Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength-Chapter 540 - 537: A Mad World

Ronald immediately understood one thing.

The previous statements by Bapulor were not an exaggeration.

—The "reputation" of Little William Ireland was indeed comparable to that of this cult leader.

It was just such a simple sentence.

Almost simultaneously, the faces of the surrounding Casters changed, and some even subconsciously shifted their gaze to the multi-masted ship on the sea.

The implication was self-evident.

If what Bapulor had said was true, it was an extremely dangerous matter.

Only a few seconds had passed when one of the Casters surrounding the two men spoke up in a very unpleasant tone:

"Bapulor, don’t spout nonsense about such matters!"

"If we find out you’re up to some messy business, don’t think about leaving here alive today!"

The man who spoke was the oldest among the circle of people, and as he spoke, a brooch on his chest sparkled with the glow of magic. A slight sensing would reveal that his Flying Spell originated from it.

Facing such a response, the cult Magician remained calm.

"Marvin, my reputation outside is indeed not good," he said.

"But to be honest, I haven’t committed any fraud, and I pursue my goals honorably."

"Even if I take a step back, there’s nothing on this ship worth my plotting."

"..."

"What are you implying!"

"Bapulor, are you provoking us!"

Several young Casters reacted quite vehemently, with undisguised hostility in their eyes.

However, it was Marvin who was directly conversing with Bapulor.

His expression turned serious.

The Caster first raised his hand to prevent the impulsiveness of the other youths, then spoke:

"Everyone calm down,"

"This matter is of great importance. Keep an eye on these two guys while I go down and discuss with the others."

After speaking, Marvin immediately flew downward, and in the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared onto the deck of the multi-masted ship.

And the others.

As he had instructed, they did not attack out of agitation but simply surrounded Ronald and his companion in the middle.

Looking at his own situation, Ronald couldn’t help but whisper:

"Bapulor, are you confident about this?"

The cult Magician shook his head without hesitation:

"Not at all, Marvin is too cunning."

"..."

Receiving such an expected answer, Ronald did not dwell on it too much.

He simply turned his attention to the multi-masted ship on the sea, especially focusing on Marvin, who had just descended a few seconds ago.

Prudence and contemplation were present in this Caster.

After walking down the deck and into the interior of the ship for some time, Marvin approached several other Casters, then began to discuss the information they had just received.

And then...

Ronald suddenly lost sight of his target.

One of the Casters conversing with Marvin seemed to sense something and immediately cast a Spell to conceal their status. Perhaps this person was a holder of an original text, or maybe this type of Spell had a certain characteristic.

In any case, Ronald lost his surveillance of this particular area.

"..."

This was entirely predictable and acceptable.

After all, they were a group who, after understanding the actual situation, still dared to provoke the Nine Commandments meeting. Detecting Ronald’s Magic and taking protective measures was naturally within their capabilities.

But even though he could understand this phenomenon,

Ronald couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy at the bottom of his heart.

Who knows if this group might take the most aggressive approach and go straight to aggression?

Thinking of this, Ronald whispered,

"Bapulor..."

"Don’t let them get away!"

Boom—

If possible, Ronald had hoped his prediction would be wrong.

Yet, reality always appeared before people indifferently, bringing them the worst outcomes.

At the moment Ronald’s warning was voiced,

a loud shout came from the multi-masted sailing ship above the sea, followed by a surge of powerful Magic Fluctuations.

With Ronald’s excellent perceptive abilities...

he clearly distinguished four different Magic Fluctuations, all undoubtedly possessing the intensity of original Spell strength.

At least four original Spell holders were now regarding them as hostile targets!

Reality was even worse than that.

If one observed more carefully, one could see the magic runes etched onto the sailing ship itself were starting to activate. Some powerful Spell that had been prepared on this ship was also getting ready to be used.

"Ronald, let me handle this."

"Alright..."

At this very moment, the situation Ronald and Bapulor faced needed no further explanation.

The heretic Magician simply had Ronald release control of the Flying Spell then immediately started to fall under the invitation of gravity.

This move, in the eyes of others, was a signal that Bapulor intended to escape.

The Casters surrounding the two immediately had some watching Ronald and others casting their Spells directly at Bapulor plummeting towards the sea.

"Don’t let him escape!"

"Act now!"

"..."

Unexpectedly,

the heretic Magician falling straight down made no attempt to defend himself.

Two beams of Spell light struck him directly, and the next second, accompanied by a strange sound, they were swallowed by his dark red robe.

Plop—

Bapulor fell into the water, splashing a sizable spray.

After that, the evil Magic Power of this original Spell holder burst out instantly, and the previously calm sea surface kicked up waves upon waves.

Ronald couldn’t ascertain which Spell Bapulor was currently using.

But this heretic Magician right now had no intention of fleeing whatsoever, rather, he firmly chose to engage in battle with all the Casters on the ship!

"..."

Looking down at the sea below, the reflection of the moon on the Settlesea appeared distorted through the waves.

Honestly, Ronald could make a timely escape right now.

Avoiding the difficult battle and ensuring his own safety was one thing.

These people around him had actually been ’friendly forces’ meant to confront the Nine Commandments meeting.

Ronald’s decision not to act now

meant the troubles the Nine Commandments meeting would face later wouldn’t be small.

"Time to go..."

"Hmm?"

Muttering softly, the thoughts struggling within Ronald between selling out or not ’teammates’ abruptly froze. That’s because on the multi-masted sailing ship, he suddenly sensed a very strong malevolence through the power of ’Fury.’

This malevolence was not targeting an individual or a specific group.

Instead, it was aimed at everyone near the surrounding sea surface!

"..."

Looking at the stirring waters below, the Casters who were taking action, and the new source of evil Magic Power,

Ronald wore a peculiar expression and finally just shook his head slightly:

"Is it I who have gone mad today,"

"or has the world gone mad..."

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