"What?"
Ian's eyes widened.
His breathing grew rapid as well.
Both men had treated him very well. The former had invested heavily in his formulas, while there was no need to say more about the latter.
It could be said that without Victor, there would be no Ian as he was today.
"What exactly happened?"
Ian gripped Farn's shoulders with both hands, his voice involuntarily quickening.
"My lord." Feeling the force on his shoulders, Farn endured the aching pain and said, "The news so far is that a group of Blackstone School wizards infiltrated the defensive line and entered the rear camp. By coincidence, both Lord Victor and Lord Granger were there helping out."
"What I heard is that the camp has now been destroyed, and the Blackstone School wizards have already withdrawn. However, some of the wizards escaped, and the conditions of the two lords have yet to be confirmed."
"Infiltrated the defensive line—by coincidence!"
Ian furrowed his brow.
Was it really such a coincidence?
He had been attacked on his way back, and Victor and Granger had been attacked over there as well.
Others might not think much of it.
But in cautious Ian's eyes, there had to be a great connection hidden within this.
Who stood to benefit the most?
Ian could not help but think.
He quickly arrived at an answer.
"Doug."
Ian slowly spoke the name.
It was not merely the oppressive feeling this man had given him for years.
Likewise, if Ian died, and Victor and Granger died, then the Potions Department would instantly become his one-man domain.
Moreover, this man was familiar with every department in the school, and naturally knew Victor and Granger's whereabouts as well.
Of course, these were still only suspicions.
Ian felt a weight pressing down on him.
This