Chapter 263: Vengeful Spirit, Hell, Succubus Transformation

West End, bar.

The streets of Lundan were filled with fog late at night, and the street lights and vehicle lights on both sides of the road were blurred in the fog, making everything vaguely visible.

When walking around, you can only see close-up views, but cannot clearly see the pedestrians and buildings in the distance.

This fog is like a barrier, giving travelers at night a sense of isolation and loneliness.

Lundam is a very big concept, and not every corner is filled with fog. For example, Nelundam in the central district is the political, cultural, and economic center and a paradise for the powerful. The fog there is relatively thin and the lights are bright and feasting every night. It is famous

The city that never sleeps.

Another example is the affluent West District and North District, where the fog is not as exaggerated as to make one unable to reach out, and the nightlife is equally rich and colorful.

The Eastern District, where the working class is concentrated, is more miserable in the Southern District. It is covered in thick fog and has almost no nightlife. Workers have learned to go to bed early and get up early. After one day of work, there is still another day.

The fog in Lundan cannot be eliminated, but it can be suppressed by magic barriers. Because it is too expensive, only the wealthy Central District, West District, and North District are allowed to enjoy nightlife.

Don't even think about the East and South Districts. If you don't have money to pay taxes, what kind of nightlife do you want? Sleep well and recharge your energy. The next day, you will be a cow and a horse. How can you expect to suck blood!

In addition, there are certain risks when going out at night, perhaps from black magicians or monsters derived from the fog. Newspapers often publish news about people being killed or missing at night.

During that time last year, several technicians were killed late at night, and rumors of the Ripper's resurrection became more and more intense...

Getting back to business, the old gentleman in a black suit opened the door to the private room on the second floor of the bar and placed the civility stick next to the chair.

He took off his suit jacket, gentleman's hat and wig, revealing a stiff, greasy beard and a sloppy white coat.

Planck.

Opposite, Wayne had been waiting with his legs crossed for a long time, and his secretary Mona stood behind the boss.

"Wayne, you are looking more and more like Auston." Plank joked.

From his clothes and hairstyle to his temperament and demeanor, plus the standard beautiful secretary, Wayne is a younger version of Alston. No wonder rumors are spreading that the two are biological father and son. They are so similar that it is understandable.

Planck knew it wasn't true, but he couldn't help but doubt it.

Because it was Auston who was famous for being cunning and cunning, he boldly assumed that Auston sent Wayne out of the house on the day he was born, secretly groomed him, and then called him back home under the name of his wife's student, so that Wayne could officially become his son-in-law.

Become the heir to the family.

Looking into the reason, it is simply to ensure that there are successors in the family, so as to prevent the eldest son from getting involved in various disputes prematurely and dying before he reaches adulthood.

Good idea!

The more Planck thought about it, the more reliable it seemed to him. It was something Austen could do. The only problem was the combination of brother and sister.

Considering the obscene ethos of the upper class, there seems to be nothing wrong with it. As long as Auston brings out previous successful cases, in the name of retro, he can barely get over this situation.

So, they are really father and son!

"Dean Planck, my intuition tells me that you are thinking of something very offensive."

"No, I compliment you on how similar you and Auston are."

"That's so offensive."

Wayne rolled his eyes. As expected of a legendary mage, he cursed people when he entered the door, and even cursed him so unpleasantly.

"Wayne, although you are very similar to Auston, you still lack one thing..." Plank took out the ancient silver coin in his arms and started playing with it with a smile.

He knew that Wayne would definitely come to find him.

Wayne did not hide anything and said frankly that he wanted ancient silver coins. Meditation alone could not satisfy his need for elemental fellows. He wanted ancient silver coins because he wanted to make progress too much.

Plank looked matter-of-fact and placed the ancient silver coin on the table. Mona took the ancient silver coin and handed it to Wayne's hand.

Wayne held the ancient silver coins and rolled them up quickly, looking more like Auston.

"Wayne, when are you going to start learning about dark beliefs? What about death, have you considered it?" Plank asked directly.

Calculating the time, it's almost time to start.

"I still have to think about it..."

"Don't think about it, I brought everything."

Plank shook his head, waved his hand and took out two black boxes: "The young man today, no, it should be said that he is worthy of being the son of Auston. He is patient enough and calm. In this game, I lost to you in the patience competition."

The two boxes were filled with faith teaching materials, not only darkness, but also death, which were enough for Wayne to cope with the Silver Cross stage. Plank admitted that Wayne's patience was better than his own. He took the initiative to admit defeat and spoke first, took two steps back, and advised

Wayne, don't gamble with your future.

