Angor lowered the brim of his hat and watched as the two men dragged Dodoro to the carriage.
"Boss, I think he's an idiot."
Dodoro didn't look scared at all. His eyes were as clear as a baby's, and he simply stared at Angor.
"Idiot? Don't tell me he's playing dumb? " The scar-faced man walked over and grabbed Dodoro by the collar. Dodoro's clear eyes were filled with disbelief as he threw Dodoro aside.
Dodoro rolled on the ground and was covered in dust. But he quickly got up with a sad look and walked to Angor with a pitiful look.
Angor was standing right next to the scarred man, but the others couldn't see him. They only saw Dodoro running back to the scarred man and looking at him with a pitiful look. It was such a silly thing to do.
"So he really is an idiot." The man with the scar humphed and looked at Dodoro's face. "But he's not bad looking. Maybe I can …"
When the man tried to figure out Dodoro's value, one of his men suddenly brightened up. "Boss, I heard Madam Mary likes to torture innocent men like this. Plus, this one looks good. Maybe Madam Mary can sell him to her for a good price!"
Even though the man was talking about selling Dodoro right in front of him, Dodoro didn't seem to understand. He just kept staring at Angor like a puppy. Since Angor had already activated Infinite Reticence, Dodoro was worried that Angor would disappear if he didn't pay attention.
"Hahaha! You're right. Looks like this little lamb is destined to be whipped by Madam Mary." The man with the scar laughed out loud. Dodoro wouldn't tell anyone about what happened today anyway. Selling Dodoro would earn him a lot of money. Of course he was happy about it. "Not bad. There's a bonus today! You, come here and keep an eye on him. I can't wait to see today's appetizer! Hahahaha! "
The man with the scar pointed at the man who suggested the plan and ordered him to guard Dodoro. He himself walked to the front of the black carriage, picked up the machete on his back, and hacked down at the black carriage.
The man was as fat as a ball, but when he used all his strength, blue veins bulged on his muscular arms.
With just one slash, the carriage was split into two halves.
Angor noticed that the man released a strange aura from his body and flowed to his arms through his meridians, which gave him an unimaginable power.
Angor was familiar with this power. It was the power of faith of knights.
Knights didn't believe in gods, kings, or demons. They believed in the spirit of chivalry and self-restraint. Through self-restraint, they could refine their blood and organs and turn them into power.
Angor's power of faith was something he heard about before he entered the wizarding world.
However, ever since he entered the wizarding world, he had learned a lot. The so-called Knight's Power of Faith was, in fact, a very shallow method for bloodline adepts to refine their bodies.
Every creature's bloodline was a bloodline. The power of a knight was actually to train one's own bloodline, turning it from a hidden to a dominant one.
In the end, it was still the power of the bloodline. However, this kind of rough polishing method was suitable for everyone, and it did not even require the spiritual power to reach a certain level. Therefore, the wizarding world did not declare the "copyright" of this method and allowed it to spread among the mortals.
If he did not join the wizarding world, he would have chosen to become a knight as well.
…
The sound of horse hooves hissed, and a woman wearing a pink and white tutu skirt rolled down from the carriage that was broken into two halves. Originally, she was trembling in fear, and at this time, seeing the fiendish One-eyed Brotherhood around her, she was so scared that she collapsed and screamed.
Following the woman's scream and the horse's hooves, the situation quickly turned into chaos.
The horse neighed in fright. The scar-faced man dug his ears and did not stop. He walked directly to the panicked horse and swung his saber, cutting the horse into two halves.
Blood and intestines flowed out of the horse's stomach.
All the Cyclops Brotherhood members were excited by the smell of blood and Margot's scream. They began to cheer loudly.
Even the coachman was so frightened by the sudden stench that he closed his eyes.
Dodoro and Angor were the only ones who didn't react at all. Dodoro had been soaking in blood for thousands of years. Of course, he wouldn't mind the smell. Angor, on the other hand, had his Purification Field activated, so he couldn't smell anything. Even if he did, he wouldn't react. Between passion and indifference, wizards always chose the latter.
Perhaps they were too excited, because some people in the fields looked at them. However, when they saw the group of people, they quickly ran away.
The man signaled one of his men to take care of the one who ran away. Then, he took out a glowing ring from his pocket with a smile.
"Didn't you say we'll be discovered if we take Margot hostage?" The man walked to the coachman and kicked him to the ground. "Let me tell you something. What we did today will be forgotten forever. Leonrick's good days are coming to an end. The whole of Water Grasse will fall into Mister Magician's nightmares! Ahahahahaha!"
As he spoke, the scarred man gently turned the emerald on his ring. Following this gentle turn, ripples appeared in the surrounding air … Then, everyone was enveloped by the ripples.
The coachman helped Margot to her feet. "What's going on?" He asked in shock and fear. "What happened? What's going on? Why do you have such power?! "
"Do you know what this is?" asked the man with a proud look.
