Su Ming wouldn't think like that. After seeing the hat on the other person's head and his graceful gentlemanly appearance, he roughly guessed who this was.
This middle-aged looking mage was named Monac, codenamed 'Magic Prince'. To dare to have such a codename and be accepted by the Magic Realm, it speaks to his strength.
He had little to do with Kama Taiji, he was a Black Mage.
His father was a British missionary, who took his family to India before 1620. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on their side, and in the rainforest, they were attacked by a primitive tribe that worshiped an Evil God.
Monac's parents were both sacrificed to the Evil God, but he was just a baby at the time. As a sacrificial offering, there wasn't much meat on him, so the tribal chieftain kept him.
An orphan, best raised as a loyal follower.
But as he grew, his magic talent became more and more apparent. The chieftain excelled in voodoo and Dark Magic, but even he gradually couldn't match Monac.
So he gradually hinted at passing the position to Monac, after all, the stronger the mage serving the gods, the better, bringing more blessings to the tribe.
Monac grew up and survived among the rainforest tribe. He learned a lot of mystic knowledge, came into contact with countless Dark Magic, and even knew some voodoo.
Because he often needed to rob and fight with witch doctors from other tribes, his combat skills were extremely high. He could eliminate the most enemies, capture the most spoils, and people in the tribe gradually began to listen to his orders.
But on the night before he was about to take over as chieftain, in a dream, a god secretly revealed the truth to him: his biological parents were killed by the chieftain. He was not originally an orphan, everything was a deception.
He was just a pawn of an Evil God, a tool.
But he had grown up in the tribe for decades and had deep feelings for the people. They were merely trying to survive, as were the other tribes in this rainforest.
The elders in the tribe treated him as their own child, and peers treated him as a brother. He couldn't avenge his parents, nor could he completely ignore this; he couldn't accept the harsh reality and didn't know what to do, so he fled the tribe.
With nowhere to go, he began to travel the world, saw many things, and gradually learned the difference between right and wrong, feeling guilty for his previous actions and those of the tribe.
Many things are not learned in the rainforest. Humans need a complete society. Stepping out of the rainforest and integrating into society is the right thing to do.
So he decided to return to the tribe to take over as chieftain, no longer worshipping the Evil God, but leading them down a righteous path.
However, he returned too late, the Evil God had already sensed his intentions and acted several steps ahead.
After Monac left, although his tribe was disappointed, they still needed to live, so they continued to go out and rob, but, as if guided by fate, they chose the British colonial expeditionary force sent to India.
The old chieftain had considerable strength, but he could not resist a professional army of seventy thousand.
So when Monac returned to the rainforest, he was greeted only by ashes; everyone was dead.
The old chieftain, after years of using Dark Magic, finally paid the price, and also implicated all in the tribe as 'interest' for the Evil God's 'loans'.
The Evil God's projection appeared before Molok, demanding he serve it and help invade Earth, or be killed.
Molok would rather die than comply, but at the critical moment, The Ancient One arrived and saved him. She drove the Evil God out of Earth while pondering how to deal with these uninvited, elusive threats from Alternate Dimensions.
Thus after Dormammu invaded London in 1666, The Ancient One, in deep pain, began constructing the Three Great Sanctuaries, using Kama Taiji as the eye of the array, building a Protective Array covering the entire Earth.
But that was for the future. Molok only stayed temporarily at Kama Taiji, not becoming The Ancient One's disciple. He needed to atone for the mistakes he and the tribe made, so he wandered the world, helping others as a wandering mage.
He mastered more Dark Magic, as his talent and experience were limited to Dark Magic, but he was confident in using this terrifying power to do the right thing.
With his mental burdens lifted, his power surged, and soon through a series of battles and opportunities, he obtained a seemingly endless life.
Though now he may only look slightly over thirty, he's actually a three-hundred-year-old monster.
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The information in the comics was just this, the situation in reality still needed observation, but at least Su Ming could be sure the source of the stench wasn't any corpses.
But rather, the rabbits Molok kept.
The cost of Dark Magic was too great; he had to find sacrifices to transfer it. He couldn't kill people for sacrifices anymore, so he thought of using animals to transfer a portion.
This wasn't easy; ordinary rabbits weren't satisfying to the Evil Gods.
He had to pour emotion and blood into the rabbits, hypnotize himself, raising them as if his own children, caring for and loving them, before using Dark Magic, drowning a few rabbits personally afterward.
The slow death of these rabbits, carrying Monac's fatherly emotions, combined with the painful self-hypnosis as he kills rabbits as if killing his own children, feeling heart-wrenching despair, were barely satisfactory as sacrifices for the Evil Gods.
The Evil Gods liked flesh and souls, but occasionally a touch of human emotion was also enjoyable.
That's how Molok persisted until now, and he will continue to do so, but this has had one consequence: his mental state isn't particularly stable.
Extremely emotional, prone to extreme mood swings, almost like a split personality.
This house likely only had the living room for receiving guests, and although all other room doors were closed, they were likely full of rabbits. Judging by the room sizes, there must be hundreds, with each one filled with Monac's devotion.
If it were Su Ming himself, he couldn't do all this and still continue doing good deeds, so he had some admiration for Monac—Magic Prince living up to his name.
And he's also a mage who has lived for hundreds of years, a Black Mage; very useful in battle. There aren't many casters on Earth who can steadily suppress him now.
Of course, these thoughts just circled in Su Ming's head. He didn't bring up anything about the rabbits.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Master Monac." Su Ming accepted the wine glass he handed over, judging by the bottle it should be Skywalker's whiskey, though he couldn't smell anything: "I suppose Master Gu Yi has mentioned our purpose."
Monac assumed that Su Ming knew his name through The Ancient One, so he smiled and clinked glasses with him. Brits dislike diving straight into business; they'd chat about the weather and have a round of drinks before discussing serious matters.
However, there really was urgent business now, and Monac understood that.
"Just call me Monac. The Supreme Mage sent a message, and I'm very happy to assist you." He paused, tidying his clothes, checking his magic props, with a warm smile on his face: "The Nazi war is unjust. Their warlocks are also rampant in hunting civilians as sacrifices, pursuing forbidden knowledge, so as you see, I'm ready to attend in full dress."
Great, a strong Black Mage joined the team; with the warrior-mage-healer trifecta, they were powerful against any enemy, just that the healer's equipment was lacking...
Su Ming likewise nodded with a smile: "Thank you, I am Slade, codename Deathstroke, and this is Holloway, codename Avenging Angels."
When Su Ming introduced them, Holloway also removed his eyepatch, greeting Molok, though they both were examining each other's mustaches.
Holloway had an American-style mustache, trimmed slightly on the upper edge, leaving a gap between it and the nose. Molok's was a traditional British style, dense like a bush.
But this didn't affect the instant camaraderie and mutual respect between them, confirming through their mustaches that this was the right person.