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"Yes, sir, we'll get out of here right away."

The crisis was averted, but no one else sensed any power of the mystical magic. Except for Ms. Hoffman, who relied on her intuition to judge that Wan Qi had used some kind of mystical magic, everyone else thought that Wan Qi had used his status to drive the other party away.

In a short drama, this would be a wicked smile, signifying that the three-year period has come to an end.

But Ms. Hoffman wasn't the only intelligent person present at the time; her silence didn't mean the other person wouldn't say something.

A portly, bureaucratic-looking man carrying a cane approached and said, "Young man, may I see your certificate for using mystical arts?"

"You get out too!"

"Yes, I'll leave right away."

Clearly, this meddlesome official received the same treatment as the guards and was being driven away at full speed.

Wanqi has always been very fair in terms of fairness.

But Ms. Hoffmann couldn't hold back any longer and quickly reminded him, "Mr. Vanchie, that's a staff member from the Vienna branch of the foundation. We need to contact him."

“I see, I understand.” Wan Qi gave an OK sign, then shouted at the middle-aged bureaucrat who was busy rolling around, “Get back here!”

Ms. Hoffman put her hand to her forehead. She noticed Marcus's curious gaze and felt a deep despair about her future career.

In less than a minute, the foundation's dignity and authority were completely destroyed, just like Cao Mao, who was killed in the street by the Sima family.

Section 86: I Miss You, Love Comes from Virtin

(Another 10,000-word update today! Requesting monthly votes and comments (**3*))

Karl, head of the Vienna branch of the St. Louis Foundation, is also a local bureaucrat.

This is evident from the tone of the other party's conversation with Hoffman. Hoffman clearly doesn't want this bureaucrat to have too much contact with Wan Qi, because Wan Qi obviously dislikes this kind of nonsense-driven, work-secondary thing, yet his own strength is so great that no one can subdue him. So the question arises: if the completely unaware Karl accidentally says something wrong, causing Wan Qi to unleash his fury, is there anyone present who can stop him? Will Wan Qi have to pay any price after killing Karl? What ability does the Foundation have to retaliate or punish Wan Qi?

Clearly, all three questions point to the worst-case scenario: the foundation "can't do anything."

Insulting foundation officials and killing them in the street are two different things, and Ms. Hoffman would certainly try her best to avoid the worst-case scenario.

“Marcus, please keep Lord Vanchi company for a while. We have something to discuss here.”

“Yes, teacher.” Marcus nodded, then looked at Wan Qi with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. “Excuse me, Your Excellency Wan Qi, may I…”

"Of course, please sit down."

“Sorry to bother you!” Marcus was overjoyed.

"It's getting late, I should head back."

Kacania smiled and prepared to get up and leave, but Vanzie noticed that she was clearly wary of Marcus.

After all, the St. Love Foundation is the official organization that "manages" mystics, and in this day and age, the management of mystics by various countries can't be said to be proficient in human nature, but it is at least inhumane. Ilyich had already talked about the current situation when he was chatting with Vanchi before, and Kacania's life circumstances also destined her to lack trust in such organizations.

“Miss Isolde, let me take you back,” Kacania said to Isolde.

After all, her brother is also a member of the Demon Circle organization, so Kacania will definitely take care of Isolde.

“Read it? Well… alright, Lord Wanqi, please accept this.” Isolde handed over an invitation and said, “You are welcome to visit anytime.”

"I will."

After Kacania and Isolde left, Vanzie said to Ilyich, "Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, still here. Is your place far from here?"

"Please rest assured, sir, I will arrive on time. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Only Wanqi and Marcus remained at the scene. Wanqi gestured for the waiter next to him to come over.

"Two servings of Sachertorte, and some juice."

"Okay sir, please wait a moment."

Marcus looked around nervously, unsure of what to do with his hands.

"Don't be nervous, have some dessert, and get some rest. It'll be good for the work ahead. By the way, Marcus, how old are you?"

“Talk about me? I’m 17 years old.”

“Very good, evidence of the St. Love Foundation employing child labor +1.”

"Read, read, read! No... that's not how it is... I... sob."

As Marcus spoke, he began to pull his scarf over his mouth and pulled his hat down completely.

Virtue also had the habit of pulling down the brim of her hat, but that was to hide her emotional fluctuations. Marcus's was more purely for the sake of being thin-skinned.

"Sir, here is what you ordered."

The arrival of the waiter perfectly eased Marcus's tension, and the Sachertorte, which she hailed as a "national treasure," instantly brought a smile to her face.

"Here, here you go."

Wanqi only ordered a glass of juice and gave both pieces of cake to Marcus.

"Read! Lord Wan Qi, aren't you going to eat?"

"I just ate, this is all for you, have a taste."

