Varga glanced at the traces of battle left behind in the room. She then looked at Sevallos, who was lying on the ground. Her eyes were filled with disgust and pity. She then walked to the window and locked her eyes on a direction in the dark night. That direction was where Marguerite had just left.
There was only about a minute left before Marguerite left. If Marguerite chose to warn and chase after her, there was a high chance that she would catch up with Marguerite. However, she didn't do that. Instead, she returned to the room and stayed there quietly for another minute. Then, she took out a small bell from her space ring and gently shook it.
The small bell didn't make any sound, but after about ten seconds, five wizards in black robes rushed into the room. They were all intermediate wizard apprentices. Their expressions were cold, and their auras were fierce. One look and you could tell that they were not to be trifled with.
Seeing these people come in, Varga didn't wait for them to speak. Instead, she said in a deep voice, "Hurry up and inform Steward Viktor. There are outsiders in the hospital!"
Hearing Varga's words, the five wizards' originally cold faces immediately turned serious. They exchanged glances, and one of them immediately took out a piece of communication paper. After quickly writing down a message, the communication paper lit up with a white light, and the message was sent out.
Victor arrived very quickly. It had only been five minutes since the message was sent to him, and he had already appeared in the room.
As soon as Viktor entered the room, his eyes swept across the faces of everyone in the room. The five black-robed Magi explained that they didn't dare to look Viktor in the eye and respectfully lowered their heads. Valga, on the other hand, was completely unaffected by Viktor's gaze.
Viktor didn't waste any time. He checked Sevallos, who was lying on the ground, and asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"
"Seven minutes ago, I came back from the lab and wanted to go to the pharmacy to get something. I happened to pass by here, and I felt energy waves in Dr. Cevallos's consultation room, so I rushed in and found Dr. Cevallos in this state. A woman was interrogating Dr. Cevallos, so I got into a fight with the sorceress. After that, neither of us could defeat the other, and the sorceress saw that the situation was bad, so she ran away …"
"For safety's sake, I didn't follow her. I've already checked Sevallos's condition. He must have been plotted against and consumed the truth-telling potion. However, from the residue of the potion on his body, I came in just in time. The female wizard might have just started the interrogation!" Varga said calmly.
After listening to Varga's explanation, Viktor ended his examination of Sevallos, who was lying on the ground. He took out a small medicine bottle from his space ring and poured out a small pill for Sevallos to consume. Then, he carefully checked the room for signs of a battle. Finally, he looked coldly at the five wizards, who didn't dare to raise their heads.
"Trash! A bunch of trash! " Steward Viktor's face was livid as he scolded them in a deep voice. His voice was filled with anger.
The five black-robed adepts instantly lowered their heads even more. They didn't dare to refute or defend themselves!
"Right now, we're in dire need of manpower. The five of you will temporarily receive ten lashes each. Once this is over, I'll settle the score with you!" Viktor's cold gaze swept across the five of them as he said sinisterly.
Upon hearing the word 'whipping', a bitter expression surfaced on the faces of the five black-robed Magi. However, none of them dared to resist Victor's punishment, and all of them nodded their heads in unison. "Yes!"
Viktor pointed at Sevallos, who was lying on the ground. His eyes flashed with disdain as he said, "Bring this guy back to the safe house. Guard him strictly and wait for my return!"
A moment later, the five black-robed wizards brought the unconscious Sevallos out of the room. Only Viktor and Valga were left in the room.
"What are the characteristics of the Magus who snuck in?" Viktor asked solemnly after taking a deep look.
Hearing Viktor's question, Varga's lips curled into a faint smile. She said calmly, "Steward Viktor, didn't you check this place just now? With your ability, shouldn't you know what's going on? "
Viktor ignored Varga's little mockery and said coldly, "I'll ask again. What are the characteristics of the intruder you fought with?"
"The peak of an intermediate Apprentice Magus. Blood Witchcraft. His face is definitely not his real face!" In the face of Viktor's interrogation, Varga could only tell the truth.
Viktor's old face didn't show any signs of surprise after hearing Varga's three points. He remained silent for a moment and said to Varga, "Guersey will be back in a month. Stop the evolution and processing of that thing first. Leave the rest to me!"
"Stop the purification and processing of that thing. I can't make the decision without teacher here!" Varga immediately refuted Viktor's request.
"I'll ask Professor!" Before Varga could finish, Viktor said in a deep voice. His old voice was full of dissatisfaction.
"Very well. After receiving Professor's order, I'll stop the purification and processing of that thing!" Varga ignored Viktor's dissatisfaction and said calmly.
After receiving Varga's reply, Viktor turned around and left. However, when he reached the door, he paused and said, "Varga, I know you're dissatisfied with me, but I'm telling you that you still need time. I hope you won't make the wrong choice!"
Viktor didn't wait for Varga's reply and walked out of the room. Only Varga was left in the room. A mocking smile appeared on her delicate face.
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Loen East District, 16 Rand Street. In the alchemy workshop on the second floor of Connor's apartment, Connor was anxiously busy. In his alchemy furnace, there was a glass ball-like object that was constantly being refined by Connor's Spirit Fire. The impurities on the glass ball that couldn't be seen with the naked eye were constantly being stripped away under the refinement of the Spirit Fire. The entire glass ball looked rounder and more restrained!
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