Chapter Seven, The Unfortunate Fire Mage

The villagers chanted: "I am Erlang Shen!"

Dong Yang nodded slightly, remaining silent

A middle-aged man dressed in a red robe stood behind Ivan; he was the magical advisor assigned to Viscount Ivan by the Ministry of Public Security, a mid-level fire mage. Human mages are exceedingly rare, making them high-end military resources for the Empire, regardless of their level. Local institutions are not qualified to possess mages; instead, they are uniformly assigned and distributed by the state, with mages dispatched to important departments in various regions.

I, the psychic mage Achilles, challenge you to a duel, unless you eat my boots!" Dong Yang threw down his last glove, having been inspired by seeing Xiao Bei and Todd throw theirs, and he joined in the fun on a whim. All eyes present involuntarily glanced at the old leather boots on Dong Yang's feet

Dong Yang is in a very good mood

Dong Yang chuckled, a hint of embarrassment in his eyes: "This prisoner, well, he suddenly escaped last night." In fact, the real Slip was standing right behind him

Dong Yang said: "I am Erlang Shen"

Amidst the collapse of the water tower and the chaotic squeals of the sow, the magical advisor finally discerned that three soft gloves lay before him.

Victoria and Beckham, upon realizing that the bloodthirsty zombies and the evil spirits within the crystal ball had transformed into Dong Yang's power, reached an extremely shocking conclusion: this yellow-skinned lad actually possesses the talent for soul devouring

Regarding the matter of blood fusion and the signing of a contract, Beckham quickly provided an answer: One of his bloodthirsty zombies had a blood contract physique in life, and unfortunately, due to his low talent and lack of understanding in utilizing it, he only signed a snow wolf as a magical pet. After killing him, Slip refined him into a zombie, and Dong Yang 'devoured' his soul power while also acquiring his physical abilities.

The fire mage standing behind Ivan let out a cold laugh, mocking Dong Yang in a tone filled with disdain: "Oh? So, Master Achilles, I have heard that dark elves are quite promiscuous. When she was rescuing her companions, did she..." The fire mage felt quite displeased; he had been dragged out of the bed of a pair of twin sisters by the chief of security and had endured a bumpy journey for half the night to arrive at Ma Ti, only to find that he seemed to have been played for a fool.

Unexpectedly, before he could finish his words, everything suddenly went dark, dark again, and then dark once more

"My Lord the Viscount!" Todd struck his chest heavily with his hand, first performing a standard knightly salute before continuing, "The necromancer has indeed escaped! He was rescued by his accomplice, a powerful dark elf! Lord Achilles has been greatly exhausted from battling the necromancer during the day, so..."

The villagers were taken aback, looking at each other in confusion, their expressions blank. After a while, they all began to laugh and said, "Then... then you are, you are, but we are not."

Before noon, a thunderous sound of hooves shattered the tranquility of the mountain village once again. Todd's immediate superior, the Security Chief of the Sunset Mountain Range in the Northwest Administrative Province of the Empire, Viscount Ivan, personally led a team to Ma Ti Village. Whether it was the capture of Slip or the emergence of powerful mentalists and book mages, both were events significant enough to shake the entire nation. Upon receiving Todd's confidential report, Lord Ivan immediately rushed over with his guard.

As the scroll shattered, three dazzling fireballs shot out, swirling and crashing about. Amidst the villagers' screams, they struck two pigpens and a water tower. The scroll contained only a low-level fireball spell, which, while limited in power, excelled in its rapid casting without the need for incantation

Ah, it is regrettable that none of you have inherited the gifts of the Great Prophet

The little neurotic sat in the yard, gnashing his teeth while contemplating the An Ding Hospital, secretly making a resolution and arriving at a decision that would change the course of history on the continent: he wanted to gain power! He wanted to confront the Wu Family Kiln, far away in the solar system!

I, a follower of Lord Achilles and a mid-level wind mage, David Beckham, challenge you to a duel, unless you kneel and kiss Lord Achilles' boots, begging for his forgiveness for your disrespectful words The first glove was thrown by Beckham, who did not take the insult to Lord Achilles too seriously, but this unfortunate mage, while insulting Dong Yang, brought up the dark elf, so he will not be wronged when he gets beaten later

Lord Ivan is an old man, and his career had seemingly reached a dead end. He originally hoped to retire peacefully, relying on the wealth he had accumulated over the years and the generous pension from the empire after retirement, which would be sufficient to sustain a luxurious and prosperous old age. Unexpectedly, a small mountain village, whose name he could hardly recall, ultimately brought him a stroke of great fortune.

