Karl Black

"Wait... how is this possible?"

Every Witch Hunter of the Floris Family was professionally trained, including vicious criminals, mercenaries who had seen battle, and even retired soldiers. How could a team composed of such formidable combat units be wiped out so easily?

"What exactly happened?"

"I don't know."

The man was stunned when he heard the news. His first thought was whether a colleague had used the Spring of Enlightenment as bait to set up an ambush and killed Winster and the others. But according to the people on the other side, there were no signs of a fierce struggle at the scene. What was most baffling was the cause of Winster and the others' deaths.

"They were all killed by bullets," the man said.

Some were shot in the head, some in the neck, and others were riddled with holes all over their bodies, their flesh and blood mangled, their bodies almost torn to shreds. And all these bullets came from their own guns.

Flame Crow Girl: "?"

The woman beside her suspected she had misheard. "What do you mean?"

"Are you saying they killed themselves?"

"It sounds absurd, but as it stands, it's the only explanation," the man said.

Perhaps Winster and the others had an "internal conflict" during their mission.

This internal conflict might not have been their intention; it could have been manipulation. Some mind magic could achieve this.

However, this would lead to a new problem: who had the ability to do this?

For a Wizard, casting mind magic required more than casting illusionary spells. Even if someone among those who drank the Spring of Enlightenment had awakened a talent in this area, they couldn't master it immediately.

The Magic and mental strength of a Tier 1 Wizard couldn't support the cost of mind magic.

Moreover, there were over twenty people in this Witch Hunter team. Controlling just one wouldn't be enough; at least half would need to be controlled. Simultaneously controlling multiple targets was something even many high-level Priests skilled in manipulating people couldn't do, let alone a Newborn who had just learned Meditation.

The man believed that the Wizard who killed Winster and the others must be someone else.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend," the girl said, not denying his guess and following his train of thought. "The cost of cultivating Smell Crows isn't low, and so many people died. The Floris Family will definitely investigate thoroughly. Keep an eye out for any news on this matter recently. If you find any loose ends, help them clean them up as much as possible."

"Understood. I'll be going back now." The man nodded, his illusory figure gradually fading until he disappeared.

Sean remained silent throughout the entire conversation, acting as if it had nothing to do with him.

The man and the girl seemed to have overlooked him, which was good. He didn't want to reveal his strength for the time being.

But after the man left, the girl fell silent for a moment, then suddenly turned her head and looked up at him. "You killed them, didn't you?"

Sean: "..."

Right.

Oh, no.

"No."

"I'm just a Tier 1 Wizard. How could I defeat so many Witch Hunters?"

He deliberately brought up the past again. "Didn't you also say I didn't have much potential, and that the little Magic I had was obtained through the Spring of Enlightenment? How could I know mind magic?"

"I didn't say it had to be mind magic." Although she hadn't refuted the man earlier, it didn't mean she agreed with his view. She looked into Sean's eyes and said, "Although I can't guess how you made them kill each other, I'm sure it was you."

This wasn't a woman's intuition; she simply didn't believe in such a coincidence.

Because she remembered when she met Sean in the Void Arts Space that morning, he didn't seem flustered at all and said he wasn't there to ask for help. She thought Sean was too proud to ask for her help and was just putting on a brave face. Now it seemed Sean wasn't putting on a brave face but truly had the confidence to do it.

He knew the Black Berry Rainforest was a trap and chose to play along.

Therefore, even if the Wizard who wiped out Winster and the others wasn't Sean, it must have been closely related to Sean.

However, she didn't press further.

Everyone had their secrets. Her relationship with Sean wasn't close enough for them to talk about everything. As long as she knew that an entire team of Witch Hunters had been wiped out and Sean was still alive, that was enough. The rest didn't matter.

The woman beside her clearly noticed that the girl's mood had improved significantly.

Sean took the opportunity to change the subject, winking at the girl. "Miss Flame Crow, this is our third meeting. You should tell me your name this time, right?"

This was something she had promised Sean. Naturally, she wouldn't go back on her word. She looked at the man in front of her for a moment, let out a soft hum, and replied, "Elvily."

Elvily Nix Seraphina.

Sean very consciously made up for the compliment he failed to give the girl last time.

"A beautiful name," he praised. "In the Old Tongue, Elvily means beautiful, kind, and pure. Seraphina means archangel, symbolizing power and might. Such a profound name is usually not something ordinary people can handle, but for Miss Flame Crow, I can only say... it's perfect."

"No one is more suited to this name than you."

Sean's words were well-founded and sounded quite professional at first glance, making the woman beside the girl giggle.

"As expected of a novelist, you have such a sweet tongue."

Instead of praising her directly, he praised her name, offering ample compliments without seeming abrupt or presumptuous.

It was clear that this guy knew how to talk and was handsome. In the circles of rich women, he would be quite the social butterfly.

No one dislikes hearing nice things, especially this kind of subtle expression, which is more easily accepted than crude praise that goes too far. Elvily felt pleased listening to it, but she wouldn't show it. She wasn't the kind of superficial girl who would be easily swayed by a few sweet words. She put on a stern face and said, "Are you trying to get close to me?"

Sean honestly spread his hands. "Mainly, I don't know anyone else here..."

The Void Arts Space was still a completely unfamiliar place to him. It was like arriving in a city he had never set foot in or even heard of before. The ethereal and illusory scenery around him subconsciously amplified the confusion in his heart, leaving him unsure of what to do.

He needed a "guide."

He also needed some friends.

The woman understandingly extended her hand to Sean, introducing herself with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Sean, it's good to see you're still alive. I'm Iris, Elvily's friend."

Sean politely shook her hand, "Hello, Miss Iris."

The woman teased, "I've been listening to you two chat for a while, and now I understand why our Miss Flame Crow is so interested in you."

Interested?

Interested in what!

Elvily shot her a glare, "Stop talking nonsense."

She admitted she had underestimated Sean before; this handsome man wasn't just a pretty face, but that didn't mean she was interested in him.

Iris's expression was innocent, "I meant his potential."

Elvily: "..."

"Oh."

They were indeed cultivating Wizards with potential.

When Sean first entered the Void Arts Space, he thought any Wizard could enter, but that wasn't the case.

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