Chapter 391: Ch.390 Maia

Chapter 391: Ch.390 Maia

Watching Constantine disappear from the doorway, Su Ming put away the phone on the table.

The candles that had been placed on the small round table had now melted into pools of sticky white wax, resembling traces of vomit.

"Hey, Bobo, Constantine said Tracy survived. Nightshade took her to the Shadow Realm."

Bobo turned his head to look at Su Ming, then looked down at his hands, which were covered in soot and various human tissues. With a sigh, he straightened up, closing his eyes.

"That scumbag... He could have told me earlier, but he just wanted to see me lose my appetite afterward!"

Arabella shrugged indifferently. "Anyway, this is your bar. These bodies need cleaning up sooner or later."

"If Tracy survived, then it's her job to clean up. Hmph, hosting a mage gathering in the bar—she's entirely responsible for the aftermath."

Bobo had already started planning how to exploit Tracy when she returned—like deducting her wages, deducting her wages, and deducting her wages again.

Knowing that she had gone to the Shadow Realm, Bobo felt much more at ease.

The Shadow Realm was a small plane attached to the world. It used to have a demon lord who even tried to manipulate Nightshade's brother into an incestuous relationship with her.

But that guy was dealt with long ago by Nightshade and Enchantress, leaving the Shadow Realm now a barren place of pure darkness.

No enemies, not even a single strand of hair.

"Alright, our next goal is to find the fourth marked individual and deal with them. Arabella, do you have any ideas?"

Su Ming asked the female sorceress, who was currently rinsing the soot off her hands with liquor.

"In infernal magic, there aren't any divination spells. All sorts of prediction tools are immune to Hecate's influence, so the only option now is a more primitive method—contacting every sorcerer I know one by one."

It was certainly a method, but it would take too much time.

Honestly, using network software to create a group chat would be much simpler. Unfortunately, many mages didn't even use mobile phones.

They were born too early and disliked modern technology. For them, communication mostly depended on magic pets delivering letters or magical messaging.

Su Ming rubbed his chin. This plan sounded like it would take forever. By the time they found the fourth marked individual, that person might already have exposed themselves.

You could say Maia was still a developing source of magic.

But because Hecate had directly stolen fire from the outside world, dark magic became the mainstream throughout history—because that power was easier to master and didn't require special bloodlines.

The original faerie magic of Earth, on the other hand, was only practiced by a small number of niche mages or non-human beings.

Imagine having a tiny ember left under your own hearth, which made it challenging to start a fire. So Hecate went and stole a volcano from the neighbor.

But apparently, she didn't realize this dark volcano had an owner. Now Stranglehold had come to settle the score.

"This place is nice. Too bad it's not really the time for sightseeing."

Su Ming removed his helmet. The air here was so fresh that breathing it in would make one smile involuntarily.

"No, it's not for sightseeing. We're here to find a friend—a master of prophecy."

The detective chimp led them quickly through the castle, without even considering inviting them inside for a tour. There weren't many passersby on the street, and the locals lived simple lives.

Though they looked mostly human, all of them had some magic creature blood in their veins, which meant that all of them were sorcerers.

The price for their faerie magic was all sorts of primitive urges brought on by the other half of their heritage.

However, because of that, they could accept a talking chimp as the Dark Master and nominal ruler.

Su Ming glanced at Donna, who had been drawn in by the magical snacks on the street—she wanted to try the glowing ice cream.

Unfortunately, dollars weren't accepted here.

"Here, we trade in silver, gold, or gemstones. Sorry, but I don't usually carry those around." Bobo patted his pockets, signaling that he had nothing.

He wouldn't use the Nightblade to force merchants to hand over goods, especially now that they had serious matters to attend to.

"I should've brought a few golden drachmas." Donna looked visibly disappointed. Carrying gold coins around during her college days would have been strange.

Seeing Donna turn back longingly with every step, Su Ming sighed. Since she was being used as bait and putting her life at risk, she deserved a reward.

Managing a team required a balance between strictness and leniency. Using the sense of duty and strategy to keep everyone together—like Batman—wouldn't work for Su Ming.

"I'll buy it. I should have some gemstones... Hmm?"