"thank you! "

Marcus would have hesitated a little about how to eat a single piece of Sachertorte, but now he has two pieces.

So Marcus asked, "May I save a piece for the teacher?"

"That wouldn't be fresh. You eat first, and we can order another piece when your teacher arrives."

"This... isn't cheap, is it?"

"I don't really feel anything. At worst, I can just ask the local branch of the foundation to split the cost; they'll be happy to reimburse me."

Whether they like it or not, Wan Qi will make them "voluntarily" agree; otherwise, it would be like the Austro-Hungarian royal family willingly contributing their own treasury.

"Heavy rain": I just watched silently.

After finishing the dessert, Marcus's mood visibly improved. At this moment, Wan Qi asked, "Marcus, did you just use some kind of mystical magic to examine me?"

"Ah! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Seeing that Marcus was about to hide half his face back in his scarf, Wan Qi said with a smile, "To be honest, you're pretty brave. Most people wouldn't dare to be as brave as you."

"Hmm?" Marcus looked at Wan Qi in confusion.

"Reconnaissance shielding and information counterattack. Any reconnaissance against me will be countered by these two spells. Most mages will cast these two spells on themselves. It's normal that you don't know this habit since you're not from a professional background."

"A magician, also a mystic?" Marcus asked curiously.

"To be precise, one of the career paths for a mystic is to become a magician. To give you a simple example, like this."

Wan Qi blinked, and in an instant, Marcus felt himself being pulled into a special space. When he opened his eyes again, all he could see was white.

"here it is? "

"This is a mental space I temporarily created." Wan Qi stood in front of Marcus, snapped his fingers, and then a table, chairs, and snacks appeared between the two of them. If it weren't for the white space around them, it would have been indistinguishable from the real thing.

She recalled her previous memories, and something seemed to flash across Wan Qi's eyes.

"Is this an illusion?" Marcus pinched himself, and then tears welled up in his eyes from the pain.

"This is the effect of the Magic Eye, a magical cultivation technique that works on the eyes, similar to your 'reading'. However, your reading-related mystical arts are more of a talent, so you must also have a better talent in the area of ​​five sense magic."

"Five senses magic?"

“Hearing, touch, smell, taste, and sight—these are the five senses. By specifically strengthening these five senses through special magical training, one can achieve truly wondrous effects. For example, the Magic Eye allows one to directly perceive the flow of elements, the movements of enemies, and to gather information about their surroundings more quickly.” As he spoke, Wan Qi pointed to his head and said, “However, the training of sensory magic ultimately requires the user to possess a powerful brain, because the information gathered by these senses ultimately needs to be processed by the brain. If the user’s brain cannot keep up with the speed of information gathering, it is easy for perception to surpass thought, which can lead to very bad situations.”

This is a terrible situation that Wan Qi couldn't easily explain to Marcus. In the simplest case, the sensitivity increases threefold.

It doesn't even need the exaggerated amount of anime content; just three times that amount is enough. A gust of wind can instantly send you to bliss, but your brain can't react at all because the information overload forces your brain into a completely instinctive state, leaving your subjective consciousness almost blank.

So the idea that someone's head is empty after being "fucked" is no lie.

"You mean my 'reading' is also a form of sensory magic?"

"Brilliant!" Wan Qi snapped his fingers and continued, "Your 'reading' is actually an outward extension of your brain's mental power. Its characteristic is information gathering. In other words, your senses act as radar in this process, while your brain collects and organizes this information. As long as you conduct targeted training, you can enhance your mystical arts."

However, the principle behind the output is definitely the same as that of magic. This is the direction that mystical arts, which are "knowing what but not why", will develop in. At least in Wanqi, this direction still has great potential and future.

"Aren't these subject to restrictions based on bloodline purity?"

The power of mysticism comes from the bloodline of the mystic. The purity of bloodline determines many things. Although there are some ways to change it, there is no universal method. This is why mysticism is difficult to replicate and is so diverse.

Even the knowledge taught at the First Line of Defense Academy is only taught within a framework of the greatest common denominator. Its core educational philosophy is the classic "the master leads you in, but development depends on the individual." Even members of the same family have subtle differences in their mystical arts, and these differences can be fatal in the field of mystic arts. This is why every mystic must find their own path.

In contrast, before a mage reaches the third rank, their learning system is relatively fixed. Even if there are differences between individuals, the actual magical effects will only differ in intensity, endurance, and reaction. There won't be a situation where someone else casts a fireball while you cast an ultrasonic wave.

However, in the realm of mysticism, it is quite normal for the same starting point to produce completely opposite results after being performed by different people.

In addition, the mystical system itself is unstable in this state, and emotions, as the fuel that stimulates mysticism, can easily give people the illusion that mystics are easily triggered.

