I'm the Mysterious Leader of the Salvation Organization

Chapter 62,Part 1: The Incompetence of the Demon Hunt Agency (1)

Chapter 62: The Incompetence of the Demon Hunt Agency (1)

Inside the detached villa, there is a basement floor.

A rather tasteful dark brown study, with few furnishings but all of them exquisite. Some of the items displayed in the cabinets near the walls are even rare objects from beyond the mortal world, each of which is undoubtedly of considerable value.

Seated on a wooden chair in the depths of the study, there was a slender and tall young man donning a black suit, with black hair and grey eyes.

"Dark-Eyed" Weasley.

Not only was he extremely handsome in appearance, but he also had a noble and elegant temperament that surpassed ordinary people. He was born with an aura of aloofness that fascinated most girls.

In his fair hands was a glass goblet, containing a slightly swaying crimson liquid emitting a faint scent of tart fruit. It was a vintage grape wine brewed by the high-elven family.

It's not necessarily delicious, but the nobles of the Euro League generally seem to enjoy this stuff.

But Weasley actually had another more important identity, which is the direct heir of the prestigious Weasley family in "The Euro League", another kingdom of Noah.

The reason why it's called the Eruo League is because it's comprised of many countries united under the banner of the "united alliance of diverse races".

The human nobility is rare among these different races, and the Weasley family is the oldest among the human nobility.

"Finally, I'm going home."

He muttered to himself and took a sip of wine.

In the Euro League where extraordinary powers unite, there is no need for concealment, as his own identity is highly noble, and not at all like the current situation where he must live in constant fear and obscurity, unable to see the light of day.

Weasley is getting tired of living in Tatsumi City!

"I hope that guy can give me a satisfactory answer, otherwise..."

Weasley squinted his eyes, with only one objective in mind for his long journey across the ocean to this city.

It is the search for the legendary family treasure, the 'Book of Concealment'.

Weasley spent a lot of effort controlling a large number of black wizard apprentices to search for clues to the "Book of Concealment" in this city for many years, but he was never able to find anything.Until just one month ago, Mr. "Mystery" suddenly appeared in the villa.

He took the initiative to bring clues about the 'Book of Concealment'!

"Weasley, I have come to discuss a transaction with you."

The Dark Sorcerer's Apprentice can be found everywhere inside and outside the courtyard. Some are still alive, but most have died thoroughly.

It's difficult to hold back, as they have all been commanded by Weasley, to 'protect this place', and unless they are severely injured, they will try their best to fight to the death.

Although it is certain death to confront the aggressive and insane Night Watchers head-on, disobeying the orders of the Lord will result in an immediate explosion of the head, leading to an even more tragic demise.

Oh, by the way, Night Watchers don't usually like to hold back.

They are an organization that kills people, not saves them.

Lin Bian stepped into the first-floor hall of the villa holding a large caliber silver pistol and laughed maniacally.

"Weasley, your alarm method has become outdated and useless. It has not gone off even once until now. I advise you to surrender and give up immediately."

"Not surrendering is of course better. It gives me a reason to blow up your head!"

Although he said otherwise, Lin Bian knew that the other party must have already noticed them.

Upon the first demise of the Dark Sorcerer's Apprentice, Weasley had already discerned all that had transpired.

But he definitely hasn't escaped from this area yet, because a ritual has been placed around it to prevent the use of magic to escape, which cannot be broken in a short period of time.

Thirty minutes, the Night Watchers probably have about thirty minutes left to deal with him!

There was no response or sound for the whole time.

Lin Bian closed his eyes, knowing in his heart that one thing was certain...the other person had already spotted him.

The black wizard lurked in the shadows, attempting to shift away.

A calm and steady voice resonated lingeringly.

"Black Magic: Phantom Shadows."

The shadows around the villa began to move as if they were alive, rising from every wall and floor in a pervasive, overwhelming manner, accompanied by a deep sense of sorrow.

"Black Magic: Hunting Dog."

The living shadow kept undulating, as if they had substance and facial features, gradually transforming into countless hideous and terrifying dogs that surrounded in the hundreds and thousands.

Faced with this scene akin to a black tidal wave, Lin Bian found himself unable to contain his laughter.

The man was filled with great joy and contentment.

"Your rebellion is meaningful and admirable, allowing me to openly and confidently remove your head."

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