Chapter 145: Facing the Habo Pyramid, Magic Contract Scroll

Wang Feng frowned and turned to look at the source of the sound.

I saw a man with a high nose and deep eyes glaring at me, with fire almost spitting out of his eyes.

"What's it to you if I kiss my own woman?" Wang Feng said impatiently.

"How dare you!" the man roared. "I am Cullen, the guardian knight of the Parthenon. I will not allow you to desecrate the maiden of the Goddess Temple to whom I am loyal!"

He drew his sword and said, "I want to duel with you!"

Wang Feng looked at this guy who spoke like a medieval knight, and only four words popped out in his mind:

"Fucking retard!"

"Cullen, he is actually..."

Just as Ye Xinxia was about to explain, she felt a tightness around her waist and was held tightly by Wang Feng.

"Where did this clown come from?"

Wang Feng snorted coldly, and a suffocating pressure suddenly erupted from his body.

"Bang!"

Kulun's legs went weak and he fell to his knees, his sword falling onto the stone slab with a clang.

He looked up in horror, only to see Wang Feng glaring down at him: "With this little ability, you're worthy of being a guardian knight?"

Kulun was trembling all over, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Ye Xinxia gently tugged at Wang Feng's sleeve, a hint of worry in her eyes. "Brother Wang Feng, he's an apprentice knight of the Parthenon. Will this be okay?"

It was only after she arrived at the Parthenon that she truly understood the enormous power of this organization.

Most members of the Knights' Hall came from major European magical families, and only a very small number were selected and trained from the orphans of the Faithful House.

These knights are not only powerful, but also represent the complex interests of all parties.

Especially since this is not China, his status as a member of parliament will not be useful here.

"It's okay. It's just a Knights Templar. I'm not even afraid of the Parthenon, let alone an intern knight from the Knights Templar who doesn't even have any vision?" Wang Feng said disdainfully.

Seeing Wang Feng's confidence, Ye Xinxia nodded obediently and ignored Kulun who was kneeling on the ground and trembling.

At this time, several wind mages hurried over carrying new seriously injured soldiers.

"You go ahead and do your work. I'll come find you in the evening~"

Wang Feng whispered in Ye Xinxia's ear, and his warm breath made the tips of her ears slightly red.

He released his arms from around her slender waist and turned to leave the tent.

…

Wang Feng changed his clothes and disguised himself, then went straight to the military base in Puschini City.

After showing the Master Hunter Badge, he was quickly taken to the command center.

"Report! A master hunter has brought urgent information!" The leading military mage announced loudly outside the tent.

"Come in." A steady female voice came from inside.

Wang Feng opened the curtain and saw a female officer in her thirties frowning as she studied the sand table.

Staff Officer Finner raised his head and frowned even more tightly when he saw Wang Feng's young face.

"What intelligence do you have?" she asked bluntly, her fingers tapping unconsciously on the table.

Wang Feng had a mysterious smile on his face. "Staff Officer Fenner, are you still troubled by the mirage? Are you still heartbroken by the sacrifices of the soldiers?"

His voice was filled with an alluring rhythm. "I'm here on behalf of the hunting group. As long as you agree to one small condition, we'll take care of the pyramid phantom."

Finner raised his head suddenly, his sharp eyes stabbing at Wang Feng like a knife: "What did you say?"

"It's very simple." Wang Feng raised a finger. "Your army only needs to hold on for three days, and we, the hunting group, will handle the rest."

Finna's brows were almost twisted into a knot as she stared at the excessively young hunter master in front of her.

If it weren't for the genuine badge right in front of her, she would have suspected that the other person had escaped from a mental hospital.

He actually had the audacity to say that he wanted to deal with a pyramid phantom that was equivalent to a demon tribe!

"Young man," Finner's voice was as cold as ice, "Do you know how many undead souls and how many ruthless dead swords are in that pyramid?"

"There's no need to worry about this Staff Officer Finner. Our hunting group dares to enter even a real pyramid, let alone a small pyramid illusion. We are professionals!" Wang Feng said confidently.

Of course, he would not reveal that the so-called "hunting group" actually only consisted of him.

After a long silence, Finner finally spoke: "What reward do you want?"

"The Xinghai Sky Vein and half of a C-grade magic mine, ten years of net profit." Wang Feng said.

He had already investigated Staff Officer Finner's family background before he came.

Those who were able to become staff officers or generals in Egypt basically had a wealthy family.

To put it another way, only those who own mines at home can hold a high position.

Although the requirements proposed by Wang Feng were harsh, they were definitely within the acceptable range of Staff Officer Finner.

As expected, Staff Officer Finner did not refuse immediately, but frowned and began to think.

After a moment, Staff Officer Fenner said, "Five years' profit."

"Sorry, this is the price the hunting group offered. There's no room for negotiation." Wang Feng suddenly lowered his voice. "By the way, I want to remind you that there's also a Dark Sword Master hidden in the illusion of the Habo Pyramid."

When Finner heard this, his pupils shrank sharply.

Of course she knew the Dark Sword Master.

That is a monarch-level undead, a loyal warrior of the Pharaoh!

She was the only super-class wizard in their city of Pushini, and destroying the pyramid phantom required super-class strength.

If she tried to stop the Dark Sword Master, the pyramid illusion would not be destroyed. If she tried to destroy the pyramid illusion, who could stop the Dark Sword Master?

army?

You'll die before you even get close!

Finner took a deep breath and looked at Wang Feng with sharp eyes: "Young man, are you sure your hunting group can deal with the Dark Sword Master? He is a monarch-level existence."

Wang Feng's expression remained unchanged, a calm smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth: "Staff Officer Fenner, since we dare to say this, we must be fully confident."

"You just need to sign the contract and defend the city for three days, and we will take care of the rest. After all—"

He paused meaningfully, "If the undead break through the defenses, our hunting group won't be able to collect their reward."

The tent fell into a brief silence, with only the slight hum of the magic lamp.

Finner's eyes swept back and forth across Wang Feng's face, as if trying to see through the young man's true intentions.

Finally, she exhaled heavily, "Okay, Xinghai Tianmai, ten years' worth of net profit from half a C-grade magic mine, I agree."

Wang Feng smiled slightly, a silver light flashed in his palm, and a magic contract scroll with a holy halo emerged.

This is a blank magic contract scroll made from the skin of a bright unicorn.

"Please." Wang Feng handed over the scroll.

Finner took the scroll without hesitation.

The mental force condensed into an invisible pen tip, and the magic power turned into ink, writing on the contract in a flamboyant manner.

Every time a rune fell, it would stir up a circle of golden ripples on the surface of the parchment, and the magical fluctuations of the contract would echo in the small tent.

Soon, she completed the contents of the contract.

Finner pushed the contract over and said coldly, "I hope your hunting group is as strong as you say, and not just wasting our time."

Wang Feng put away the contract and replied calmly, "Just prepare the reward. In three days, you'll feel that this money is worth it."

After saying that, Wang Feng turned around and left Finner's tent without saying another word.

(End of this chapter)