Dong Yang secretly laughed: We Earthlings, each and every one of us, have this constitution!

Is someone throwing gloves at themselves? Is someone challenging themselves to a duel?

The fire mage leaned close to Ivan's ear and softly said, "My lord the Viscount, this yellow-skinned lad shows no elemental fluctuations; he is certainly not a mage. The pretty boy behind him does exhibit some traces of magic, but his level is likely not very high, at most a novice mage." The pretty boy refers to the necromancer Xiao Bei standing behind Dong Yang.

Viscount Ivan forced a smile, nodded to Dong Yang as a form of greeting, and said cheerfully: "Achilles, I saw in Todd's report that you captured the imperial wanted criminal, the necromancer Slirp, and that you used the long-lost mentalism secret arts."

Under Todd's recommendation, Dong Yang soon met this spirited bald old man. Dong Yang instinctively frowned, as all four vice presidents of the An Ding Hospital were bald old men.

I, Todd, the Copper Crown Knight and follower of Lord Achilles, challenge you to a duel, unless you clean Lord Achilles' boots! Lord Todd now greatly regrets that he threw his gloves a moment too late, allowing that detestable necromancer to steal the spotlight. As for whether he is a match for a fire mage, he does not care much; with Lord Achilles by his side, he is certain he will not suffer any losses

Old Ivan's smile suddenly froze on his aged face. After a moment, he let out a heavy grunt and turned to the standing and solemn Todd, saying: "Knight Todd, please provide me with an explanation!"

Yesterday, the little neurotic mistook the dark elf for a security guard from Wujiayao, which caused him significant psychological stress. In his mind, Wujiayao is an incredibly evil place endowed with limitless power. The appearance of the dark elf reminded Dong Yang that even though he had escaped to the other end of the universe, the malevolent Wujiayao would never let him go. The only way for him to resist Wujiayao is to possess power. Now, he has a fairly strong magical pet and a powerful dark mage ally who cannot be exposed to light. This is his foundation for opposing Wujiayao.

When Viscount Ivan saw Dong Yang, he was slightly taken aback and cast a discontented glance at Todd. In the confidential report, Todd had portrayed Achilles as possessing boundless magical power. Ivan had assumed he was a middle-aged wizard, but to his surprise, he found that he was actually a young man with yellow skin. Aside from his bright eyes, Ivan could not discern any remarkable features on Dong Yang's face.

Achoo! The former director of Tianjin Anding Hospital suddenly sneezed, and a layer of goosebumps rose all over his body. Puzzled, he murmured to himself, "Who is talking about me?"

Old Ivan's smile now held a touch of brilliance. Regardless of whether this yellow-skinned, black-eyed young man was a psychic mage, the mere achievement of capturing the necromancer, if substantiated, would be sufficient for him to request commendation from the Imperial Security Department: "Good! Indeed, heroes emerge from youth! Now, Mr. Achilles, please take us to see the prisoner at once"

The fire mage, believing he was suddenly ambushed, let out a cry of surprise and, without a moment to think, pulled a scroll from his arms and threw it out aimlessly

Dong Yang rolled his eyes: "There is only one Erlang Shen!"

As for the Lich Master, when he gently removed a layer of his human skin mask, an excessively pale yet exceptionally handsome face instantly dispelled the eerie atmosphere. For convenience in addressing them, Dong Yang gave his "magical pet" and its followers two names that are notorious throughout the Razorblade Continent: Victoria and Beckham

Lord Achilles generously agreed to the villagers' request, and the test began

What surprised Dong Yang was his "magical pet," the dark elf Hamlet, who is a shadow assassin proficient in shadow magic. When she is by his side, she can conceal herself within the shadows, and apart from other top experts in shadow magic, no one can detect her

Indeed, this constitution does not allow for a contract to be formed simply through blood mingling. The contract arising from this constitution possesses a uniqueness; although the ability can be inherited, the inheritor can only utilize such an ability once in their lifetime. In other words, Victoria is the sole victim. Henceforth, no matter how much Dong Yang's blood mingles with others', even if they each collect a basin and mix it together, it will be of no use

This day was quite calm, the only noteworthy event being that many villagers had learned that Achilles was the "Great Prophet". They all gathered at Dongyang's doorstep, hoping that Dongyang would assess whether they possessed the potential to be great prophets, for if it is a talent, then it is something that everyone might possess.

Dong Yang had not slept all night, but his strong mental fortitude left him with no trace of fatigue. The villagers were completely unaware of what had transpired the previous night