Another World: The Failed Magician

Inside a small tavern in the town of Carlos, although it was only noon, an old man dressed as a cowboy was already slumped over a table in the corner.

Dean White pushed open the door and entered the tavern. A waiter saw him and immediately went up to him, asking him in a friendly manner what he needed.

Dean White waved his hand, walked straight to the old man slumped over the corner of the table, pulled out a chair from under the table, and sat down opposite the old man.

The old man dressed in cowboy clothes seemed to sense someone's presence and slowly raised his head, leaning back in his chair, looking quite drunk.

"Hey! You still have time to come see me, old man," the old man said jokingly.

Despite the old man's teasing, White calmly replied, "That kid Lu Xuan is in danger."

Hearing this, the old man sat up a little straighter: "I knew you had no good intentions when you extorted a top-grade musket from me. Besides, that kid just didn't want to be your student, did you have to make such a fuss?"

Although he knew the old man was joking, White was still a little angry and said, "I'm not as petty as you think. Those Taoists from the Eastern Dragon Empire lied to me."

Seeing that White wasn't joking, the old man replied seriously, "Aren't those Taoist priests from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion supposed to value their reputation the most? How could they lie to you!"

"Perhaps it can't be called deception, but... they withheld important information. They wanted to use Frunze Academy. I've been tricked this time." Although White's tone was calm, those who knew him well knew that he was not in a good mood.

"So now you should tell me what happened! Since you came to me, you must be hoping for my help, so there's no need to hide anything now, right?"

Upon hearing the old man's words, White handed him the note that Charles had given him earlier.

After reading the note, the old man's eyes turned fierce, and he exuded an astonishing murderous aura, completely different from his previous drowsy appearance.

"White! Is everything written here true?" Although he knew White wouldn't lie to him about such things, the old man still asked.

Dean White nodded: "I cannot leave the Loca Federation right now, so I'll have to ask you to make the trip."

Upon hearing this, the old man revealed a fierce smile.

"Oh! Let me go, of course I have no problem, but I want to make it clear beforehand that no matter what the problem is, you can't use me as a scapegoat."

Dean White said with a somewhat unpleasant expression, "It's alright, I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong. I've given you the authority."

"Hahaha! Looks like those guys from the Eastern Dragon Empire have really angered you. No worries, White, I'll help you get revenge. You guys just need to prepare to deal with the diplomatic issues! I haven't made a move in a long time, and my old bones are starting to loosen up. This time, I guarantee I'll satisfy you, White, hahaha!"

White's face darkened as he watched the old man still laughing.

As if reading White's mind, the old man said, "Old man, don't worry about him so much. He was trained by me, and I'm practically his teacher. Although that kid has always had a hurdle he can't overcome, I have to admit that he does have the talent to be a hunter. Killing a seasoned hunter is no easy task. What you need to do now is wait here for my good news. I'll drag all those bastards out of the gutter!"

"And those little Salvation Society kids too, they can't be allowed to run wild anymore, bring them back as well."

"Okay! Got it."

After saying that, the old man stood up, intending to pat Dean White on the shoulder, but then realized that the height difference was still too great, so he decided against it. Instead, he picked up the cowboy hat from the table, put it on, and headed towards the tavern door.

The old man had just stepped out of the tavern when a voice came from behind the door, "Oh! White, remember to pay for my drinks, thank you!"