The Vastness of Magi Chapter 230 - 230 4 Treasure Storage

??Chapter 230: Chapter 4: Treasure Storage

Chapter 230: Chapter 4: Treasure Storage

As three black shadows slowly infused into the body of the mysterious mage who was still desperately struggling, everyone finally caught their breath. The two Dark Knights were almost ready to sit down on the ground, their recent combined strike having nearly drained them of all their energy. The Puppet Mage, with a sowhat pale face, showed obvious signs of weariness, and the triple Dark Binding also took a toll on Rebry. Kor’s “Heavenly Thunder Punishnt,” though considered high-grade Thunder Magic, was less draining compared to the others. At this point, the only one who seed unaffected was the thin and dry mage Newman, who stared at everyone with a baffled look, not knowing why the battle had started. He had been fully focused on unlocking a secret door when hostilities broke out, and he didn’t even know who had attacked whom first.

Looking at the mysterious mage with a gaze full of indignant defiance mixed with a hint of disgust, the Puppet Mage couldn’t restrain himself and desired to tear off the veil covering her face. “Mr. Mihailovich, let

do it. I also want to see how this Mage of the Bright Holy Teaching managed to infiltrate our group. Judging by her appearance, she must hold so status within the Church of Light,” he said.

With a wave of Rebry’s hand, the mysterious mage, now powerless to resist, had a flash of terror in her eyes as her veil floated to the ground, revealing a pale, expressionless face. Everyone was taken aback; it was a face that looked as if it were dead, its brows furrowed and eyes wide—if not for the lively movent of her eyes, she would have seed more like a corpse.

“Hmm, it seems Light Mages also like to hide their faces. How interesting,” Kor said, motioning Rebry to step aside as he approached. Squatting down, he knelt on one knee before the still writhing mysterious mage, locked eyes with her, and nodded. He reached out and traced a finger down her sowhat pale cheek, and waves of spasms passed from his hand. “Stop it! Get your filthy hands off , you demons!” she exclaid.

Startled for a mont, Kor shook his head, his smile becoming ever more friendly. “Heh, it seems we all appear as unforgivable demons in her eyes. I wonder why Miss Lo deigned to mix with the likes of us. Is it to probe for information, or for so other purpose? It doesn’t seem like we warrant such attention from the Church of Light,” he mused.

Ignoring her attempt to evade his touch, Kor’s fingers skillfully slid down to her neck. He quickly found what he was looking for beneath her collar—a very thin and delicate layer of skin. His fingers felt around and unhooked the connection, gently making a cut, and the piece of skin shrank into a ball with a “swoosh.” Her true skin, fair and delicate, was suddenly exposed. Kor continued his examination face to face for a while without removing his hand from her chest. Not even breaking a sweat, he then slowly unhooked her tightly fastened brassiere amidst her nearly frantic gaze before calmly withdrawing his hand.

The face that appeared almost twisted with distortion was still lively and adorable. Except for a slightly paler complexion, the face could be said to be as flawless as an angel—her small, cute, and pert nose, lips rosy red although a bit pale from extre tension and fear, two rows of feathery lashes over eyes clear and bright as black diamonds penetrating one’s very soul. Particularly notable was a beauty mark by her left lip, like a dot of ink that added a touch of glamour to her otherwise innocent and lovely face. It was like a chaste and unapproachable virtuous woman suddenly dressed in revealing clothes, exuding the allure of both an angel and a devil.

“Respectable Mage Lo, could you tell us your real na and identity? I believe a na as inconspicuous as Lo cannot possibly be your real one. Are you the Saintess or the Archpriest of the Bright Holy Teaching, or perhaps a Guardian Saint?” Kor asked lightly, sniffing his finger that had just touched her. He ignored her visibly angry expression as if she was about to bite her lips in rage. “Hmm, the rare Dragon Gall Fragrance. You truly are a significant figure; even the pleasures you enjoy are distinct from others. If it weren’t for the ‘Madness Mist’ in this Ancient Castle revealing your cover, we may have been sold out by you without even realizing where we went wrong. We ought to thank the designers of Damarlinsk Castle for arranging this gift for us, hahahaha!”

“Madness Mist?!” Everyone, including Rebry, ca to a sudden realization. No wonder they all felt a bit unsettled and impulsive—while the mist had little impact on cultivators of the Dark series, being a stimulant, it nonetheless had so effect on everyone. Of course, for cultivators of other disciplines, this substance would unquestionably act as an irresistible stimulant while leaving them unusually sensitive and excited without impairing their judgnt—a perfect trap designed specifically for non-Dark series cultivators.

“Lord, are you sure she is from the Church of Light?” Mihailovich was always very cautious about this matter. Although he deeply resented her for destroying one of his ticulously crafted Skeleton Warriors, the implication of the Church of Light sending soone to infiltrate their expedition was worth more attention. He didn’t want to beco a constant focus of the Church of Light.