the point of near death.” After saying that, Catherine picked up her glass, took a small sip of red wine, and lazily put her feet up on the table.

"Oh?! Really? Unbelievable! A wizard has been washing dishes in our kitchen for over half a month!" Kars was clearly shocked, standing there dumbfounded.

Even in a world full of mysterious powers, wizards are a rare and special talent. A wizard washing dishes in a restaurant is basically equivalent to a top university graduate becoming a professional beggar on the street, which would make headlines.

"Hehe, the most interesting part is yet to come. You know what? He claims that he used to live in a remote place and had never even heard of the existence of the council, let alone understood the various rules of the underworld. Simply put, he is a complete novice."

Karls stroked his thick beard and muttered to himself, "A young wizard who knows nothing about our world? This joke isn't funny..."

Catherine smiled noncommittally, tilted her head back, downed the glass of red wine in one gulp, and licked her alluring red lips, saying, "I don't care if he's feigning ignorance or has ulterior motives, as long as he can be of use to me. I believe you are well aware that Councilor Miles's lifespan is coming to an end soon. At that time, the twenty-two lords of Brooklyn will establish a new leader through a war game, so I need manpower, lots and lots of manpower..."

“Understood! I will recruit a powerful army for you and seize the rights that rightfully belong to you.” Karls knelt on one knee and solemnly promised.

“Very good, go and prepare. Once I become the new councilor, you can begin your revenge plan.” Catherine also reassured her loyal servant.

"Thank you for your kindness and generosity! I swear I will help you reach the pinnacle of power!"

“Then let’s join forces and gradually eliminate the obstacles in our path. As for Zhang, I’ll give him a little test to make sure he’s not a spy sent by our opponents.”

As she spoke, a cold glint flashed in Catherine's eyes, as if she were hinting at something.

Karls understood his master's implication perfectly and immediately suggested with a smile, "Madam, I just have an idea. How about we involve him in this operation to exterminate the werewolves?"

"he?"

"Yes! Imagine, normally, if a young wizard who knows nothing is almost killed by werewolves twice, how would he react after finding the mastermind behind it?"

“Interesting. You want to judge whether he is lying by observing his reaction.”

"That's right! Whatever his purpose may be, as long as we are prepared, there's nothing to worry about."

"In that case, go ahead and make the arrangements. He'll be at the restaurant first thing tomorrow morning. With your experience, I'm sure you can handle him without much trouble. Remember, I want to see a living wizard before the War Game ends, understand?"

"As you wish, madam."

……

Chapter 0052 Trouble Comes Knocking

At dawn, as the star known as the Sun slowly rises from the sea, bringing light and heat back to the earth, people living in New York City welcome a brand new day.

Of course, it was an incredibly frustrating day for the police officers responsible for maintaining order in the slums.

Every morning, they receive a ton of calls reporting crimes, some of which involve robbery or burglary, others involve sexual assault that happens all the time, and still others involve shootings or murders.

In short, anything can happen in this region rife with poverty, violence, and crime.

Many experienced detectives have even developed the habit of skipping breakfast, so that they won't be unable to resist vomiting if they see any shocking or explicit content.

Don't think this is a joke. Due to the extreme repression of their lives, many residents harbor a terrifying beast in their hearts. With just a small trigger, they will immediately transform into a deranged killer.

As usual, Clive, munching on a hot dog he'd bought from a roadside stall, pushed open the door to the police station and waved to his partner, greeting him, "Good morning, Elena. So, where are we going this morning?"

As a veteran detective with more than ten years of experience, he had seen all kinds of horrific crime scenes, and his nerves had become much more resilient than the average person. Even when faced with an autopsy, he could still eat without changing his expression.