Versatile Mage

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

“Something has been bothering me for a while. Is the glowing vein on your wrist some kind of rare ability?” the old man asked Lu Kun.

Lu Kun glanced at his wrist and noticed the glowing vein had dimmed suddenly.

His expression sank as he stared at the mountains to the north in shock.

“Who dares touch my belongings!?” Lu Kun was enraged, and his eyes turned bloodshot.

He was behaving like a calm businessman just a moment ago, but his entire body turned blood-red, as if something terrifying was about to burst out of his flesh!

It gave the old man a fright. He had noticed the glowing vein for some time, but he had never had the chance to ask what it was until now.

“Someone is going after my fruit!” Lu Kun snarled with a twisted expression. His face seemed to have developed a few different layers.

A few different faces took turns surfacing. They were twisted with anger and hatred.

“The red fruit at Prison Mountain? You have nurtured it for three years…” the old man did not dare finish the sentence. He asked, “Could it be the Hunters?”

“I don’t care who it is. He’s going to regret he was born in the first place!”

“Has it finally begun, my master?” the old man licked his lips with a sinister expression.

“Go and keep him there. I’ll be there soon,” Lu Kun ordered him.

“That’s fine, but you won’t mind if I cross the line a little to replenish my strength, right?” the old man asked.

Lu Kun acknowledged the request with silence.

The old man’s eyes glittered. He could finally take human blood freely!

Even if the Hunters were involved, they were merely asking for their deaths, trying to go against a powerful creature like Lu Kun.

A dark red cape appeared behind the old man out of nowhere. The cape immediately split into two.

The old man’s backbone suddenly erupted from his body and merged with the cape that had split into two.

The spinal column and ribs extended like a pair of wings!

The wings grew out instantly. There was still blood and ooze on them, like an insect that had broken out of its cocoon in fast motion.

The old man took off into the air and told Lu Kun, “Perhaps I’ll have already taken care of the thief before you arrive!”

The dark red wings beat rapidly, with outstanding flexibility. The old man flew across the sky like a mysterious bat, glowing eerily.

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At Lehuo Town, the clear night sky was shrouded by a thin mist, blurring the moonlight. Even the street lamps were having difficulty lighting up the streets.

There was no sign of pedestrians on the streets. Most people were already fast asleep at this hour, except for the factories still operating in Prison Mountain.

Mo Fan had no intention of overstaying his welcome. He knew something was coming when he picked up a strange scent in the air.

He walked down the street and saw an old man approaching him.

The old man was wearing a fine tuxedo with a dark red cape draped over his shoulders. A street lamp was right above him, but it failed to project the old man’s shadow.

“Mo Fan, take a closer look at the mist,” Lingling whispered.

Mo Fan looked around and noticed faint airflows that looked like tiny red strings. One end was extending to the old man’s nose, the other end connected to the nearby buildings.

“Mo Fan, the balconies…” Lingling pointed at the buildings.

The residents who were supposed to be fast asleep had woken up. They were standing on the balconies, the roofs, and close to the windows with their eyes closed, like they were still asleep.

The red strings of air were being drawn from their eyes, noses, and ears.

More red threads appeared in the mist. The old man was greedily drinking down the blood of the sleepwalking residents, like several thousand tubes were connected to him.

Mo Fan stared at the old man in astonishment. He was clearly a member of the Blood Tribe.

The Blood Tribe Mo Fan knew only dared to sneak around in dark alleyways and climb into someone’s room through the windows after they were put to sleep. Most members of the Blood Tribe did not dare harm a human, as it might expose them.

The Magic City had many members of the Blood Tribe, but the Hunters often turned a blind eye because the Blood Tribe members were no longer behaving like savage creatures. They drank human blood without taking lives.

The Blood Tribe would also refrain from drinking blood from the same person twice in the same month, so they would not harm the person.

However, the old man standing in front of Mo Fan was powerful enough to put the residents of the town into a sleepwalking state while drinking their blood from several streets away.

“He’s an elder of the Blood Tribe,” Lingling judged.

“What do you mean?”

“It means he’s been around for at least a thousand years. He’s among the first batch of the Blood Tribe… similar to Bola,” Lingling clarified.

“Oh, are those people going to be fine?” Mo Fan asked, worried for them.

“For now, but if he keeps drinking their blood, they are all going to die. He’s using their blood to strengthen himself. You must defeat him as soon as possible, or he will gradually become stronger,” Lingling warned him.

Mo Fan nodded.

“Tsk tsk…” the old man chuckled eerily. He stared at Mo Fan and sniffed his scent.

“What fresh and flourishing blood, the blood of a young and powerful Mage like you is supposed to be part of a delicate collection in my cellar. The blood of these mundanes doesn’t really fit my tastes as a high-level member of the Blood Tribe. I seriously wonder why the younger generation is willing to live like street rats, just to drink blood that tastes like piss,” the old man began speaking.

“I’m the Duke of Syam, born in 1029 and died in…”

Mo Fan was already charging at Duke of Syam before he could finish introducing himself.

Mo Fan rammed into Duke of Syam like a lightning tank. Electrical arcs crackled along the street as the collision sent the Duke of Syam flying into a car park full of abandoned cars, smashing several rusted trucks to pieces.

The spare parts of the trucks scattered in the air. The lightning arcs ignited huge sparks in the air.

The Duke of Syam was enraged. He climbed to his feet and took a deep breath from the blood strings being drawn to him.

The blood of the residents was still flowing into his nose even after he was knocked flying by Mo Fan!

“Don’t you feel ashamed not knowing whose hands you are soon going to die at!?” the Duke of Syam snarled at him.