Dunbar admired John more and more.
He hoped to become a great Magic Master like John.
"I'm very capable. Whatever it is, I can handle it."
Dunbar looked only seventeen or eighteen. With tears in his eyes, he said, "Mr. Wick, give me a chance."
"I'll give you a chance to let go." John's expression was hostile.
The moment Dunbar saw his expression, his heart trembled.
He was genuinely afraid. This was someone who had a demon for a servant.
But then he thought of the companions he had watched a Magic Master kill so easily in his childhood, and of the hard life he had led in Vanaheim all these years.
He steeled himself and closed his eyes.
John watched him coldly, then sent him flying with a surge of magic.
Dunbar felt as though he had been struck by a heavy blow. He crashed to the ground and convulsed.
For a moment, the fear of death filled his mind.
"You don't want to become a Magic Master," John said coldly. "You want power and money."
"Becoming a Magic Master is just a means to you, just like becoming a thief. It's nothing more than a tool to fulfill your desires."
His words cut straight to Dunbar's heart, leaving him trembling, afraid to look up.
John looked at the trembling man who dared not speak, his expression settling into calm. "What you want is a life of wealth and luxury."
"You want to use me. Whether or not you become a Magic Master, as long as you can borrow my status, you can achieve all of that."
His last sentence made even Dunbar's trembling stop.
"You're very greedy."
Dunbar abruptly raised his head. Looking at John, he gritted his teeth and said, "What have I done wrong?"
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