Mages Are Too OP Chapter 698 - Unexpected Green Light

Chapter 698 Unexpected Green Light

Now that the soundproof barrier was established, Johnson knew that n.o.body would come no matter how loudly he were to shout. Johnson slowly retreated and, looking at Dorothy who writhed and screamed on the floor, said, “Mr. Roland, can you spare her? We’re just n.o.bodies. We didn’t do everything out of our own will.”

Roland sat down and said, “She’s fine. She was only counterattacked when she tried to control me with her talent. She’s not blinded and will recover soon.”

Johnson was relieved.

“You seem concerned about her?” Roland looked at Dorothy who was still rolling on the floor.

Johnson waved her hand. “Not exactly. I simply sympathize with her for her harrowing past. She had finally settled down, until she p.i.s.sed you off again.”

Roland didn’t consider it a big deal.

He couldn’t believe everything that his enemy said. Everybody could pretend to be miserable.

“If you know that I’m Roland, and that I was coming, you should know what whoever behind you wants to do to me.”

Johnson raised his hands and said with a bitter smile, “Of course. If you want to know, I can tell you everything.”

“You’re giving up already? Are you going to give me false intelligence?”.

“Absolutely not. Our masters have said that if you find us, we’d better speak the truth if we don’t want to die.”

Roland looked even weirder. “Your masters encouraged you to sell them out?”

“Our masters said that you could search the soul and the memory, so lying to you would be pointless.”

“That’s true. Then you can talk.” Roland made a gesture and let him talk. “Why do you want to kill me?”

“I don’t want to kill you; it’s my masters who want to do that,” said Johnson in frustration. “They said that you’re the most talented Mage among the Golden Sons, and that if they kill you and get your body, they might be able to find out how you grew so fast and why you’re so strong.” Heh!

They wanted his body, not to capture him alive.

Was it truly related to the doings of the liches?

“How do you usually contact your masters?” asked Roland.

“It’s a one-way communication. They always come to me.” Johnson shook his head and said, “Also, I don’t know what they look like, because they wear white wolf masks every time they come.”

Well, they were exactly the people who a.s.sailed him earlier.

“I was told that you were looking for great poisoners. Was that their order too?”

“The masters have ordered me to kill you, but it was my own decision to look for poisoners!” said Johnson. “The masters are very powerful. I was told that they had a lot of subordinates just like me in many cities. I’m just one of their p.a.w.ns.”

They were so good?

Roland stood up and gently kicked Dorothy who was still rolling and screaming. “Stop acting. I know you’re not in pain anymore.”

He could sense her mental waves clearly.

Although he couldn’t read her mind, it was very easy for him to determine her emotional and physical status.

Dorothy stood up awkwardly. Her eyes were red and swollen as if she had pinkeye.

Roland stared at Johnson. “Do you have a human organ store? You cut the organs of human beings, and even kids?”

Human organs could be transplanted.

In particular, thanks to the magic power in this world, even ordinary people had much healthier bodies than earthlings.

So, if their organs were cut out and iced, the organs could be preserved for a long time. If a Priest or a Mage “healed” the organs every ten hours, they could even be kept alive in the ice for months.

Looking at Roland’s expressionless face, Johnson suddenly remembered something. His face became frightened and twisted.

Cold sweat quickly popped up on his body. He quickly fell to his knees, his facial muscles twisted by fear. “Mr. Roland, please spare me. I will never do that business again.”

Dorothy looked at Johnson in surprise. She didn’t understand why Johnson suddenly became so scared.

But Johnson knew it very well.

When Roland asked him about the human organs, he suddenly remembered that most Golden Sons were upholders of justice. They usually dealt with villains in one way: death!

Johnson’s teeth were chattering. “I really want to start anew.”

“It seems that there are really kids in your store.”

Roland sighed and performed the alignment test on them.

That was truly a humiliating spell, but humiliation was their last concern at this moment. Roland simply wanted to make sure that he didn’t kill the wrong person.

As he expected… A red glow appeared above Johnson’s head, so red that it was almost purple.

“Goodbye.” Roland laid his right hand on Johnson’s head.

A Thunder Palm burst out.

He wasn’t really adept at the spell, but it was still enough for him to deal with an ordinary person.

Johnson’s body trembled and fell to the floor several seconds later.

Although his limbs twitched now and then, his brains had been boiled.

