That was how terrifying an Advanced Spell was. In just a short period of time, Chris's team had already lost two of their best members. Both of them were fairly strong, yet they had died before they could even catch a glimpse of their enemy.
At this moment, Chris's back was drenched in sweat. Only a Magician could understand a Magician the best. He knew that he had met an expert tonight. Strictly speaking, the Temporal Rift was a defensive spell. High-level Magicians often used this spell to protect themselves. By creating a large number of small wind blades around themselves, it was as if time and space were being torn apart, preventing melee classes from getting close to them.
However, the opponent's casting speed was fast, and his movements were subtle. He had actually turned the Temporal Rift into a restrictive spell. At this moment, Chris and his team were within the range of the Temporal Rift, but unlike the spellcaster, they did not know the location of each rift. It was as if they were trapped here.
The young nobleman's expression was also very ugly. He was also a Magician, so he naturally knew how powerful this level-six spell was. What made him even more uneasy was that the opponent had clearly lured them here on purpose. Why would the marked dragon crystals appear here? Where were the teams he had sent to kill Gagarin now?
The second fireball answered him. This time, the target of the fireball was the Priest in the team. The Priest's eyes were wide open, and he looked at the fireball in horror as it flew toward his lower abdomen. However, because of what happened to the swordsman, he did not know whether he should dodge or not. Fortunately, Chris finally made his move. The surrounding temperature suddenly began to drop, and everyone present could not help but shiver. Rapid Cooldown was a very common level-three spell, but in the hands of an Intermediate Magician, it had a magical effect.
This small park was located on the coast, and the air was very humid. The sudden drop in temperature caused the water vapor to condense, forming pieces of small ice crystals. As soon as the ice crystals came close to the invisible wind blades, they would be mercilessly cut open, which was equivalent to exposing the location of the wind blades.
Looking at the densely packed cracks around them, everyone felt their scalps go numb. The Priest almost rolled and crawled to avoid the fireball.
"Hmm, not bad." A dark shadow slowly walked out from the woods behind the bench. Rob was munching on the apple he stole from the old magician's house. He glanced at the two people on the ground who were no longer breathing. That night outside the restaurant, he had already discovered that the ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness of the Matthews family was not inferior to the heresy inquisition. Therefore, Your Honor did not have the slightest hint of apology on his face towards the corpse he had personally created.
"Who is Your Honor? Why did he attack us for no reason?" Chris was a little bewildered, but he still shouldered the responsibility of a team leader and asked.
"It's not for no reason. Two weeks ago outside the small restaurant in the south of the city, it was your people who wanted to kill me first." The crisp sound of the apple was particularly ear-piercing in the quiet park.
Murray's expression changed. Before this, the young noble had been guessing and investigating who killed the people he had arranged to clear the small restaurant that night. However, just like with the police Guard, he did not find any clues. Until tonight, when he met the young noble again, the young noble finally had some impression of him. He pointed at Rob and said in surprise, "It's you! The guy who was flirting with the waitress at the door that night? "
The quasi magus raised his eyebrows. "Hmm, it's rare that you still remember me. That's great. This saves you the trouble of crying and screaming for me to explain what happened between us when I make my move."
The young noble broke out in a cold sweat. "Wait, I now know the cause of the matter. I admit that this matter was indeed our fault, but fortunately, Your Honor did not suffer any losses. So, I have a suggestion." He pointed at the metal cylinder on the ground. "Since Your Honor snatched the twenty dragon crystals in this cylinder, they naturally belong to Your Honor. We have no objections to this. In addition, I can give you another twenty dragon crystals as an apology."
"Two hundred thousand gold coins to buy your four remaining lives?" The future supreme magus Your Honor rubbed his chin, as if calculating whether this was a good deal.
"No, not four. Just my life. You can do whatever you want with the other three." The young noble's words caused the expressions of his three companions to change drastically.
"Oh, I didn't know that your life was so valuable."
Seeing that Fang seemed to be wavering, hope rose in the young noble's heart. What he was most worried about was actually meeting a hothead with a strong sense of justice. Seeing that there was still room for negotiation, he hurriedly struck while the iron was hot. "Don't worry. Although I don't have that much money on me right now, I can inform my family to raise money for me. At the latest, in three days, oh no, before tomorrow night, I can send the money to you."
"There's no need to go through so much trouble. Don't you have something very valuable on you?" The quasi magus said leisurely. "Tsk tsk, I have to admit that this thing that the Matthews family spent so much effort to repair at all costs is quite curious."
Murray was shocked. "How do you know our origins?"
"Not only do I know your origins, I also know who destroyed this magitek." The future supreme magus Your Honor smiled.
The young noble's expression changed several times before he finally smiled bitterly. "This thing really isn't as valuable as you think. This is just a functional magitek. Apart from us who urgently need it, it isn't worth much in the hands of others."
"Oh? What does this thing do? "
The young noble was obviously hesitant about this question. However, his life was now in the hands of the other party. After much consideration, he finally chose to reveal everything he knew. However, he deliberately concealed the target's name. This was also his bottom line. The young noble knew that there were things in this world that were worse than death.
"The family wants to kill a person, but we don't know where this person is. This magitek's function is to locate a person. As long as a person's name is engraved on the back of the dial, the needle will point in their direction. Once the distance between the holder and the person is less than ten miles, the needle will tremble. The closer the person is to the target, the more the needle will tremble. However, this function can only be used once every ten years. I've just used the quota this time, so this magitek is now useless to Your Honor."
As if worried that the fellow in front of him would not believe his explanation, the young noble took out the compass from his pocket. "If you don't believe me, look at this. For example, the direction it's pointing at right now …"
The young noble's words came to an abrupt halt as if someone had grabbed his throat.
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