Versatile Mage

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Asha’ruiya had informers across the world. Mo Fan was not surprised she knew about the tragedy in Dubai.

Zu Huanyao was representing both a country and the Magic Association. It was unlikely Mo Fan would get any reliable information from him. The man could only guide him along the right track.

Mo Fan would have to fight out the truth himself!

However, the information Asha’ruiya could provide him with was different. She had always given him the most reliable and straightforward information.

It was exactly what Mo Fan needed! She had shown up at the perfect time…

“Come with me. I know the people who have what you are looking for, if you trust me,” Asha’ruiya told him.

Asha’ruiya was already leading the way. She did not wait for Mo Fan’s answer, already confident that Mo Fan would go with her.

Mo Fan asked the Wind Gauze Inferior Dragon to roam freely about the city before he left with Asha’ruiya.

They both had the Shadow Element and excelled at using it. They wove through the outskirts of Dubai City like two elves playing around in the shadows as they danced in the cool breeze.

They soon came upon several golden tents. Several creatures that resembled huge elephants and camels were lying close to them, and a group of people was sitting around a campfire. They were drinking booze while cracking dirty jokes.

Mo Fan counted seven of them.

“Do you see the ornaments on their waists? I’m pretty sure you know what they are,” Asha’ruiya pointed out for him.

Mo Fan had noticed the ornaments. He snuck around like a ghost and approached a man with a bandanna.

He curled his thumb like a short dagger, emitting a dark aura. He softly touched the man’s neck with his finger.

“Leader!”

The other six immediately rose to their feet and stared at Mo Fan who had come out of the shadows behind the bandanna-man in surprise.

Mo Fan looked at them. At the same time, six wisps of dark aura split out of his body and turned into silhouettes that resembled Mo Fan, but who did not have a face.

The six shadows followed Mo Fan’s movements and pointed their thumbs at each of the men’s throats.

“Where is your president?” Mo Fan demanded coldly.

“There’s no need to ask them. I know where he is,” Asha’ruiya stated.

The seven men’s throats were slit open promptly, their fresh blood spraying out toward the campfire in their midst like fountains. The flames swayed slightly and burned vigorously.

The seven men fell to the ground simultaneously. There was no sign of struggle, but each of their faces was frozen in surprise and shock at their deaths.

The seven knights of the Guild of the Wicked were strong enough to be in charge of a small city, but they had all died in an instant.

“That was… very decisive of you. Aren’t you worried you might alert the enemy?” Asha’ruiya could see Mo Fan was in a bad mood, yet she still wore a faint smile.

Asha’ruiya had witnessed a lot of killing, and was able to remain perfectly calm while being surrounded by dead bodies. Every member in the Guild of the Wicked was detestable and had earned their fate. They either preyed on the weak in America or murdered people and burned down places in Europe.

“Is the Guild of the Wicked behind everything?” Mo Fan asked her.

“Of course not. Every extreme action has a reason behind it, whether it’s self-interest or revenge. The Guild of the Wicked has no ties with the scholars, but they were the perfect candidates to do the dirty job,” Asha’ruiya answered.

Mo Fan nodded.

They had found the murder weapon. They could easily track down the murderer through it!

—

Things were a lot simpler since Asha’ruiya knew where to find the president of the Guild of the Wicked.

They continued forward. Mo Fan soon noticed many more golden tents.

If he was not mistaken, everyone in the tents was a member of the Guild of the Wicked, as they all carried Guild ornaments that symbolized their identities.

It seemed like the whole incident had happened very quickly. Even the mastermind behind it was not fully prepared. He was using the Guild of the Wicked to distract them and clean up the scene, but they were leaving a lot of clues behind at the same time.

Asha’ruiya told Mo Fan he would find the answers he was looking for by following the trail left by the Guild of the Wicked.

Mo Fan did not show any mercy. He killed every member of the Guild of the Wicked he stumbled into.

He was driven by rage, and needed a way to vent his anger. The people of the Guild of the Wicked had asked for it!

——

Mo Fan soon saw a herd of Camel Elephants camped in some old ruins. They were used for carrying resources, water, wine, food, fruits, rugs, and beautiful women.

It seemed like the Guild of the Wicked was planning to hide in the desert for some time!

“This old relay station belongs to the Guild of the Wicked. They have been robbing travelers and kidnapping their families for ransom. Someone in power is protecting them, so the righteous organizations never have the chance to uproot them,” Asha’ruiya supplied helpfully.

“So it doesn’t matter if I kill them all, right? Are there innocent people among them?” Mo Fan asked.

“The members of the Guild of the Wicked all wear an ornament. It’s their pride and a symbol to intimidate others. You can execute them as you please. I’m not a fan of killing, so I’ll wait for you over there,” Asha’ruiya blinked at Mo Fan.

Mo Fan had a strong desire for blood, and was not in the mood to flirt with Asha’ruiya. Asha’ruiya pouted her lips when Mo Fan stayed as cold as an ice cube. She took out a pear and began slicing it into small bites with a fruit knife.

Darkness loomed over the place. Mo Fan’s Dark Material rolled like waves and instantly devoured the whole area.

The old relay station was dragged into a deep abyss by a devil in the desert. Every living human was forced to play a game of how many seconds they could survive with the devil.

Not a single cry was heard as the whole relay station was shrouded in a dark mist. It was as if the old building was drowned in a mysterious black liquid from afar. It stayed eerily quiet.

—

Asha’ruiya placed one leg atop the other in an alluring posture.

She had just finished slicing the pear when Mo Fan walked out of the darkness. She gently handed the pear to Mo Fan and said, “Try it, it must be sweet since I’ve cut it for you.”

Mo Fan received the pear and took a bite out of it. It was indeed very sweet.

“Are they all dead?” Asha’ruiya asked him.

“I’ve kept one alive. I’ll let you handle the interrogation,” Mo Fan answered.

“How can you ask a Saintess to do something so terrible?” Asha’ruiya grumbled.

“That guy is a little tough,” Mo Fan replied, while eating the pear. It was his turn to sit on the chair.

“I like tough guys!” Asha’ruiya immediately rose to her feet.

Mo Fan shook his head helplessly. Women!

Her eyes were giving off an enthusiastic glow, even though she had said no!