Chapter 129: Arc 4: Chapter 17: The Daily of Merlin’s Team Pt. 2

The Ministry of Magic is an organization akin to the wizarding police.

Rarely any wizard likes this organization, because regardless of which country or continent, the Ministry of Magic always plays the role of supervising and punishment.

Merlin was not a newbie wizard now, he had learned magic for 3 years now, he knows about some traditions in the wizarding world. Supposedly in every city, the Ministry of Magic has a spell that monitors magic users like the Detection Ward in London.

Any wizard cannot simply use magic without the Ministry of Magic's approval, and it's strictly prohibited to cast spells in front of Muggles.

Supposedly, the Magical Congress was founded in 1963. Compared to the magic organizations in Europe whose history spanned thousands of years, the Magical Congress was an absolute 'youngling'.

Merlin understood from a book that the founding of the Magical Congress originates from a terrible disaster. It was the horrible Salem Witch Trials that occurred in 1963.

That terrible event seriously damaged the image of North American wizards in the eyes of their European counterparts; for a time, the North American wizards were even openly called 'the savages of the new continent', which greatly pissed off the North American wizarding world.

But the Salem Witch Trials did expose the truth of the chaotic order in the North American Wizarding World.

So under the call of some famous wizards of that time, the North American Ministry of Magic was founded in the second year following the Salem Witch Trials.

Oh, and the North American Ministry of Magic's official name was the 'Magical Congress of the United States of America'.

This is to differentiate it from the Ministry of Magic in Europe and to show its independence.

And supposedly, the first thing the Magical Congress did after its founding was to judge the brutal yet hateful-towards-wizards purgers.

The purgers were fallen wizards, they hunt their peers for their own benefits. The tragic Salem Witch Trials that caused over 20 people to die and 200 people into prison was the act of purger extremists.

And the black wizards who committed murder, trafficking wizards, torture, and other evil acts were all executed in the following years.

One could say that the slightly brutal style of the Magical Congress was confirmed during that time.

Merlin knows of the existence of the Magical Congress, he even knows of the only wizarding school of North America that was located in Carol's hometown Massachusetts, the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

But he didn't wish to converse with the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, after all, his last conversation with an Auror in London didn't exactly end well.

And Merlin did not suspect Constantine's reminder to him.

ConJob acts like trash, yet such a trashy bastard could still act like fish in the water in Hell's Kitchen, this alone proves his capabilities.

He has his own source of intel, and he doesn't lie when he's collected the money. This means that Merlin's activity for the past time had incurred the attention of the Magical Congress.

But if you think about it, Merlin had practically violated nearly every forbidden rule in the wizarding world.

Being related to demons, using magic in front of muggles, illegally producing a forbidden door key, working for the muggle government, collecting information on magic creatures.

To be honest, if Merlin was caught, he would probably be staying at least 20 years in magic prison for what he did.

ConJob's reminder caused Merlin to make a decision, he will no longer use magic for the time being unless absolutely necessary.

At least not in front of Muggles.

"Cack"

A light cack and an ammo clip loaded with holy silver bullets is loaded into the black colt pistol. Merlin places the gun into the holster on his waist and looks outside the window.

Next to him, Melinda was observing the warehouse hidden in the forest with a binocular.

It was now afternoon, the sun was soon to set and the entire street was covered in a radiant glow.

As the 3 agents watched, over 20 men either roguishly dressed or had tattoos had entered the warehouse in front of them over the last hour.

Under Merlin's second sight, he could even see the faint sense of dark mana emitting from the warehouse.

It was indeed dark mana from hell.

ConJob's news was correct, this place must be some sort of cult gathering place.

"They're gathering, that's not normal."

Melinda says softly:

"A secret group may be undergoing some illegal trade, or maybe illegal detention, or even..."

"No, much worse than that."

Merlin looks at the time and decides to make his move.

He says to Melinda and Coulson:

"I'll go in from the front, you two guard outside. Anyone tries to come out, open fire without hesitation!"

As he finishes, he opens the car door, buttons his casual suit, then heads towards the warehouse with his gun at hand.

With Melinda and Coulson around, Merlin did not aerosolize, he instead extended his hand and politely knocked on the warehouse door.

"Knock Knock Knock"

3 light knocks, and moments later, the door opens.

A black man with odd Chinese words tattooed onto his neck pokes out his head and looks at Merlin harshly, saying:

"This is private property, scram!"

Merlin did not answer, he looks at the gangster in front of him, a crimson glow was seen deep inside his eyes. This meant that the guy in front of him had come in contact with dark mana and was beginning to be corrupted.

The gangster was bugged by Merlin's gaze, he curses and attempts to close the door.

But then, Merlin tightly grasps on his wrist.

"I'd like to participate in that party you got going on in there."

Merlin says softly.

The black cultist tries to resist, but Merlin kicks him, the brute force sends both the black man and the warehouse door flying inwards.

"BANG"

The sudden noise interrupted the ongoing strange ritual in the warehouse.

In front of Merlin, over 20 indecent people were kneeling around a rough stone altar while muttering something in their mouths.

On the floor under them were strange runes drawn in some strange red liquid, and in front of the altar was a recently slaughtered sheep.

These guys look like they're offering a sacrifice, but the sacrifice they're offering is too terrible.

Their sheep slaughtering skills were poor as disgusting blood had stained the altar. To be honest, if a devil was looking at them right now, this terrible offering would not win them the devil's favor.

"Blasphemer!"

