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California, where it basically never rains, was also sunny at this moment.
Jack stopped his beloved SUV in the parking lot of Saman University, then looked at the scenery with a hint of disgust. "As expected, no matter how good those politicians sound, this so-called 'greening' money still ended up in their own pockets."
He slowly walked across the campus, surrounded by buildings, and couldn't help but lightly sigh. Although the greenery here was extremely lush, for him, who had been enjoying leisure in the countryside a few months ago, it was still overly annoying. But, it didn't matter. After all, he had his own mission here. As a mage and a partisan of justice, he was not to be disrespected.
Yes, he was a mage. Even if his talent as a mage required considerable effort for even the most basic magic, he had, after all, broken free from the ordinary. Whether a mage, a sorcerer, or a witch, they were all existences far beyond ordinary people. Even the weakest among them, with the help of magic and sorcery, would absolutely not be a match for those long-trained individuals. After all, that was power beyond common sense, an absolute, insurmountable chasm.
Moments later, this man slowly walked through the buildings and arrived in front of the teaching building of the School of Humanities. It was a large building wrapped in a glass curtain wall. The specially treated glass only faintly reflected a trace of soft light, neither dazzling nor eye-catching, but it still made him feel a hint of displeasure.
"Damn it, why is it so difficult to be a partner of justice!" he lamented, slowly rubbing his abdomen. Just yesterday, it had been pierced by a bullet. If it weren't for the help of sorcery, he would have probably died in that pitch-black hole long ago. He still felt a hint of pain, even though it had been treated with magic. However, because the person who treated him was not an old hand at magical healing, the extent of recovery was still somewhat lacking.
Even though the wound had disappeared without a trace and the internal bleeding had stopped, the torn flesh still needed to slowly recover. However, this was already the limit for that person. To be able to do this much already pushed him to his limits. Even a penetrating wound that might not recover for several months was completely healed in just a few minutes with the help of magic. And this was still a relatively low-level of magic. If those high-level mages were to cast it, even a huge wound would probably recover in just an instant.
Thinking of these things, this fellow finally arrived at the place with towering bookshelves, almost endless. It was a research building named 'Department of Foreign Languages', and also a place where those so-called erudites flaunted their knowledge. However, his purpose was not to discuss changes in language or regional influences with those scholars. His purpose was magic, rituals, sorcery, the true secrets of this world. Even the "God of Disobedience" and the "Scourge God."
Just a few days ago, the Scourge God named 'John Perus' used the authority of the 'Bullet Mage' to completely resolve and unseal his own divinity. As the ancestral god of 'Disobedient Leviathan' or 'Disobedient Serpent', he comforted Angela.
At this moment, there was no one on the corridor. Even the students or professors who were visible everywhere were absent. He guessed that fellow, the one he was about to visit, had opened a mesmerizing barrier.
But, it didn't matter. Jack lightly knocked on the solid wooden door. The thick sound made him involuntarily frown.
Moments later.
"Jack, was your injury last night alright? Your complexion doesn't look very good." That was a renowned researcher in the study of legends, an old man, but a black man with a sturdy and calm demeanor.
He lightly opened a side refrigerator and, with an incomparably warm tone, asked Jack, who sat on the sofa without hesitation. "So, wine or drink? A precious item from Spain that I just acquired two days ago. Would you like a glass?"
Those words carried a hint of temptation, but the tone was truly like an old professor's, carrying wisdom and warmth. However, he wasn't. He was a mysterious existence far beyond ordinary people, named a mage.
Of course, ordinary mages, no matter how kind, were not truly evil, but their hands would inevitably be stained with fresh blood. However, he was different. He was called a 'Mage of Benevolence,' but in the mage profession, he was an incredibly good person.
Not to mention harming innocent lives. This old man, as an assistant to the Scourge God John Perus, appeared in Los Angeles, and even all corners of America, guarding peace and tranquility for the common people.
"No, forget the drinks. Do you have any brandy?"
He asked this without a hint of politeness. No, perhaps this was how it should be. It was simply because he 'possessed the potential of a mage', so he was drawn into being a partner of justice, and moreover, he suffered heavy injuries. Any complaint would be reasonable.
"My gunshot wound hasn't recovered yet. It seems my magic foundation is truly too poor."
Johmper poured him a glass of high-proof brandy and gently placed it on the coffee table in front of him. "No, compared to this, what about John? And the corpse of the ancestral god Angela, have you found it?" He asked this anxiously, a hint of doubt in his voice.
Indeed, after John defeated Angela with his 'Bullet Mage', he found no trace of her. This kind of ancestral god, even if she died, could revive. What's more, she was in an unknown state now.
"No, no matter how much we searched, we couldn't find her corpse. Not even a trace of the serpent's remains was left. Now, the entire police force of Los Angeles has been dispatched, but it's still useless." Johmper said indifferently, but his words were filled with composure.
"At the very least, her strength will suffer a great loss this time. She is definitely not John's match. Even if she doesn't die, it doesn't matter. With her wisdom as an ancestral god, she won't easily show herself. It's most important to completely resolve those so-called evil mages now."
The old man said this, his words carrying a hint of coldness. Indeed, those so-called evil mages were all stained with the blood of innocent people.
Just then, a faint knocking sound came from the door. Johmper slowly rose from the soft sofa. "I guess John's here. Wait a moment!" Saying this, he opened the door.
It was a man with a sturdy and handsome face, seemingly incomparably robust. And no, it wasn't Annie! Johmper quickly mobilized the magic on his body, then coldly asked.
"This is the school's private office building for professors. How did you get in!" However, the response to his deliberately challenging words was unhurried and composed.
"Your humble servant, Paul Blunt, specifically came to visit Mr. Johmper!"
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