Chapter 2128
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"What a hopeless place," Mofan shook his head. He was utterly disappointed by the local customs.
It was no wonder Xinxia was nowhere to be seen. Even though she was not in charge of a country, an anti-Magic religion like this was quite troublesome to deal with. Leaving aside the fact that Europe had plenty of freedom of religion, there was already a group of people like this in Greece, a few hundred kilometers to the south of Parthenon.
They were just a bunch of ordinary people without any magic. The Magic Association was very strict when it came to Mages who harmed ordinary people. They would not go easy on them.
Therefore, even though they were against the Magic Association, the Magic Association could not scold or punish them. The Magic Association could easily tell how frustrated they were when they saw the group of Hunters running away like rats across the street.
Mofan had no idea why the Magic Association existed, either. Even though Mages were different from ordinary people, and had special privileges, Mages were always the ones who had the highest mortality rate when the demon creatures invaded.
The people were already divided when the disaster was imminent.
It did not matter why the people of the Black Church were here, or why they were against Mages. Mofan was disgusted by them!
Take the incident in Beijiang as an example. The people of Beijiang were unharmed. It was a perfect victory for the government.
However, many people had died in Beijiang, most of whom were Battlemages and members of the Enforcement Union.
Their blood had dried up on the sand, and their bones were buried under the ancient Great Wall. If there was still such a Black Church in Beijiang, and these people in red striped clothes marched like this, their souls would never be able to rest in peace in the sandstorm of Beijiang!
A bunch of people who had never been to a battlefield, a bunch of well-fed people. What reason did they have to oppose the people who might die at any time after fighting a bloody battle?
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Even though it was unreasonable, the disappearance of Green Sprouts Island in Crete had caused a huge uproar. The people of the Black Church were not only opposing the Mages, they were also condemning the Magic Association for its incompetence.
Many people felt that their condemnation was not without reason. A city island had fallen, and the murderer was nowhere to be found. It seemed that Parthenon had encountered an unprecedented crisis this time. They were being questioned by people from all over the world. The most direct reason was the growth of the Black Church!
Mo Fan was able to see through things. Even though Xinxia had never mentioned it to him, he could tell that the disappearance of Green Sprouts Island had greatly affected the three Saintesses' statuses. It had happened in their own country, and the Snow Festival had just taken place not long ago. The Tyrant Titan had trampled on the Parthenon Temple's festival, leaving a trail of blood everywhere.
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The people of the Hunter Union would continue to visit Crete. They were after profits, so they would work even harder against the Tyrant Titans. The government of Crete welcomed them, but most of the Hunters would receive special treatment from the Black Church.
Mofan did not continue watching the demonstration. After such a disaster, it was not surprising that such a social phenomenon would occur.
After returning to Harper's holiday cabin, they walked on the winding cobblestone road. Suddenly, they heard a few people talking.
Mofan did not pay much attention to them at first, but he soon noticed that they were following him in the same direction.
Mofan only realized that the people were here to stay when he arrived at Harper's grandmother's cabin. They had contacted Harper early in the morning.
"You are staying in the cabin in the backyard? Hehe, I didn't expect you to have guests before April. Are you here to hunt the Tyrant Titans, too?" Harper greeted the people.
"Why are you asking so many questions? Strange, why are there other guests staying here?" the man leading the group asked with a frown.
"Oh, you've misunderstood, they are my employees. They are in charge of receiving guests," Harper said in a hurry. He kept winking at Mofan as he spoke.
Mofan was left speechless by the idiot. He would rather let the man drown in a swamp.
"Here's ten thousand as a deposit. We will be staying here for a while. Don't let anyone disturb us, do you understand?" the man in the lead said generously.
"Not a problem, no problem at all. Please come in!" Harper's eyes glittered when he saw the money. He quickly called out to Mofan, "Brother, come and help me with the luggage …"
Mofan simply ignored him. Harper came over and whispered to Mofan that he could waive the rent for the three of them.
Mofan thought for a moment and said to Harper, "I know there's something you haven't told us. If you want to earn money from these people …"
"I've already told you everything. Alright, I was planning to sell them to the Hunters, "Harper said.
Mofan wanted to find the culprit of the Tyrant Titan as soon as possible to relieve the pressure on Xinxia. Mofan's heart ached when he saw her working so hard. Besides, he had lost to Tuis, so he could no longer come to Parthenon.
Mofan did not mind doing something as trivial as carrying the luggage.
Don't always think of yourself as a great hero who saved the world. It's time to let go of that grand heart of yours and do some hard work. Try to act according to other people's wishes. Eat some plain tea and carefully experience the real life of running around for a living. You will find that being a great hero is more interesting.
"Don't touch this!" a man with half a black face scolded coldly.
Mo Fan was just about to pick up the box when his fingers felt an icy aura spreading rapidly across his skin. He could not help but feel goosebumps rising all over his body.
"Oh, is there anything else I can help you with?" Mofan immediately realized something was not right.
"Are you a Mage?" the man with half a black face glared at Mofan as if he had noticed something.
"It's a misunderstanding, there's no way he's a Mage. Look, this is the Black Church Inn. These are the decorations of the Black Church. We don't hire Mages, nor do we like Mages. Don't you worry!" Harper quickly came to his rescue.
Mo Fan was also someone who knew how to act. He immediately put on a polite fake smile and said, "I forgot to tell you, we don't welcome Magicians here. If you are a Magician, you should find somewhere else to stay. After all, our shop is very simple and remote."
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