"Mister Magician gave this to us. It's called the Ring of Illusion. Do you know what's going on? Ahahahaha! Let me tell you something. No one can see what we're doing inside the ring! If anyone else came here, they would only see an empty field of … horse corpses? Broken carriages? Margot? And you? None of you are here. "
"This is the power of Transcendence! A power that mortals can't reach! And Leonrick? He'll die under Mister Magician's iron fist sooner or later! "
Perhaps it was because of the scarred man's words, the lackey that he had sent to kill the witnesses returned at this time. However, he couldn't find them even after wandering around the carriages for a long time. It was as if he was trapped in a maze. He was right next to them, but he couldn't find the entrance.
Seeing this, the Brotherhood members laughed.
The man ordered a man who looked like a captain to drag the man into the range of the Ring of Illusion.
Seeing such an inconceivable power, the coachman fell into despair … How could they escape from such an extraordinary power?
"See? Water Grasse — no, the entire Zeal Dominion — will belong to Mister Magician!" The man laughed and raised his machete at the coachman. "I don't have time to play with you anymore! Take Margot away. As for the old man, he'll stay here. "
…
When the man raised his machete, Angor's eyes glinted.
He was not a person who liked to join in the fun, nor was he a person who liked to stand out. The Cyclops Brotherhood might be evil, but he didn't know if they would help him.
The reason why he came here was because he felt the power of illusion. The illusion wasn't strong, but he could tell that something was wrong.
The presence of an illusion meant that there was a supernatural being here.
Angor wanted to know where this place was and where it was located in the wizarding world. It was possible to find the location of this place in the mortal world, but there was little information about the southern wizarding region in the mortal world. Most of it was in the hands of supernatural beings.
If he could talk to the person behind the Ring of Illusion, he might be able to get more useful information.
As for the coachman …
Angor didn't mind saving his life since he sincerely warned Dodoro to run away.
Angor looked at the machete in the man's hand and sneered.
The coachman covered his head with his hands while trembling. Margot was dragged aside by the two men. Tears streamed down her face as she screamed in fear.
The coachman thought he was going to die. Images of his life flashed across his mind.
But after a long time, the coachman didn't feel any pain … Was he already dead? He trembled and looked up in confusion.
As soon as he turned around, the sparkling and translucent light dazzled his eyes.
It took him a while to regain his senses. When he saw what was going on, he was shocked. It wasn't that the man was soft-hearted. He wasn't dead. It turned out that a crystal clear ice wall suddenly appeared between the two of them. The machete of the scarred man fell, but now it was frozen in the ice wall and couldn't be pulled out.
"W-what's going on? Why is there an ice wall?! "The Brotherhood members all pointed at the wall in shock.
A trace of shock flashed across the scar-faced man's face, but he returned to normal in an instant. With a solemn expression, he asked, "Excuse me, are you Sir Magician?"
No one answered.
The scarred man looked around and saw that his followers were all shocked, the coachman was surprised, and Margot was still being held captive, but she was still shouting for help.
It's not the coachman, not the boy, and not Margot either …
Finally, the man looked at Dodoro. Dodoro was the only outsider who showed up out of nowhere. He didn't panic at the sight of blood. Instead, he kept smiling even when he was being bullied.
Could it be that this guy was pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger? If that was the case … The man recalled how he slapped Dodoro and felt cold sweat running down his back.
He signaled his lackeys to release Dodoro and walked to Dodoro with a smile. "Please forgive me for my rudeness, sir." As he spoke, the scar-faced man slapped himself in the face. The force of the slap wasn't light, and a bloody tooth flew out of his mouth.
He knew how terrifying supernatural beings could be, so he didn't hesitate to slap himself even though it was just a suspicion.
However, he didn't get any response from Dodoro after slapping himself several times. The man slowly looked up at Dodoro.
Dodoro didn't even look at him.
"Could it be that he guessed wrong?" The scarred man looked around again.
When he slapped himself, his lackeys, coachman, and Margot all gave him strange looks. However, the scar-faced man did not feel anything. If there was really a supernatural being beside him, even if he had to cut off his own limbs, he would not hesitate as long as he could survive.
Finally, he looked around and fixed his eyes on Dodoro's face.
Everyone else was behaving normally. The only abnormal one was this idiot who had appeared out of nowhere.
Is it really him?
The man carefully observed Dodoro's expression. Despite his brutish appearance, he was the leader of the biggest underground organization in Water Grasse, the One-Eyed Brotherhood. Naturally, he had a unique ability to recognize people, as well as a keen sense of observation.
The scar-faced man took a closer look at Dodoro and noticed something strange about Dodoro. Why did he keep staring at the same direction? And his eyes were filled with joy. Could it be that there was someone he was familiar with in that direction?
The scar-faced man followed Dodoro's gaze but saw nothing.
Just as the scar-faced man turned around, a warning suddenly sounded in his mind.
No!
He saw it!
A man wearing a black and white checkered windbreaker and a strange smiling top hat suddenly appeared out of thin air!!
There was nothing there just a second ago!
Under the shocked gazes of the man and the others, the man took off his hat and put a hand on his chest with a smile.
"Sorry for the intrusion. Good afternoon, everyone."
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