Fugitive

A hint of wariness showed in Yuesefu's eyes. He glanced at Richard and Bobobo Wei Qi, who were still talking, then reached into his robes and pulled out a crystal ball.

He poured magical power into the crystal ball. With a hum, it trembled, flashed several times, and then dimmed.

Yuesefu stared at the dim crystal ball and pondered for a moment. It seemed he had obtained some crucial information, and he looked back at Richard and Bobobo Wei Qi.

Richard was already looking at him and asked, "Are you contacting the organization?"

"Yes." Yuesefu nodded without denying it. "I just contacted the organization to ask what was going on."

"What did the organization say?" Richard asked.

"Could it really be that two Level 4 Wizards are fighting?" Bobobo Wei Qi asked. Whether he was sincere or not was unclear as he suggested, "Perhaps we could get a little closer and take a look at the battlefield."

"It would be best not to." Yuesefu stopped him. "The information sent back by the organization is that some organization members intercepted an important target, an accident occurred, and conflict ultimately broke out. The scene is rather dangerous. Higher-ups are already handling it in full, and we can't get involved. We should just return to Delan directly."

"So we can't go take a look?" Bobobo Wei Qi asked, looking somewhat disappointed.

"I'm afraid not. It's for the sake of safety," Yuesefu said seriously.

"All right then." Bobobo Wei Qi shrugged, accepting it. "Then let's return to Delan. We can get some rest too, right, Richard?" He turned to Richard.

Richard slowly withdrew his gaze from the northwestern sky. Combined with what Yuesefu had said, he now had a guess about the situation at the scene: perhaps the one in trouble was the black-faced