A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 470 Kill Without Mercy

"besides?"

Professor Wang carefully considered this sentence.

He understood what Jiang Shuzhou meant.

That is, it's not enough.

"After Your Majesty provided us with the information, we also conducted some internal investigations. In addition, we discovered..."

Professor Wang started rambling on about those useless data again.

"Alright, then what?"

Jiang Shuzhou rested his chin on his hand, his fingers still idly drawing runes.

"Uh, that's all."

Jiang Shuzhou curled his lips. He had long known that these people would never work without being whipped. Or rather, they would be able to work at first, but later, their enthusiasm would be extinguished by reality, their hearts would gradually grow cold, and they would become incapable of anything but climbing the ladder.

"See? This is why your promotion speed is so slow."

Contrary to Professor Wang's expectations, Jiang Shuzhou did not fly into a rage or become gloomy.

Since it's unnecessary, such behavior is either a genuine breach of defense or a way to put pressure on others.

Besides, doing this frequently would make one appear quite incompetent.

"You care too much about these things, or rather, you've never been able to relinquish power, and you have too much of a sense of responsibility."

Jiang Shuzhou, like an elder, began to educate Professor Wang.

"If you continue like this, no matter how talented you are, I'm afraid you won't go far."

Upon hearing this, Professor Wang was about to ask something when Jiang Shuzhou waved his hand, directly interrupting him.

That's all I have to say.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Shuzhou casually took out a crystal ball and threw it directly to Professor Wang.

"Take a look."

Professor Wang was taken aback, then used his mental power to probe the information within.

The contents of the crystal ball caused Professor Wang's expression to change drastically.

Those are pieces of evidence of collusion between high-ranking officials and deities.

They do not believe in God, but not believing in God does not mean they will not serve God, or that they will not accept other benefits.

The benefit is that it extends lifespan.

For the Mage Alliance, every effort must be rewarded.

However, the exact amount is quite significant.

Furthermore, by working backward, it becomes clear that without effort, there will be no reward, or in other words, with less effort, it is difficult to expect a high return.

Clearly, these people couldn't afford the life-extending potions available within the alliance.

If they want to prolong their lives, then they only have one option: to secretly work for the Alliance of Saints.

Blue Star is a special case, and even now, there are still clergy wandering around here.

This was unavoidable.

Since Earth was originally the site of a bet between the gods and Roland, if the game system is to be preserved so that Earthlings can better adapt to the main plane, then these things must be accepted unavoidably.

This is the price we have to pay.

Jiang Shuzhou didn't care much about these things. In other words, as long as things were good in China, that was enough for him. He considered other places as barbarians, and he didn't care whether they lived or died. He even thought he could eliminate them all if necessary.

However, what I didn't expect was that Professor Wang was so disappointing that he couldn't even manage this little thing.

It can only be said that Professor Wang has not reached that high level in terms of political skills, and in terms of focusing on magical research, Professor Wang still has to handle those matters personally.

It's a situation where you can't go up or down, you're stuck here.

The main reason is that he is not like Jiang Shuzhou, who directly centralized power and could do whatever he wanted.

Jiang Shuzhou declined to comment on this, as it was none of his business. Although this was his hometown, Jiang Shuzhou had long since become a Hamlet, since he ruled the place.

"Your answer sheet does not meet my standards."

Jiang Shuzhou looked at the stunned Professor Wang and said calmly.

"You don't need to worry about this. Just watch and learn carefully."

He still used the tone of a senior instructing a junior.

That's normal, though. Jiang Shuzhou's age, including the one in the dream, is many years older than Professor Wang.

"Your will."

Professor Wang's mouth was full of bitterness, and that was the only answer he could give.

"Alright, you can go now. Finally, I hope you won't say anything, otherwise don't blame me if you disappear one day."

Jiang Shuzhou waved his hand, dismissing Professor Wang.

Immediately afterwards, he waved his hand, and the paper and pen moved on their own, writing out names one by one.

On the wall behind Jiang Shuzhou hangs a calligraphy plaque he wrote himself, featuring the character "仁" (ren, meaning benevolence) in a vigorous and elegant style.

As we all know, with these kinds of things, you usually have to add whatever you're missing, and Jiang Shuzhou is no exception.

After writing down the long list, Jiang Shuzhou wrote a sentence at the end of the list.

"Kill them without mercy; if the favor is not extended to their wives and children, then the calamity will not befall them either."

Soon, an unprecedented arrest operation began.

They bypassed local law enforcement and the cleaning department carried out the arrests directly.

Inside a private room.

"Old Li, thanks to you, otherwise I would have been in big trouble."

"Hey, it's no big deal. I still want to toast Engineer Zhao."

"Oh, no need, we're all on the same side."

Inside the private room, glasses clinked and several middle-aged and elderly people dressed in business attire were exchanging compliments.

"What magic? What mage? He's just an immature young man who never grew up."

"Only someone would think of investigating themselves."

"Don't mention their names. I've heard that mentioning their names can trigger a response."

"Haha, you know that, those who know, know."

"It's all in the wine."

The group continued drinking, catching up with each other as they drank.

"By the way, Lao Zheng, why have you been so quiet?"

Old Zheng, who was called to a stop, smiled.

"No, it's just that I drank too much and I feel a bit unwell."

His tone was hesitant and stuttering, which did indeed sound like he had been drinking too much.

"You need to practice more; your alcohol tolerance is..."

Shaking his head, Old Li didn't continue. Everyone present was no ordinary person; they all wielded considerable power, so naturally, they all gave each other some face.

"Knock knock knock".

"Open the door, room service!"

There was a knock on the door.

Old Li frowned. This isn't a guest room, so how could there be room service?

Then, his expression suddenly changed.

Oh no, something terrible has happened!

Immediately afterwards, he turned around and prepared to leave through the secret passage.

This place was specially built by him for the gathering, so naturally there are secret passages built to deal with certain special events.

Immediately afterwards, the others scrambled into the secret passage. Strangely, the people outside just kept shouting, without making any attempt to break down the door.

The group couldn't think that far ahead; they'd deal with these things later.

"We grabbed our prepared items, went our separate ways, hid for a while, and then checked things out to see what was going on."

Old Li said.

"OK."

The group readily agreed.

"Don't tell anyone else that we sold those orphans to the church, and don't tell anyone about the things we buried under the city, you know, right? If you tell anyone..."

Old Zheng suddenly said.

"Old Zheng, you talk too much. Stop spouting nonsense!"

Old Li said.

It was obvious that they knew what Lao Zheng was talking about.

"Haha, that's really funny."

Old Zheng, or rather, the fake man, said with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, his body twisted and elongated, and a tall figure came into everyone's view.

"What did you do to Old Zheng?!"

"I'm telling you, you have to abide by the law!"

The fake man chuckled and then said.

"Our law is the command of the Creator, and now He demands that I kill you."

Immediately afterwards, one after another, fine heads flew up, and were then packed up and taken away by the fake people. These things had other uses.