Flaw
The battle lasted only a few minutes.
Or rather, no battle took place at all before the matter was over.
The greatest friction during the entire process came when a Gargoyle circling overhead suddenly lost control, dove down, and plunged headfirst into the pond outside the castle, sending up an enormous splash. One Nymph raised by the Barov family had her arm broken by a stone kicked up by the impact. Her thin, soft scream was too much for the Black Robes of the enforcement team to bear, forcing them to send over one of their healers to help the unlucky Miss Nymph.
Other than that, there were no further accidents.
Of course, before all this, Ancient Castle had already deactivated its Protective Barrier.
The castle Gates had been thrown open.
The stone lions by the entrance lay prostrate on the ground, their paws clutching their heads, their faces buried in the mud.
Beneath the long stone staircase before the main hall lay a huge pile of spellbooks—hardcover Venice bindings, softcover standard school editions, exquisite Bologna spellbooks, green bamboo slips tied with straw rope, polished brass spellbooks, ancient and weighty Ashmole editions, lightweight papyrus spellbooks, and so on.
"Could the Barov family be plotting something?"
Faced with such an achievement within reach, one young wizard in the enforcement team felt no joy. Instead, he was somewhat uneasy. His grip on his talismans tightened as he stared at the pile of spellbooks and cautiously suggested, "Could they have placed curses in these spellbooks? Should we cast Jinjin Qi Ming twice more?"
The veteran hunter beside him heard that.
He could not help but smile.
"What conspiracy could there possibly be? What wizard throws away spellbooks just to hide a few curses in them? That would be as ridiculous as chopping