The Bearing of a God of Magic, the Rise of Dawn City!

William told his subordinates to calm down and strode towards the Divination Shop. Having such a All-Element Archmage in the family was a fool's prey if he didn't make use of him.

clue?

evidence?

Feel sorry.

This is completely unnecessary for William.

Or rather, evidence is unnecessary for many forces; suspicion is enough for some matters.

Evidence is something only the weak need.

William only needs Moxis to catch the perpetrator; he doesn't care about any evidence, just take them down in one fell swoop!

Even if we can't catch them.

He would also choose a particular faction as the target for establishing his authority.

In conclusion

Someone has to take the blame.

It's simply a matter of choosing to be the scapegoat.

For example, when Americans encounter anything they can't investigate, they'll find the terrorists they hate most to take the blame...

Whether you admit it or not, a big, round, black pot will be placed on top of you, and even if it's not you, it will still be you.

at the same time.

A group of highly equipped Professional rode their Dire Wolf swiftly away from the Emerald Grand Duchy and arrived in the territory of Eastsea City.

This group consisted entirely of Professional, with the lowest level being High-Class, and even two of them being Master Tier experts.

Each of them was dressed in a black trench coat, with their faces covered by hoods.

Just after they entered an abandoned Small Town.

Bernard, the Eastsea City Lord, slowly walked out from there.

He looked at the dozen or so men in front of him and said calmly, "How did things go?"

"The method is exactly the same as that of the Bloodshadow Assassins. If the Dawn City Lord had any brains and diligently collected clues, he would know that this was the Bloodshadow Assassins ' doing."

"Very well, these Mana Gemstone are yours!"

"No, no, no, you need to add 30%. We can't say whether we leaked the information or not, but from now on we'll definitely have offended Dawn City."

Eastsea City Lord Bernard sneered, "Take it or leave it. You're just a bunch of Bounty Hunter, really thinking you're Mercenaries. Even if you hadn't provoked Dawn City, you'd still be easy prey for everyone."

"So, the negotiations failed. We're all Vampires. Do you really think that if you become a Neutral Lord, the Human Empire will treat you as one of their own?"

The man leading the group spoke in a cold voice. He reached out and gently stroked the Dire Wolf's head, telling it not to bare its teeth. A wolf that bites should try to appear docile; it can only kill its enemy with a single bite when it matters most.

Bernard narrowed his eyes. These Bounty Hunter before him were Vampires, just like him, and they knew each other's trump cards and strength.

However, their development paths are very different.

The guy in front of me is nicknamed 'Fang'. He not only has a powerful team of Bounty Hunter under his command, but also secretly controls a large Mercenary Group.

Unfortunately, even the largest Mercenary Group cannot, to some extent, match the potential and power of Dawn City, especially given the multinational presence Dawn City has attracted with the support of the Mercenary Guild.

This act of stealing business really angered many Mercenary Group, and even made some small Mercenary Group that were struggling to survive immediately unable to make ends meet.

I almost ended up selling roast duck at a duck shop.

By this time, many Mercenary Group had decided to join forces in rebellion. Otherwise, if Dawn City, this big tiger, really gained a foothold, they would have no choice but to seek refuge elsewhere, and would be left with nothing but cold winds and empty stomachs.

In short.

Dawn City is practically driving them to their doom.

Besides seeking refuge?

What else can they do?

They can't compete with each other for business.

You can't win by sheer power.

Thus, the one who controlled the Mercenary Group's 'fangs' inexplicably accepted the mission from Bernard, the Eastsea City Lord.

But it's clear that even though both men understand each other's backgrounds, Bernard is more unwilling to give up the vast power he already possesses.

Power is not so easily relinquished; the stronger and higher one's status, the less willing one is to give up the power one holds.

In the end, Bernard had no choice but to increase the number of Mana Gemstone again to shut the fool in front of him up.

Fang glanced at the extra boxes of Mana Gemstone, then, without checking them, waved his hand and stored them in his Space Ring before riding off on his Dire Wolf...

But Bernard never knew.

When Fang left, he truly went far away, abandoning even the Fang Mercenary Group he secretly controlled.

Because after completing the assassination mission, a chill kept creeping into his heart.

The feeling was like having your heart in the enemy's hand. Every Professional has this Sixth Sense, but Fang's ability to live for so many years is largely due to his caution and prudence.

He preferred to trust his Sixth Sense and leave this dangerous place as soon as possible, rather than get involved in the war over the Dawn City.

As for why Bernard did that...

Because his informant in Dark City sent out intelligence that the Bloodshadow Assassin Squad had fought Dawn City several times but hadn't gained any advantage, which greatly angered the Bloodshadow Assassin Squad!

Bernard knew that Dark Night City possessed a map, so he naturally wanted to shift the blame, pinning the massacre of Dawn City's Professional on Dark Night City.

It would be best to let the two fight, so he can then take advantage of the situation.

pity.

His plan was brilliant.

