After a series of insults, such as "I'm not", "You've mistaken me for someone else", "Are you f * cking blind?", and so on, Bohemia realized that not only her body, but her Higher Consciousness had also been imprisoned.
Of course, this was not an accident. Her Potential Growth Value had been damaged, and her attached conditions had been contaminated. She had no combat power left in the Astral Plane. Faced with two powerful opponents, it was only natural that she would be subdued in no time. The only person who was dissatisfied with this was Bohemia herself.
"Don't you know how to be so stupid?" Bohemia was trapped between the pincers of a translucent crab. She could not move at all. Even if she only had a head left, her mouth would not stop talking. "I've told you, people call me Bohemia! I'm not that old! "
Although her combat power had dropped, the fight just now had exhausted the two men quite a bit. The black-bearded man placed one of his hands on the translucent crab to maintain its form. He panted and said, "... Just admit it. Pretending to be someone else is a disgrace to the title of Magus."
Bohemia twisted her head violently. If it were not for the pincers, she would have bitten off half of the black-bearded man's face. "Is your brain blocked by cement? Or are you deaf? Didn't I tell you that I just came in from the entrance guarded by Octo a few minutes ago? "
The black-bearded man glanced at her but did not answer. On the winding road ahead, a red dot of light dashed towards them. After it transformed into the red-haired young man, he landed on the ground with both feet.
"How did it go?"
"I asked Octo." His eyes lit up, and the corners of his lips curled upward. "He said that no one can enter the entrance guarded by him. He even scolded me a little angrily."
The black-bearded man let out a sigh of relief. He smiled and shook his head at Bohemia.
"Now, other than us, the only target in this place is you, Magus," he said as if he was trying to comfort her. "As you know, we have already chased everyone else out of this place. Besides, you should at least put on a disguise before you say that you are not the real Magus."
It was both easy and difficult to disguise the form formed by the condensation of Willpower. Even though it was just a thought, forcefully changing one's appearance would not be able to fool an experienced posthuman. Moreover, it was a form of continuous wear and tear on oneself. Therefore, both of them were not surprised that their target had appeared in his original appearance.
Bohemia rolled her eyes at least five times in the time it took him to say those two sentences.
"Take me to Octo." Although she was pinned down and could not move, her tone was not soft at all. "Wearing a woman's dress made his balls disappear. I'm telling you, he just doesn't dare to admit that I snuck in!"
"I hope you understand." The black-bearded man's face twitched. "Magus, we mean you no harm. We're just taking his salary, so we're just doing what he's doing … "
"If I were to hire you, I'd cut you up to go with the wine." If Bohemia's neck was long enough, she would have stretched her head out to bite them. "You're useless anyway!"
Her pride did not allow her to say, "If I were Magus, would I still be caught by you?" Perhaps it was because she was making too much of a fuss, which didn't match the demeanor and bearing of the legendary Magus, the two men hesitated for a moment.
"Let's take a look at Octo." The red-haired man moved closer, his eyes flashing with the brilliance of a scheming person. "He's much more experienced and knowledgeable than us. If he insists that this woman is Magus, after we hand her over to him, it'll be... safer."
He changed his words in time, but both the black-bearded man and Bohemia had already guessed what he meant. After Octo took a look at her, if there was really a mistake, then Octo would be the one to blame, not the two of them. Bohemia nodded her head vigorously. She felt a little dizzy from the shaking. "Yes, yes, yes! Let's do that!"
When the three of them and a large crab reached the end of the corridor, Octo was pacing back and forth like a wolf trapped in a cage. He looked extremely agitated. When he turned round and saw Bohemia in the pincers, his eyes, which were heavily lined with black lashes, widened.
"Octo!" cried Bohemia at once, struggling violently in the pincers. Unfortunately, the translucent crab was attached to the black-bearded man. No matter how hard she tried, she could not break free. "Tell them that I'm not Magus! How the f * ck would I know that the person you're looking for is Magus? I'm looking for her myself! Tell me! If you don't say anything, I'll tear all your hair off next time! "
"She said she's not Magus," the black-bearded man stared at Octo's expression cautiously. "You've seen Magus, haven't you? Tell us, is she Magus? "
Octo and Bohemia stared into each other's eyes. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Only the veins on Octo's forehead gradually bulged.
Perhaps he could not bear the consequences, he closed his eyes and asked in a low voice, "... Why are you looking for her?"
Bohemia's words were tantamount to admitting that she was not Magus. Bohemia immediately became complacent. Without waiting for an answer, she turned around and ordered the black-bearded man, "Now that you know you've got the wrong person, let go of me!"
The black-bearded man glanced at Bohemia, but he only moved his eyes away in silence.
The red-haired young man sighed and muttered to himself.
Octo used a handkerchief to press the powder on his nose, as if he was trying to suppress his emotions. Bohemia's eyes swept across the group of people. "... Why are you guys not moving?"
"Bohemia," Octo finally spoke. His lips, which were smeared with dried rose lipstick, were trembling slightly. "Your combat power has been severely damaged. How can you still be as reckless as before? This time, you've learned your lesson. "
"What do you mean?" Bohemia's expression and breath froze.
"I'm afraid you'll never learn a lesson in your life," Octo sighed. "The only one, and also the last one."
Bohemia suddenly realized what they were going to do. She screamed angrily, "Why?"
"Because you know our target," the red-haired young man said in a low voice. "We can't let anyone know about this."
"That's not fair —"
Before he could finish his sentence, Bohemia had already punched the pincer with her Higher Consciousness. The pincer was slightly cracked open by the punch, and the red-haired young man quickly raised his right hand. Amidst the chaos, Bohemia raised her head inadvertently and saw Octo's pale, long face. "That's right. What's more, Bohemia's Higher Consciousness is Octo?" Bohemia's Higher Consciousness was like a fist.
His mouth was slightly open, but his eyes did not fall on anyone. Instead, he looked over Bohemia's shoulder and stared into the distance. Instinctively, Bohemia pulled her gaze closer.
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