Stinky Warlocks, Get Out of Stephenson!

"What? They don't want to disembark?"

At the Stephenson Sands Airport dock, the bald mage leading the group looked rather grim. He wore a deep red robe, with a badge engraved with a six-pointed star and arcane light pinned to his chest.

In Stephenson, this is a symbol of the School of Shaping.

"Damn White Tower Iron Guard, they actually tried to sabotage and delay Ansu Li's life-long happiness!"

The bald mage hardened his expression and coldly ordered, "Who were the people who prevented the Queen's Ship from landing?"

"Resign them all!"

"Send the signal again from the Queen's Ship ... never mind, I'll go and visit them in person, that way I'll show my sincerity."

A commotion broke out in the Dock District, and soon, under the custody of a group of monks in red robes, many staff members were taken away for investigation.

This situation naturally caught the attention of some people.

Inside the towering white pagoda.

"Damn it! Roger, a mere lowly Eighth Leaf cultivator, dares to challenge you!"

"Our people didn't do anything special, they just let those disgusting sorcerers stay on the spaceship for a few more hours, and they were punished for it!"

A sharp voice rang out, expressing indignation on behalf of its master.

He was a waiter dressed in bright colors, his face covered with thick powder, his makeup exquisite, no less than that of a woman.

"The likes of the Eight Leaves certainly wouldn't dare to challenge me."

The mage, seated on the pale stone chair, still had half his face shrouded in shadow. His voice was erratic, and a strange tremor emanated from his skin. "What surprises me is their stubbornness. They don't give me any face at all. It seems they're determined to curry favor with that woman..."

The brightly dressed waiter shrieked indignantly, "In terms of seniority and merit, how could that Ansu Li possibly be any better than Launs? She's just relying on a few Demigod Artifact..."

Snap!

An invisible slap landed on the waiter's face, sending him flying. Blood splattered onto the marble floor, a gruesome and bloody sight.

"It seems you really like this eunuch; you should save his life even if it means doing so."

A crisp sound rang out in the hall.

The monk, Launs, blinked, a half-smile on his face, "I was just teaching him the respect he deserved from a monk."

Good evening, Ms. Ansu Li.

"It has been a long time since you condescended to visit my White Tower, since Babeila, one of the three heroes, disappeared."

Ansu Li gracefully emerged from the void, her eyes clear and bright like sapphires. She casually surveyed her surroundings:

"I don't like crows, and I don't like your pathetic, kidney-deficient appearance either."

The waiter, lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance, was carried away by several crows.

"I hate this kind of joke." The sorcerer Launs frowned. "I know I'm no longer a mortal. The ** are nothing but fleeting clouds to me."

"Those who have the courage to cut off their genitals are certainly not ordinary people." Ansu Li raised an eyebrow. "But that doesn't mean you'll never have a penis again."

Launs' tone gradually hardened. "Did you come here today to mock my choice?"

"Those who have read the Scroll of Destiny should understand that this is the price of knowing the future."

"Furthermore, in the not-too-distant future, I will inevitably advance to become an excellent lich, so I might as well not have this thing."

Ansu Li smiled and said, "Then I've come at just the right time."

Launs frowned. "What?"

"I don't want anyone to undermine the agreement I and Luo Mang drew up, especially someone of your level. Isn't it a bit presumptuous of you to interfere in such trivial matters?"

"Or perhaps you disagree?"

Ansu Li gracefully toyed with the lace pom-pom on her sleeve, her tone flat and indifferent.

Launs remained silent.

"Good that you have no objections. Honestly, if it weren't for the fact that Stephenson's future requires a Grand Lich, and Babeila is nowhere to be found, I would have kicked you out long ago. So today, before you become Grand Lich, beating you up seems like an interesting option." Ansu Li's eyes swept over Launs.

Sweat began to bead on Launs' forehead.

"Forget it, don't let me find out about any more similar trouble. At the very least, as the heir, you shouldn't interfere with the will of the Council of Elders."

Ansu Li walked away with a smile:

"By the way, as a former friend, I'd like to give you some advice: the things in the Scroll of Destiny are not to be trusted, and may even bring you disaster."

Launs remained silent for a long time, until Ansu Li was about to leave, when he finally spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Then let me give you a piece of advice: if I remember correctly, you are the one who has studied the Scroll of Destiny the most and the most deeply."

Ansu Li's departing figure remained frozen for a moment, then she smiled indifferently and left.

In the shadows, Launs snapped his fingers, and the crows carried out the unharmed waiter.

His face was no longer made up, and he looked rather ugly.

"See that? That's power."

"In terms of seniority and experience, she is far inferior to me."

"But why is Stephenson in charge now? Because I can't beat her, it's that simple."

Launs said calmly, "Of course, that doesn't mean this matter is over. It's not convenient for me to personally interfere with the will of the Council of Elders, but others can. Do you understand what I mean?"

