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Fire Mage

John Browning, a former underworld assassin, went to his friend Angele's wedding party but ended up meeting his former colleagues. Before he could think that the whole wedding ceremony was a setup to catch him, he felt dizzy all of a sudden! At that moment, he knew that his lifelong friend had already betrayed him and sold him out. John was humiliated in front of hundreds of people and was forced to kneel in front of Thomas, the underworld assassin organization leader. Within a few minutes, they beat him brutally, dragged him to some underground basement, and then locked him in a gloomy room. John felt bitter when thinking about his friend's betrayal. He laid on the cold floor for two days and died miserably. But his story didn't end there. … In a world filled with magic and mystic powers, John Browning woke up in an 18-year-old boy's body. Before he could open his eyes and see his current situation, he felt someone was dragging his body. 'How am I still alive?' He got puzzled inside. But after a few seconds, John learned from the young boy's remanent memories that he was transmigrated to a mystical fantasy game-like world filled with magic and mystic powers! [Author's Note: The Mc will take some time to walk on the path of a fire mage due to less information about the world. So, don't get mad at me guys. If you feel anything wrong with the story, feel free to give me a review or comment. I will try my best and correct it. Have a happy reading!] ... If someone wants to contact me, you can send a request to my Instagram account or just send a mail. Contact via: akauthor02@gmail.com Discord: https: https://discord.gg/mYwPPbs6 Instagram Id: https://www.instagram.com/akauthor02/?hl=en Cover Pic credit: RafaelMousob

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Meet

Chapter 545: Meet

A few moments ago,

A luxurious carriage came from the fourth district, turned towards the Underground District, and moved towards the northern part of the area.

As the carriage entered the Main Street junction, Professor took out a pocket watch from his space ring, flipped open the outer case, and checked the time.

"7.03 A.M." Nodding, he opened the curtain and looked outside.

He looked closely at the passer-by and soon saw a fifty-year-old man walking on the roadside.

He was a long silvery-haired man with a slightly wrinkled face, had an oval face, bronze skin, and a sharp nose. He wore a plain grey robe and held an umbrella in his hand at that moment.

As if he had noticed Professor's gaze, he abruptly paused in surprise and looked at the carriage.

In the meantime, Professor also raised his hand and ordered the coachman.

"Stop the carriage."