Quick Travel: Bringing Revenge System to Flirt with Han

The atmosphere was so awkward that Bai Tuanzi couldn't bear it. He laughed dryly and said: "Big... This means that we have successfully penetrated into the magic tower. They trust you very much and have issued a mission to you."

"Why don't you force yourself to move back!"

Rong Mo let out a sullen breath and slapped Bai Tuanzi on the head with the parchment in his hand, "What kind of mission is this! Am I getting close to myself?"

"Are you going to help them assassinate me in the future?"

"Do you have any brains!"

The roars shook Bai Tuanzi's liver, and he ran back to the system space.

"I'm trying to comfort you too!"

Rong Mo took a deep breath. He thought this was enough to make people angry, but he didn't expect that he would be held back in the capital.

The Association of Magicians has released a list of arrested black magicians.

Jeff Bridges was among them and was publicly executed in the royal capital.

When he got the news, Rong Mo wore a magic cloak and watched among a group of people.

Jeff Bridges, right in front of him, was killed with a knife...

He felt as if ten thousand grass-mud horses were running over his head.

Bai Tuanzi swallowed his saliva, not daring to look at Rong Mo's face, and shrank his neck, "Oh my god...you're crazy."

"..."

Magic Tower

The two magic bishops were carefully teaching Langdon to practice black magic, and they were full of recognition of Langdon's talent.

The magic bishop said that only when you have enough power can you go to the capital to find your brother, filled with the desire for power and the expectation to see your brother as soon as possible.

Langdon took his studies of the dark arts very seriously.

Suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door.

The bishop raised his hand to signal Langdon to stop and shouted toward the door, "Come in!"

A black magician came in with a newspaper. He looked panicked and was trembling and dared not speak.

It was the bishop who asked, "What do you want?"

"Uh...this...", the black magician handed over the newspaper with trembling hands and a look of death.

I want the bishop to see it for himself.

Usually the news was reported directly. The bishop thought that Langdon was there and the black magician deliberately avoided it.

Afraid of triggering a crisis of trust between Langdon and himself, the bishop frowned and glanced at the black magician, "What are you saying that the tower master can't hear?"

"..."

I'm afraid the tower master really can't hear this...

"If you have something to say, just say it"

The black magician was hopeless and wanted to die. He gritted his teeth and revealed everything, "Jeff was caught by the Magicians Association and was publicly executed in the capital in the afternoon!"

"..."

Time stands still at this moment...

At the same time, it set off a storm in the hearts of the three of them!

The magic wand in Langdon's hand fell off, fell heavily to the ground and bounced back, making a crisp "ding-ding-dong-dong" sound.

"You...who did you say died?", he trembled and stared at the black magician who sent the message in disbelief.

My brother just separated from him this morning.

In the afternoon...

died? ?

He rushed over and took the newspaper in his hand. Tears kept falling in his eyes, and the newspaper was soon wet with tears.

"Woooooooooo...brother..."

The two magic bishops were awakened by Langdon's cries and pressed their temples angrily.

Jeff, this loser, was executed just after arriving in the royal capital!

How stupid is this?

Did he put the words "Black Magician" on his forehead to show off?

How could there be such a stupid black magician in the Magic Tower!

They cursed in their hearts, and when they were tired of cursing, they were thankful that Jeff died well.

Originally, he thought of sending Jeff away because he saw Langdon's inexplicable dependence on Jeff.

In this way, the tower owner has no weakness, which is not a bad thing.

When a low-level black magician dies, he dies.

It was his honor to have the Tower Master suffer for him and be sad and angry for him.

He organized his words in his mind and began to persuade the sad Langdon, "Tower Master, tears are the most useless thing. Jeff died. We should turn our grief and anger into strength and avenge Jeff!"

Langdon burst into tears and was about to faint from crying. The bishop put his hand on his shoulder and said, "I believe in you. One day, under your leadership, the black magicians will destroy the capital of the empire!"

Trampling the royal capital...

Langdon suppressed the pain in his heart, and boundless hatred burst out from his eyes. He clutched tightly at the two gold coins Rong Mo gave him before leaving.

I vowed to avenge my brother no matter what the cost!

He picked up the magic wand on the ground again, his mood was different, and his bright black eyes were no longer innocent.

It seemed as if all expectations had vanished with Jeff's death.

All that is left is a walking corpse supported by hatred.

The two magic bishops looked at each other, leaving one to comfort Langdon.

The other one followed the black magician who came to report the news out of the classroom. He didn't take two steps in the corridor when another black magician ran in in a panic.

In his hand he held a special letter that could only be seen between black magicians.

"Your Majesty Bishop! Letter from Jeff"

"..."

The bishop gasped, and the sudden reversal almost missed his waist.

He even thought he had chicken feathers in his ears.

"who???"

The black magician who delivered the newspaper was also confused. After reading the news in the newspaper, his eyes were as wide as bells...

"Jeff's letter was sent here specially using a magic circle." The black magician presented the letter to the bishop.