"The Centennial Ceremony of the Protection School needs a mentor. Would you mind going to help?"

The waiter nodded and withdrew.

The entire Stephenson was rife with undercurrents.

However, Xu Nan, who was dealing with the bald sorcerer Roger, was completely unaware of this.

It took him a long time to politely decline the bald-headed sorcerer's insistence, and he regretted not buying more hangover remedies for these sorcerers who were using public funds for food, drink, and travel.

As for Stephenson, he is currently unaware of how many people have lost their jobs or how many are tempted to take them because of his words.

It wasn't until the second day, when he was welcomed by the bald wizard Roger and led the delegation from Lost Paradise off the spaceship and checked into Stephenson's famous Great Coast Hotel, that he realized what was going on.

The hospitality received by the people in Lost Paradise was absolutely top-notch. All kinds of supplies were readily available, and the rooms they stayed in were super comfortable, even featuring an automatic rain shower system—a luxury even for Stephenson.

After all, Magic Carpet Flow 009 was originally positioned as a high-end luxury item.

The midday banquet was also of the highest standard, the kind of hospitality Stephenson would give to his best allies, according to Roger's rules. Apart from Xu Nan, who was pondering what the tricks were, the other warlocks ate and drank to their hearts' content, seemingly without a care in the world.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Roger. I think we can discuss the details this afternoon..."

Xu Nan wiped the grease from the corner of her mouth with a napkin, eager to get to work.

After all, he has quite a few things to do on Earth these past few days. He needs to settle the negotiations with Stephenson as soon as possible so he can go back and handle various other matters!

However, Roger's attitude seemed rather strange.

"No rush, no rush... This is your first time in Stephenson, and negotiations can't be done overnight. Let me first show you the seven major sights of Stephenson. This afternoon, we'll visit the Hall of Wisdom of the Eight Generations. In the evening, you can go see the aurora borealis. Tomorrow, we'll take a hot air balloon ride around the city, and then visit the working area of our School of Shaping..."

Roger rattled off a long list of projects, basically having his way with Stephenson, and was just short of having a legitimate reason to treat him to a "big sword" package.

This guy arranged many things, but never mentioned the details of the signing and negotiation of the White Paper.

Xu Nan sensed something was amiss and asked the rest of the delegation:

What do you think?

Xu Nan regretted saying it as soon as it left her mouth.

"I think it's great!" Book Elder Sister Luna cheered excitedly. "I've heard that Stephenson's Hot Spring are amazing, and I even brought a lot of swimsuits! But I heard that the security situation in Stephenson's area isn't very good lately, with a lot of perverts peeping at the Hot Spring! Mr. Xu Nan, should I wear this swimsuit, this one, or this one?"

She pulled out three or five brightly colored swimsuits from somewhere, almost trying them on right there.

"Excuse me, but I've heard that Stephenson has a solo hot air balloon project. May I try it?" The slightly chubby sorcerer asked expectantly.

"We think the Hot Spring are so-so. Let's just play Hearthstone next to the Hot Spring. We definitely won't peep." Several warlocks, pretending to be engrossed in the game but clearly with ulterior motives, said in unison.

Xu Nan had a terrible headache. If she had known these people were unreliable, wouldn't it have been a waste to ask them?

Roger's face broke into a chrysanthemum-like smile.

At that moment, a furious shout suddenly rang out outside the hotel, "Get out of Stephenson, you stinking sorcerer!"

Everyone looked at Roger, Roger snapped his fingers, and a Soundproof Barrier instantly formed. At the same time, two burly male mages in red robes silently walked out.

"Everyone, take a break first. We'll start today's project later."

Roger gestured for a moment to excuse himself.

Xu Nan had an idea and pretended to go to the restroom to follow them out.

What I found was astonishing: a large crowd had gathered outside to protest, and some of the signs were quite jarring, with slogans like "Strike" and "Fight to the end." The most eye-catching one, however, was "Get out of Stephenson, you stinking sorcerer!"

He saw Roger walk towards the group and begin casting a spell to forcibly drive them away.

It is worth mentioning that Roger was one of the Stephenson Eight Leaves, the leader of the School of Shaping, and a member of the Council of Elders Lower House.

Although he has not yet passed on the throne, he has been a quasi-passionate for many years, and he only needs an opportunity to break through to the next level.

When a big shot of this caliber makes a move, those troublemakers naturally have no choice but to run away with their tails between their legs.

However, a few die-hards were captured by the red-robed mages, and it is unknown what will happen to them afterward.

Xu Nan frowned and ran back to tell her Elder Sister Luna about it.

"Is Mr. Xu Nan suspecting that we are the target of their protest?"

Xu Nan counted the change.

Luna asked in surprise, "Why would you have such a strange idea?"

"I just smelled myself, and I smell quite nice. What does that have to do with the stench?"

"You smell quite nice."

"Don't worry, they're definitely not with us!"

Xu Nan rubbed her temples; her head was throbbing badly.

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