"— — —!"
An invisible sound wave erupted and the Magicians who bore the brunt of the impact were sent flying.
"Master!"
Grey grabbed Ermelo II who was almost blown to the ground. She looked around and realized that Luvia, Falga, and the rest of the Magicians had collapsed to the ground. Although they didn't lose consciousness, it was apparent from their expressions that they weren't in a better state.
"What happened?"
"I can't move … Argh … Magic Seal …"
"Hahahaha!"
At this moment, the frivolous monk — or rather, Ashur Bowen's son who used to be a monk — stood up and raised his arms.
"Adelo, Peel City, open the door!"
Along with his roar, the door swung open.
It was like a scene from a nightmare. From all the angel statues in the castle, one spirit after another flew out, screaming and roaring.
"What … is that?"
Seeing this, Fresh Flowers was stunned.
"Spirits. That guy named Bowen must have killed a lot of people and sealed their spirits in these angel statues … Now that I think about it, it's disgusting."
Floral couldn't help but tremble when she heard the comment from the red ponytail. If what Xiao Hong said was true — Floral couldn't help but recall the angel statues on the walls, windows, pillars, doors, chairs, tables … If every angel statue represented a dead spirit, then how many were there exactly?
How many people did that guy named Ashur Bowen kill?
"Grey …"
Ermelo II sucked in a deep breath as he gazed at the large number of wraiths that pounced on him.
"M-Master …"
However, the young lady who stood in front of him was as pale as a sheet and her teeth were chattering incessantly. Looking at this scene, the monk who controlled the undead couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"How interesting, Miss Grey. You were born in a cemetery, but you're actually afraid of the undead!"
"…"
Without saying a word, Grey silently extended her right hand. But at this moment, she suddenly came to a halt.
This was because Grey saw that in front of the crazily surging resentful spirits, the girl with bright red, flame-like twin ponytails took out a sword out of thin air.
What's that?
It had a pitch-black hilt and a demon-like jaw. The silvery-white sword was engraved with a line of mysterious runes that she didn't recognize. This sword was shining with a light blue radiance, but the moment it appeared, Grey felt as if her soul was about to be completely frozen.
"Hey, hey, hey. What's that? This isn't good!"
Grey's screams rang in her ears, but she didn't even have the time to respond. She stared at the sword — — Grey felt as though her soul was being dragged, attracted, and imprisoned..
"I didn't expect to encounter so many evil spirits..
The bright red twin-pigtailed girl picked up the greatsword that was even taller than herself with one hand and raised it high.
"In that case, let her have her fill … Frostmourne, I'm hungry!"
"— — —!"
At the next moment, a gale whistled.
As though an enormous whirlpool had suddenly appeared at the bottom of the sea, the wind swirled and gathered toward the sword. The behavior of the evil spirits was even more surprising. They initially wanted to reap the lives of everyone present, but as soon as the sword appeared, they scrambled to escape as though they had seen something terrifying.
It was as though a charging army suddenly saw a flaming dragon blocking their path. The evil spirits turned around, shrieked, and flailed their arms in an attempt to escape from this land of death. However, their struggles were futile. The invisible chains seemed to have completely restrained these crazy souls. They were swept up by the violent winds and flew toward the silver-white sword. Then, they screamed and vanished into thin air.
In the blink of an eye, perhaps less than 10 seconds, everything vanished completely. Just like that, the thousands of undead wandering in the castle disappeared without a trace.
Swish!
The young lady with the scarlet ponytail flipped the sword and stabbed it into the ground.
"That's all … Forget it, it's better than nothing. Be content with what you have."
As she muttered to herself, she patted the hilt of the greatsword. Then, the silver-white greatsword quietly disappeared into thin air.
"…"
The surroundings were in dead silence.
Everyone was stunned at this moment, as if they had not reacted at all. Even magicians like Ermelo II, Luweiya, and Heine had the same stunned expression at this moment. It was as though at the end of a movie, when everyone was waiting for the final BOSS to appear and the next tough battle, the BOSS was slapped to death by a passerby.
The air was filled with silence and awkwardness.
But no matter what, this matter … had come to an end.
The next morning, everyone bade farewell and left Peel City one after another.
"So, you rejected my suggestion?"
Fangzheng crossed his arms and glared at Ermero II with ill intentions. As for Ermero II, he lowered his head.
"I'm sorry. This isn't something that I can decide. After all, I'm only a representative."
"Alright, alright. It's not like I didn't gain anything this time, so I'll let you off the hook. Since you can't decide, I'll find someone who can."
Although Heine and Rosalind weren't able to rope in the Emelo Family, they eventually agreed to Fangzheng's invitation and decided to join the Thousand Realms Tree. After all, they had come here for nothing. Asu Bowen's secret technique was clearly just a cover and bait. Even if they used their brains, they knew that since Asu Bowen was trying to revive his son, he would definitely not give his secret technique to outsiders. Besides, after this battle, Heine also discovered that the magic mark was a fatal weakness for a magician. If it weren't for Fangzheng and Fresh Flower, perhaps they would have been wiped out.
Therefore, in order to repay his life-saving grace and dig out the magic mark in his body, Heine agreed to let the Illista Family join the Thousand Realms Tree. To Fangzheng, this was more or less a gain. At least they didn't come here for nothing.
As for the monk who had been reincarnated, Fangzheng had already extracted the soul of Ashu Bowen's son from his body. However, as a result, his soul was fragmented. He might end up in a vegetative state in the future.
But this had nothing to do with Fangzheng.
"Excuse me … Miss Red Ponytail."
