The Missing Witch Sophia

"I emptied this warehouse," Locke said as he walked out. "To avoid suddenly running into the Black Wizards again, we should take some precautions."

"If even one of those Black Wizards escapes, it'll be troublesome."

Locke softly recited the spell for [Tomb Spirit Summoning]. At once, it was as though lasers had scanned every corridor in the research institute before his eyes, and lines of Modo Language information appeared before him.

Two invisible Tomb Spirits moved ahead, one to the left and one to the right, scouting the two directions of the corridor while remaining a hundred meters in front of him.

With this method, even if he ran into Black Wizards head-on, he would have time to react.

Locke looked at the Magic Painting Map in his hand. With it, he could move freely through the research institute and avoid its various magical mechanisms and traps.

Of course, the Blood Curse Court's magical traps were mediocre to begin with.

"The places where my teacher and the others landed should all have been random, while I'm currently at the southernmost edge of the research institute."

"I can have the Tomb Spirits search for them, and I also have an undercover agent in this research institute." Locke said, "Through the Tomb Spirit on him... Hm?"

"Senior Andy moved far too quickly. He probably didn't even use his full magic power. Yet, relying only on basic Mana and a high-grade Magic Item, he slaughtered all the Second-Class Wizard Apprentice Black Wizards responsible for the Folding Curse Spell Formula in the Curse Hall."

"It should be because he has profound insight into the fire magic branch of the Shaping School. Senior Andy and Senior Albert both possess the qualities of someone about to become Formal Wizards."

At that moment, through the Tomb Spirit