In reality, most mystics aren't that crazy, but it is, after all, a supernatural power. Killing ordinary people is still quite easy. It only needs to happen once or twice in public, and then the human instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm will choose to stay away from all mystics. After all, laws and regulations can remove the weapons from my body, but mystics themselves are bombs, and ordinary people really don't dare to gamble on this danger.

"The so-called purity of bloodline at most determines which direction of talent you have, but it will not affect your future development."

"So, my 'reading' can be learned?"

"Yes, to be precise, your ceiling is very high, but others can approach your level through their own continuous efforts. Some exceptionally talented players may even surpass you, after all, human beings themselves have infinite possibilities."

“Why are you telling me all this?” Marcus asked, vaguely guessing at the reasons, but not quite sure.

"Because your talent is very suitable. Of course, suitability is one thing, and whether or not to get in touch is another. We Aurora people still value fate. If you are interested, you can contact me at any time."

The next second, Marcus found herself back in reality from that mental space, and Wan Qi handed her something that looked like a train ticket.

"If you want to find me, just tear up this ticket."

That's right, Wan Qi is recruiting people for Si Chen's team. After all, this isn't a nurturing game where you just spend money and spin the spinning wheel, and the characters that appear will be devoted to you. Sincerity and benefits are both important, especially when you start building your own team.

The Si Chen team will eventually have to go out on its own, and Wan Qi must prepare for that day.

"Okay, thank you!"

Marcus put the ticket away.

This is a good start.

Just then, Ms. Hoffman walked over; Karl from the branch office had already left.

The plot takes a dramatic turn here. Originally, Hoffman and Marcus met Karl and then went to the Secessionist House. After that, there were stories about Hoffman and Semmelweis, Marcus and Kacania and Heinrich, and there were also many major plot developments in Verdin on the Golden Island. In short, a lot of things happened in a very short period of time.

However, although Karl was late, he happened to run into Hoffman and Marcus, who had just met Isolde and Kacania. The only one who was missing was Heinrich of the Reconstruction Hand.

Great, the next stage goal has emerged, we can make contact with it, but I don't know how big the gap will be between the plot and the actual situation.

"Have you finished discussing matters between adults?" Wan Qi asked with a smile.

“We are just a group of ordinary people busy with our beliefs and work. Please understand our predicament, Your Excellency Wan Qi.”

Ms. Hoffman was practically saying, "You monster, stay away from my student." Of course, she would never say such a thing openly, and Ms. Hoffman wasn't doing it for herself; she was genuinely worried about Marcus getting into trouble.

At the Foundation headquarters at this time, joining the Si Chen Squad was tantamount to "betraying" the Foundation, but in return, one would receive protection from the Si Chen Squad, with Wan Qi's power being the best guarantee.

But the real world isn't a simple binary choice. There are also intermediate states like "made contact but didn't join," "very curious even without contact," "thinking about making contact but not taking action," and "taking action but not joining." For an organization like the St. Love Foundation, the loyalty of headquarters personnel is crucial. Loyalty that isn't absolute is absolutely disloyal. Marcus clearly hasn't joined the Sichen Squad yet and doesn't receive their protection. So, if he makes contact now, the foundation's elders might misunderstand him as having "defected," which would be troublesome. They can't deal with Wan Qi, but that doesn't mean they can't deal with Marcus.

At that time, her protection as a teacher would only seem very weak and ridiculous, unless she could also be like Wan Qi, who could blow up the foundation headquarters at the drop of a hat and threaten everyone with the power to destroy the course of history and bring the "storm" on the same day.

"I understand. After all, outstanding students are a very small minority for everyone. So I won't bother you any longer. See you again sometime."

After saying goodbye to Marcus and Hoffman, Vanchi vanished instantly, and no one knew where he went.

Before leaving, Wan Qi thoughtfully ordered a premium set meal from the pastry shop for the two of them. After paying, he had to go about his own business—collecting soul fragments.

That would be a good thing to make him stay longer, and in a city with a large population, there are many who have passed away.

Finding Heinrich is also one of the goals, but this goal is not too difficult, so we can do it together.

In the pastry shop, Hoffman and Marcus were surrounded by delicious pastries. Even a passerby could tell that the two of them wouldn't need to eat lunch or dinner that day.

Hoffman sighed, "Eat it, it's their kindness."

"yes! "

Marcus forked a small piece of cake and put it in his mouth; this must be what heavenly sweetness feels like.

"Did he say anything to you?" Hoffman asked at this moment.

"Your Excellency Wanqi is a very learned man when it comes to magic and mysticism."

Hoffman paused for a moment, then said earnestly, "Marcus, at least for now, you should focus on doing what you're supposed to do, becoming an investigator recognized by headquarters, and securing your own future."