Such a death wasn’t painful, because the brain couldn’t sense pain. Besides, Roland’s spell was very powerful and Johnson had lost consciousness a moment earlier.

Looking at the lifeless Johnson on the ground, Dorothy covered her mouth and tried to retreat.

She thought that she would be dead for sure too.

But she dared not scream, fearing that she might infuriate this devil, which would deprive her of her slim chance of survival.

Roland, however, exclaimed in surprise, because he found a green circle of light above Dorothy’s head.

It was quite vague, but still green nonetheless.

“You didn’t partic.i.p.ate in Johnson’s human organ business?” Dorothy quickly shook her head.

“What’s your relations.h.i.+p with Johnson?”

“Forest Fawns is covered by his gang. I receive guests in this place. If anyone particularly strong comes, I’ll deliver a message to him.” Dorothy sounded like she was almost crying. “I’ve never hurt anyone. I heard that they sold human organs, but I’ve never been involved.”

“You’ve done some good things?”

“I give some coppers to the beggars in the city now and then.”

That explained a lot… No wonder her halo was bright green. Roland heaved a sign. “Then I won’t kill you. Do you know where Johnson’s human organ store is?”

“No, I don’t.”

Roland frowned.

Seeing that, Dorothy quickly shouted, “But I know someone who does.”

“Tell me.”

“There’s a man named Jakang on the first floor. He’s responsible for collecting the protection fees as Johnson’s trusted subordinate. He must know where the human organ store is.”

Roland nodded and then gently touched Dorothy’s forehead. She immediately pa.s.sed out.

It was a simple hypnosis spell.

Even an official Mage couldn’t have resisted it, not to mention Dorothy.

Roland went downstairs. The people here had no idea what happened up above and were still busy having fun.

Roland saw three men who had obviously different vibes. They seemed more brutal and eyed other people in a weirdly condescending way.

Walking to them, Roland asked, “Which of you is Jakang?” Roland had taken off his mask, but he was still wearing a Rogue’s robe. Such dress was actually quite common in the underworld.

The man in the middle, who was the slimmest and c.o.c.kiest, stood out and said, “I am. Who are you?”

Roland performed an alignment test.

All of them were red.

But the other two were only brightly red, while Jakang was deeply so. He wasn’t as evil as Johnson, but still much more so than his companions.

Roland coldly snapped his fingers, and two Hands of Magic appeared and dragged the man out.

His two partners were too horrified to move.

They dared not p.i.s.s off the honorable Mages.

“Who are you?” Jakang’s face turned blue because of fear. “I’ve never wronged you, sir.”

Ordinary people dared not challenge the Mages, who were even more terrifying than the n.o.bles.

n.o.body said anything when they watched Jakang to be taken away.

The guests were only here for fun. There was no need to fight with a Mage. Besides, was a gangster really worth defending?

Dropping the man next to the road, Roland said casually, “Tell me, where is Johnson’s human organ store?”

“Sir, I really can’t say, or Boss Johnson will kill me.” Johnson stood up and trembled like a rabbit.

Roland yawned and said, “It doesn’t matter. Johnson won’t do anything to you, because he’s already dead.”

Jakang was stunned for a moment, but he quickly fell on his knees and kowtowed. “Mr. Mage, I know where it is! I’ll take you there immediately!”

“Wait!” Roland suddenly thought of something. “You wait here. There’s something I need to do. I’ll be back soon.”

Roland tossed a magic spider down.

He had expanded the size of the magic spider. It was green and transparent, like a piece of gla.s.s.

The spider climbed to Jakang’s shoulder along his pants.

Jakang was even more frightened. He stared at the spider as if it were the most dreadful pest, but he dared not move at all.

Roland snapped his fingers and left with Teleportation.

Jakang stood next to the road, s.h.i.+vering in the cold wind like a poor bird. Many people pa.s.sed by, including some of his acquaintances, but they all walked away upon seeing the fist-sized green spider on his shoulder without even daring to greet him.

Twenty minutes later, Roland returned.

At this moment, a pool of liquid could be found under Jakang’s body.

It wasn’t just his urine, but also his cold sweat.

“Okay, we can go now,” Roland said to Jakang with a smile. “Be quick about it. I’m not a patient man.”

“Yes, Mr. Mage.”

They zigzagged in the city and Roland almost lost his way, when they finally reached a highly remote place.

Inside the small forest here was a large, rickety house.