A free mage focuses on reality and interests, and the desire to win or lose can sometimes be put aside.

Suffering a loss is a blessing. You must consider the overall situation and don't always want to win.

Otherwise, if you win now and lose the future, there is no regret medicine in the world.

Planck said a lot. As the loser who took the initiative to speak, he directly handed over the faith teaching materials and was not qualified to ask for conditions.

Mona took the two black suitcases, and Wayne looked through them a few times to make sure they were correct before leaving.

"Wait a minute, I have one more thing."

Plank asked curiously: "Oston suddenly became interested in the Forgotten Ones and asked me for a few patients. Do you know why? What is he studying?"

"The Forgotten?!"

Wayne frowned: "What is there to study about mental patients? Their thinking is confused."

Wayne expressed ignorance. This was the first time he heard that the nonchalant look didn't seem staged. Plank couldn't fault it, so he had to leave it at that.

"Wayne, when do you think you can become a Golden Mage?"

"It's coming soon, it shouldn't take long." Wayne shrugged. He didn't calculate the specific time, but he estimated it would be within three to five months.

"So fast?" Planck frowned.

"To tell you the truth, I have been exposed to darkness and death before. Due to resource and environmental constraints, the knowledge I can find is very limited." Wayne pointed to the two suitcases. There is no problem now.

Planck nodded and expressed his expectations for that day.

When the deal was over, Planck put on his disguise and left first.

Ten minutes later, Mona stuffed her suitcase into the car, got into the driver's seat, and arrived at a library in the West End according to the address provided by Wayne.

The geographical location is slightly remote, with few pedestrians at night and not busy during the day.

This private library is divided into three floors. It is usually not open to the public. It was originally owned by a nobleman and was used to enrich the learned persona.

Due to the financial difficulties of her family, she was forced to sell the character of the cultural figure. After Megan purchased it, she put it under Wayne's name, and the subsequent related matters were handed over to Mona.

Mona opened the back door and entered the library, leading Wayne to the office on the third floor. Next to the huge desk, there was a wardrobe that stood out. When she opened the secret door, there was something else inside.

Generally speaking, this kind of secret door is set up in the office of the company boss, who works overtime to avoid the yellow-faced woman on the pretext of work, and then has a tryst with the secretary here.

Mona explained the correct way to open the secret room and waited for Wayne to speak.

“Definitely next time!”

Wayne patted his butt and took out the half-finished Philosopher's Stone from his arms, sinking his thoughts into it and finding the core position.

Ouch!

The Book of Greed swallowed up what the legendary mage had learned all his life. It spat back a lot of repeated content, saying that the taste was average, that there was no shadow nightmare, and that the Twilight Desperate Realm was delicious.

Also, when are you going to eat the sun, Moon Knight’s weapon?

Wayne ignored it. The book of greed had been cultivated, and his appetite became more and more picky. Unlike him, he would accept it when he saw something good, and would never be greedy when it was enough.

Wayne embedded the half-finished Philosopher's Stone according to the magic array diagram provided by Senna, opening a secret passage to ensure that the library office is connected to the Hidden Mist Forest.

The Hidden Mist Forest has been transformed by Wayne and Senna. The huge forest is divided into three areas. Nature, darkness, and death are filled with three divine powers, and they do not interfere with each other.

The centenary golden mountain was repeatedly excavated by the young Wayne, and a lot of wool was harvested. A large amount of magic materials were sent to the Hidden Mist Forest, and three large manors with completely different styles were repaired.

It can be understood as a collective apartment for fourteen vengeful spirits.

Wayne arranged the library according to the steps required by Senna, and directed Mona to work for most of the night. When he stopped, he noticed that the design of the library + secret space was very similar to that of the Moonlight Church branch headquarters.

"So, those two places are also half-finished Philosopher's Stones?"

Wayne raised his eyebrows, thinking about the possibility, and waved his hand to open the transmission channel, allowing the fourteen vengeful spirits to enter and exit freely.

The door opened to the office, not to the secret room further inside.

Soon, the fourteen vengeful spirits of Yingying Yanyan came out.

Seeing fourteen young and beautiful beauties with her own eyes, and hearing them calling Wayne their master, Mona felt uncomfortable all over, as if she was a swan shot by an arrow, and she froze in place with a hum.

Mona:()

Boss, can your body bear it?

Sensing Mona's displeasure, Wayne spread his hands and felt helpless.

Another one of our own who misunderstood him deeply. Let me say it for the last time, he is really not a pervert.

At least not this time.

His original intention to save the candidate's resentful soul was just out of compassion, and he couldn't put a gun to his head repeatedly just because he was kind and honest.
To be continued...