The bishop's face was quite ugly. He pulled him over and spread out the letter:

To the great bishop

I am Jeff Bridges. I am honored to be recognized by you and given a glorious mission. I have completely put aside my old identity and integrated into the palace. I have lived up to my expectations and come up with a series of plans to get closer to the Son of Light. Please wait. News of my success.

After reading it, the bishop fell into a long silence and deep thought...

He flipped through it, but didn't see what Jeff's plan was.

"Just this one?"

The black magician who delivered the letter nodded.

The bishop frowned and crumpled the paper into a ball. The moment it fell on the ground, it was burned to ashes by black flames.

"very good"

Are you playing fake death with me?

So happy!

The bishop laughed angrily, "You remember, from today onwards, Jeff Bridges is dead and no one can mention it in front of the tower master!"

"Yes!"

...............

A quaint tavern with wooden decoration style in Wangdu.

Wearing a silver mask representing the Silver Moon Chamber of Commerce, Rong Mo sat in the corner of the tavern, tapping his fingertips nervously on the table, his thoughts a mess.

The Silver Moon Chamber of Commerce is a jeweler specializing in royal jewellery, and this is the identity provided to him by the Magic Tower.

Did not expect ah.

The Silver Moon Chamber of Commerce, which has been working for the royal family for generations, turned out to be a magic tower force.

The Magic Tower will really surprise him.

Thanks to the Magic Tower, he has another layer of vest.

Although he didn't want this vest.

Bai Tuanzi lay next to Rong Mo, his eyes following the slender knuckles, and the faster and faster frequency revealed Rong Mo's irritable heart at the moment.

"My dear, are you sure that after he reads that letter, the Magic Tower will believe you?"

"It's very likely." Rong Mo replied absentmindedly, holding his chin.

They had no reason to doubt.

He pretended to be so, and even used the black magician's teleportation magic to send the letter there.

Even if those guys want to break through the sky and exhaust all their brain cells, they can't possibly think that the crown prince is a black magician, pretending to be Jeff, sneaking into the magic tower to steal the house, and accepting a mission to get close to him, right?

Even he himself was confused by this bloody opening...

Bai Tuanzi's eyes were filled with circles when he heard this, and he was almost dizzy. "You are right, no ordinary person could have imagined the unfolding of this explosion."

"Then what's the plan in your letter? Why don't you write it clearly? What if they ask?"

"That's because I didn't think about it." Rong Mo rolled his eyes, picked up the bamboo cup and took a sip.

It made him cough.

Jeff's identity is related to Langdon. If Jeff dies, there will be no point in training Langdon.

Therefore, Jeff must not die. He must keep his identity and hold the magic tower in his hands. When the incident happened suddenly, he had no time to make arrangements, so he could only use black magic to send a letter and pretend to be a golden cicada.

Keep Jeff's identity in the Magic Tower.

This tavern is the secret contact point between the Silver Moon Merchant Guild and the black magician. It was here that he wrote and sent the letter.

If the Demon Tower really asked, this tavern would be able to prove his identity.

Rong Mo wiped the corners of his mouth with a silk handkerchief, "Having this level of status is not necessarily a bad thing."

He has a good idea in his head, maybe it will be his help.

Bai Tuanzi held his forehead helplessly, and just wanted to beg Rong Mo to stop using his brain, "Dad, have you forgotten that the Demon Tower has a mission for giving you this level of status? Aren't you afraid that they will ask you about the progress of the mission?

"You won't have to sell yourself out by then, right?"

This is what it looks like so far…

"But why don't you think differently?"

Rong Mo's eyes rolled from time to time, as shrewd as a fox, "He said he wanted me to sneak into the palace and get close to the Son of Light."

"Then I'll sneak into the palace and get close to Yimi Lei."

"Gah? Why are you approaching him? Your identity is far away from being exposed. Now you are the Son of Light."

"The people in the magic tower don't know who I am approaching when I enter the palace."

Rong Mo laughed and admired his own intelligence more and more, "What do you think I am doing by increasing the hatred of Yimi Lei?"

Bai Tuanzi turned his head, "In order to make him hate you, target you?"

"..." Rong Mo glanced at the little bastard speechlessly, "It's to make him make mistakes!"

"He has to hate me so much that he wants to kill me. If he wants to kill me, does he have to have a knife?"

The evil dragon's knife was so painful that it could stab him to death, and neither could the black magician's knife.

Which of these two handles can't be used by Yimi Lei?

So how did Yimi Lei cause harm to him?

In addition, not long ago, he disrupted the meeting between Imire and Fred, and intercepted Langdon.

He was the crown prince, respected by the people and supported by the nobles, before his identity as a black magician was revealed.

What could Imire use to fight against him?

"That's true…"

Bai Tuanzi nodded, but he still didn't understand what Rong Mo wanted to do.

"So, I have to hand him the knife."

He suppressed Yimi Lei's power, but he didn't consider a single issue.

Even if Yimi Lei, who has lost her power, hates him, she can't cause harm to him. He can't hurt him, which means he can't hurt Yimi Lei either.

After all, Yimi Lei is a prince, and he is protected by the Emperor. If he doesn't make any mistakes, he can only stare at him. He can't kill him with a knife and be charged with killing his father and brother, right?