But he didn't know that the Osman of Dark Night City had no intention of fighting Dawn City lately.

Because the Old Diviner behind him had warned him.

More importantly...

William didn't bother with the usual methods of gathering clues; instead, he immediately went to find Moxis.

"Fangs? Eastsea City?" William narrowed his eyes. After learning the cause and course of events from Moxis, he gradually shifted his gaze eastward.

"It really was him, cunning and shrewd, it's just a pity he had some bad luck!"

William sneered, "In the multi- Vampires conflict of version 3.0, Bernard is the least advantageous, yet he loves to stir up trouble. He has little strength of his own, but he always tries to fish in troubled waters, wanting to provoke a war between Dawn and Dark City so he can reap the benefits from behind?"

"That's a simple idea." William got up to leave, preparing to launch an offensive against Eastsea City.

As for the 'Fang' Bounty Hunter, they're a bit difficult to catch, we'll talk about them another time.

But Moxis waved his hand, telling him to stay seated.

The Prince a little confused, but he still sat down obediently and asked, "What's wrong?"

Moxis ignored him, took out a Staff, and chanted a spell he couldn't understand.

The City Lord was a little scared. He watched as the Magic continued to enter his body, but no notification appeared in the information box.

I might be being used as a guinea pig...

"But as long as it's not a sacrifice, that's fine." William offered a small consolation. After all, there was no way to resist; they were completely outmatched and no match for him. So they could only silently accept it.

As Moxis continued chanting the incantation, after half an hour, William saw strands of black lines peeling away from his body.

His Prince stared wide-eyed. What was this thing?

When he looked at the message box again, he found that his Luck Value was slowly increasing!

Although it was only a single-digit increase.

Each point can be increased.

That's practically doubled!

2, 3, 4, 5, 6...10.

"Holy crap..."

Just as William was overjoyed...

Half of the black lines floating in the air returned to his body.

As for the other half of the black line, it dissipated in mid-air and vanished completely.

"..." William twitched his lips. His Luck Value was still 1; there was no change.

Moxis frowned, glancing at William with slight disdain. "You have too many curses of misfortune on you. I originally intended to remove all the misfortune from you, but I only managed to remove the curse from the ' Cursed Sword.' As for the curse from the Goddess of Misfortune, I cannot lift it."

William didn't dare to utter a word, and could only silently give a thumbs up. "You're the Archmage, yet you dared to retaliate against the curse of the Goddess of Misfortune. What can I say? You're awesome, boss!"

However, Moxis muttered to himself, "But you were quite good as a test subject, helping me understand the aspects of curses and Luck that I didn't know about Magic."

"This is Magic too?" William's eyes widened.

"It should be considered a type of Magic, but I'm not very good at it."

"Yes, these are the only two types of Magic I'm not good at." Moxis nodded with great certainty, seemingly even feeling ashamed because he didn't know any Magic.

William once again deliberately offered Moxis a Insight.

Moxis the Saint Vein (Legendary)

Occupation: All-Element Archmage.

level:???

Talent:???

Talent: God of Magic's Bearing, able to easily Insight the essence of any type of Magic, possesses the ability to remember any Magic skill after a single glance, increases the speed of learning any Magic by 500%, and reduces the required experience by 80%.

Talent:???

Luck: 1

William had been able to check Moxis's Luck Value a long time ago; the guy's luck stat was clearly 1, but he didn't want to use himself as a guinea pig, so he used him instead.

It's probably because they want to break their own curse.

His Prince knew that Moxis was under a lot of curses. He was currently working on breaking the curse that sealed his power, and he was probably about to finish. Now he had started researching the Magic of ' Luck ' and 'misfortune'.

But today he finally witnessed one of Moxis's god-like Talent.

The God of Magic's Bearing...

"My god, if this were given to a Player, wouldn't their leveling speed be off the charts?"

A 500% increase in cultivation speed means five times the experience gained, which is more powerful than any Double Experience Pill. And this is permanent, with no cooldown.

"Reducing the required experience by 80% means that the experience required for any magic-based profession and Skill will only be 20%. No wonder Director Mo became Archmage in his twenties and is still so strong." William twitched his lips.

But this is just the tip of the Ice Mountain regarding Moxis!

The God of Magic's Bearing did not increase his combat power; it only reduced his training time and difficulty.

It's entirely conceivable.

The other Talent that Moxis possesses will greatly enhance his combat power.

This situation further convinced William that Moxis must be the reincarnation of some Deity.

Because almost every NPC who is a reincarnation of Deity is incredibly powerful.

For example.

Thunder God.

Fire God.

War God...

These beings, who were once the Main God, have all been resurrected in the Fourth Era.

William stood up; he stopped thinking about any so-called Deity and decided to wage a full-scale war.

The war against Eastsea City.

He needs to do it within a month!

Conquer all of Eastsea City's territory and hang the head of Eastsea City Lord Bernard on the city wall!

He wanted to send a warning to other forces.

The rise of Dawn City is unstoppable.

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