 Seeing his brother being thrown onto the floor looking terrible with blood spewing out, the cultist leader, a baldy with a bare upper torso roars furiously, he grabs the gun by his hand and prepares to fire, but Merlin was faster and more accurate.

"Bang"

A silver-white bullet shoots out of the muzzle and accurately hits the brute's palm.

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Because these guys had been corrupted with faint dark mana, the holy silver bullets had an extra effect on them compared to regular bullets.

As the bald brute screamed, burning smoke appears from the flesh of his fragmented palm. He roared for the others to attack Merlin while he stormed out of the warehouse amidst the chaos.

But as the guy ran out of the warehouse, the ambushing Melinda sends a flying kick which knocks the unsuspecting guy onto the ground.

Melinda hurries forward and cuffs on the guy's wrist.

But as she thought that things were over, she saw the bald brute let out an evil smile at her; on that sinister and distorted face was a smile with slight contempt.

"Pa"

A fire-like glow appears on the brute's skin which allowed him to easily break free from the handcuffs. Melinda sees this and throws a punch on the guy's face, but he didn't even let out a painful expression, he then accurately grabs onto the other punch she attempted to throw at him.

As of this moment, Melinda felt as though her wrist had come in contact with a burning hot metal, the pain of her skin being scorched made her scream, and then she was pinned down by the baldy. The cultist raises his hand, in his palm, the melting handcuffs were like a dagger that could penetrate Melinda's neck in the next second.

"Bang"

Another gunshot.

The bald brute's expression freezes, in his eyes, all signs of life were quickly dissipating.

He looked at the young man with the gun in disbelief, then looks down at his chest; a holy silver bullet had penetrated his heart and made a mess of it, it also reaped him of his life.

"Pah"

The corpse with a giant hole in its chest falls onto the floor next to Melinda, the fishy-smelling yet odd blood splattered onto the young girl's face.

Melinda quickly breaks free of the bounds of the quickly cooling down fingers and is helped up from the ground by Coulson; on Melinda's right wrist was a bloody wound.

Her skin had been scorched, the unbearable pain made the strong yet reckless young girl pale. She could hardly stand without Coulson's help.

"Thanks, Coulson."

Melinda with bloodstains on her face says so softly.

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

Coulson who had just shot and killed a thug was still in a state of hesitation after his first kill, this was not his first time firing.

In Louisiana, he shot and injured a disguised Skrull.

But the blood-splattering scene of him opening fire and killing a cultist at close range clearly had more impact.

Next to the two's feet, a corpse that was emitting a strange black smoke meant that they had set foot into Merlin's world.

"You're hurt?"

One minute later, Merlin exits the warehouse unharmed while tidying his sleeves.

Behind him, more than 20 cultists had been knocked out on the floor, as for the altar that was emitting faint dark mana, it had been completely destroyed.

He looks at the ghastly pale Melinda who was sitting on the ground and the corpse in front of him; he walks over to Melinda, inspects her wound, and frowns:

"What's going on? I thought I told you to shoot anyone that runs out?"

"Sorry, sir."

Melinda with bloodstains on her face says with guilt:

"I thought I could capture him alive."

"No use capturing him alive."

Merlin takes out a small box from his pocket, he gestures for Coulson to grab Melinda's arm, he softly says to the two rookies:

"These people have been infected by dark mana, they made contact with something forbidden that they don't understand, their minds had been distorted...in other words, they've gone mad."

"You can't get anything useful out from someone crazy. Hold back the pain!"

Merlin says so and opens the box, he takes out a small bottle and carefully pours a strange amber liquid on Melinda's wound.

"Sizzle"

A faint white smoke appears as the liquid came in contact with the wound.

Melinda couldn't help but let out a painful groan as she gritted her teeth, her other hand tightly grasped onto Coulson's wrist, though Coulson also grits his teeth from the pain of Melinda's fingernails.

But the stinging pain only lasted for a few seconds, then there was a comfortably cool feeling.

Melinda looks down and sees the horrible burn wound had stopped bleeding, and it was covered by a layer of strange liquid.

"This!"

Merlin places the bottle of amber liquid onto Melinda's hand and says:

"I call it the injury agent, it's quite useful; two applications a day, and the wound will recover in about 5 days...remember, no water."

Melinda nods.

Merlin then stands up and calls for the nearby police station to come to clean up the mess.

He lowers his head and looks at the two messy rookies, he shakes his head and says:

"Now you know what troubles my team deals with?"

"This is different from the situations you've encountered before, I trust that you may not be truly prepared. So I'll give you another chance to choose."

"If you can accept, then tomorrow morning at 10-am, we'll meet up at the same old spot. If you can't, then go find Sitwell for a transfer, I've already given him the heads-up...alright, that'll be all for today, I hope you've learned something."

"Coulson, you take Melinda back."

"Mmm."

Coulson nods, he then helps Melinda out of the bloody warehouse.

Merlin sees his two subordinates off, and as they disappear into the distance, he then takes out something from his pocket; it was a weird metal-like badge with an inverted pentagram inscribed on it.

He discovered this on the altar, and it was this that allowed these third-rate gangsters a chance to come in contact with mana.

Most importantly, behind this badge was a name written in the devil's tongue...

It was a name Merlin knew.

"Daimon Hellstrom..."

 Merlin looks at the name before turning to look towards Wall Street, he keeps the badge and says softly:

"Powerful half-demon hidden in Wall Street...what exactly are you planning?"

 

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