Hearing this, Grey couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Are you coming to the Clock Tower too?"
"Hahaha. That's not it. I'll find another place to meet you."
Facing Grey's question, Fangzheng waved his hand with a grin.
"I will only appear in the Clock Tower under one circumstance, and that is when the Thousand Realms Tree decides to declare war on the Clock Tower … Just hope that you won't see me there."
With that said, Fangzheng turned around smugly.
"Fresh Flower, let's go!"
"Okay, Xiao Hong."
Grey gulped a mouthful of saliva. Even though the Red Ponytail sounded like she was joking, Grey knew that … she definitely wasn't joking.
So … if Master doesn't join them, then one day in the future, he and Miss Red Ponytail will meet on the battlefield?
Grey clenched her fists at this thought.
"That's why you see. I told you that there's no need for reasoning."
Fangzheng yawned and said to Fresh Flower as they walked down the mountain path.
"See? What puzzle? What legacy? It's all nonsense. In the end, it's all because of the Magician. How does it feel to go from suspense reasoning to a horror film?"
"Frankly speaking … It's really shocking …"
Fresh Flower pondered for a moment before giving her answer to Fangzheng's question.
"To be honest, before this, I never thought about what kind of people the Magician was. But now … I more or less understand the existence of the Magician."
"That's right. This is also the reason why Fiore sent you here this time."
With that said, Fangzheng patted Hua Xinhua on the shoulder with a grin.
"Observe, think, and come up with your own answers. Dogmatic slogans and learning can't replace the results of personal experience … Of course, the premise is that your views are correct. Most importantly, your standpoint is right. As the saying goes, one's standpoint determines right and wrong. If you lose your standpoint, then the evaluation of right and wrong is meaningless. "
"But, it's a little regrettable …"
"Hmm?"
"I feel like it's a little …"
Facing Fangzheng's curious gaze, Fresh Flower didn't know what to say.
"… All in all, it's a little strange …"
"It's understandable. After all, it's different from ordinary movie plots. It's normal to have such thoughts."
With that said, Fangzheng smiled and winked at the flowers.
"But, do you want to hear my answer?"
"Huh?"
"To put it bluntly, it's not a reasoning or a mystery at all. It's just a third-rate emotional soap opera."
Fangzheng closed the book that he had taken out at some point in time with a "pa" sound.
"Soap opera?"
"That's right. You remember that Sherlock Holmes once said that the second victim, the old man in the wheelchair, used to do some research with Ashur Bowen in this Peel City, right?"
"Yes …"
Yuehua recalled for a moment before nodding. As for Fangzheng, he revealed a strange smile.
"In fact, that old man … had an affair with Ashur Bowen's wife. And it was after that that Ashur Bowen's wife gave birth to a son. "
"Oh … Huh?"
Hearing this, Xianghua nodded subconsciously at first, but after a while, she reacted.
"Huh?!!!"
"Then, could it be that Ashur Bowen's son is actually …"
"Who knows? After all, a magician definitely wouldn't do a DNA test. Maybe he knew that he was being cheated on, but he wasn't willing to let it go. But of course, Ashur Bowen wouldn't let go of his wife who cheated on him … The strange monster you saw was created by Ashur Bowen using her … "
"How is that possible …"
Fresh Flower had goosebumps all over her body.
"To a certain extent, it's normal. My friend slept with my wife, and they even have a child who I don't know the father of. If this were to happen in any family in the world, it would cause a bloody case. Divorce is considered good, and it's normal for someone to die. It's just that because he's a magician, this life is a little strange. "
Fangzheng spread his arms apart.
"That's why I said that this is actually a third-rate emotional soap opera."
In the end, Fangzheng used this sentence to put an end to their trip.
The train ride back to London was as boring as usual. Fangzheng sat on the chair and watched the scenery fly by. He yawned in boredom. At this moment, he turned to Fresh Flower sitting opposite him. The black-haired young lady leaned against the window and rested her chin on her right hand while looking at the scenery outside.
For some reason, Fangzheng associated her with a certain stubborn and awkward person with long, silver-white hair, wearing a white dress.
"Hmm? What's wrong? Xiao Hong? "
Sensing Fangzheng's gaze, Fresh Flower turned around curiously. Fangzheng waved his hand with a smile. But at this moment, a bright light flashed in her mind.
"By the way, Fresh Flower."
"Hmm?"
"I remember seeing … You have a brother?"
"Ah … Yes."
For Fangzheng to suddenly ask this question, Fresh Flower was somewhat surprised, but she still sat properly and nodded.
"How is the relationship between you siblings?"
"Very good … I like my brother very much, but …"
Saying until here, Fresh Flower clenched her fist.
"Recently, he was fascinated by a vixen!"
"Vixen?"
"Yes, she's also from our school. She's a very thick-skinned vixen. Brother treated her a little better, so she shamelessly stuck to him! Really! Because of this, he actually came to the school gate several times to wait for her! At first, I thought he was here to pick me up … "
Speaking until here, Fresh Flower's body seemed to emit a strange black gas … Yes, it shouldn't be an illusion.
This is resentment.
"Then …"
Looking at Fresh Flower in front of him, Fangzheng smiled and planned to tease her again. However, at this moment, suddenly, a light voice sounded beside them.
"I'm very sorry to disturb the two of you. May I sit here?"
"Hmm?"
Fangzheng turned his head and didn't know when, but there was a girl beside them. She looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old. She had a head of long black hair and wore a dress that was as black as her hair.
And at the girl's feet, there was a big, furry white dog.
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