Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 100 Pursuit

"Not bad, you have a lot of talent."

Tai'an removed the stoppers from the potion bottles and inspected each of the three bottles of life potion brewed by Liadlin. All three bottles were of standard quantity and met the required quality standards, with no defective products found.

"Thank you for your kind words!" Liadrin smiled gently.

"You can't attend classes at the academy normally. I'll leave the textbooks in the lab so you can study on your own. I'll answer any questions you have." Tai'an released all the textbooks from his spatial ring.

Monday morning's class was on ancient scripts, none of which were relevant.

"Thank you!" Liadlin stepped forward and hugged Taian, giving him kisses on both cheeks.

The boy looked slightly embarrassed: "Get some rest! I'll arrange for someone to cut your hair tomorrow morning."

"Young Master, could we sleep together tonight? I'd like to test your will."

"Let's talk about it later..."

Tai'an wanted to get a good night's sleep to replenish his depleted energy, so he refused without hesitation.

The night was quiet and peaceful.

The remaining snow quietly melted, turning into babbling streams that flowed down to the lower ground.

Outside the city, on a small hill, lies a cemetery. Beneath the pure white tombstones, the faint sounds of bustling voices can be heard.

Leisser raised his hand and pushed open the hidden door above his head. From the outside, it looked like a lush green meadow, but who would have thought that there was another world underground?

"Not bad, the quality of the recent batches has been very high! Especially the female swordsmen from the Sakura Snow Adventurer Group, they are very durable..." The slick-haired nobleman clicked his tongue meaningfully.

"If we're lucky, we'll get even better stuff in a few days," Lesser assured confidently.

"Are you sure you're not joking? I'm really looking forward to it!" The slick-back-haired nobleman grabbed Leisser's collar with a ferocious expression.

The Belland family held gatherings at different locations almost every day. Nobles who were fortunate enough to be invited would be picked up by a special carriage. Each location was used only once, and even if they returned afterwards, they would never be able to find any trace of the victims.

Furthermore, their targets are mostly migrant workers, and local residents have almost never reported them. Although there have been occasional disturbances, they have never attracted widespread attention.

Lesser smiled as he watched the guests depart, his gaze gradually turning cold as he murmured softly, "Aglaia..."

The best outcome would be to successfully catch the person.

Given Aglaia's inferior strength compared to Gorgran, he could easily take it down simply by sending out gang members with formal ranks to guard his doorstep, without even openly provoking the Blue Rose family...

The thought of the unparalleled beauty that was within easy reach made Lesser unable to suppress the flutter in his heart.

As for the possibility of provoking the two major official organizations, the Sheriff and the Night's Watch, he didn't think it would be a big problem. The occasional disappearance of a registered citizen wouldn't warrant a large-scale, city-wide search; it was mostly just a show of force due to pressure from the Blue Rose family.

In ten days or half a month, once the storm has passed, everything will return to calm.

Having just finished this order, Lesser plans to take a break for a while.

It was late at night, and the wind was biting cold.

The man named Wild Dog fled frantically, head down. His expression was contorted, and tears streamed from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't kill me, I have nothing to do with them."

In a mere instant, seven people, including the official leader Butcher's Blade, were decapitated. The last thing I remembered was the white flames burning beneath the hood.

"Netherfire, the Undead." The wild dog recognized it immediately, its heart filled with unparalleled horror.

I used to think that bards exaggerated the terror of the undead, but now it seems they greatly underestimated it!

Familiar faces who had been drinking and chatting together that night were all dead in less than a breath. The psychological impact on the stray dog ​​was far greater than on Aglaia.

If he hadn't happened to take on the sentry duty, he knew he would inevitably be one of them.

The stray dog ​​dared not go home, so it decided to go outside and lay low for a while, creating the illusion of being missing.

In this way, after a period of time, one can avoid subsequent trouble and repercussions.

But he had no extra money at the moment, and thinking of the hardship of being penniless and wandering, the stray dog ​​knew he couldn't bear it. After turning back to make sure no one was chasing him for a while, he simply slowed down and fell into deep thought.

We must find a way to get some money.

He could sneak home, confess to his family, and get some money. But he wouldn't get much. Most of his family members were just as poor.

The thoughts of begging, theft, and robbery flashed through my mind. They were somewhat feasible, but we weren't at that dead end yet.

The best way is to use the boss's name to get a deposit from the employer.

In a flash, the wild dog came up with a well-reasoned explanation and action plan.

After receiving the money, he planned to flee as the missing person from the incident, to find a secluded place far away from the capital.

I guess I'll never come back...

Midnight Man Tavern, west of the city, outside the Third Ring Road.

The dim kerosene lamp flickered, wisps of black smoke rose and swirled, and the slightly pungent smell of tar filled the air.

The radio volume was high, playing the evening storyteller channel; tonight's program was supernatural tales.

In a corner of the tavern, a man wearing a round hat and a black trench coat sat alone at a table. His demeanor and style were completely out of place with those around him.

However, no one objected or bothered them.

No matter where you are, there is no shortage of strong lone wolves.

The stray dog ​​strode over and sat down opposite the man in the black trench coat: "Sir, we've caught him. Can we talk outside?"

The man in the black trench coat nodded slightly, got up, and followed the stray dog ​​out of the tavern.

The two arrived at a secluded spot where no one else was around.

"Didn't Butcher Dao bring any men with him?"

"Sir, I'm just a messenger, please don't make things difficult for me. The goods are too good, and the boss thinks the transaction is too risky, so the previously agreed amount is somewhat inappropriate."

"Trying to raise prices at the last minute, is that it?" The man in the black trench coat's tone turned stern. "Does he have a death wish? Daring to negotiate with us?"

Wild Dog bowed deeply, his head drooping: "He's asking for a thousand gold coins, a 30% deposit first, and then he'll send the person over."

"Three hundred gold coins..." The man in the black trench coat narrowed his eyes dangerously. "I can promise you, but you must see the goods tonight! If the goods are even slightly damaged, they won't be worth the original price..."

"Yes..." Wild Dog slowly straightened up, his tone humble: "You need to give me the deposit; the boss won't see you directly."

"Three hundred gold coins—nobody carries that around casually! You just wait and see..."

A deep blue aura ignited around the man in the black trench coat, and with a few leaps and bounds, his figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

"He's actually an elite-level expert!" Wild Dog thought to himself in surprise.

Even among the major powers, elites are all at least mid-level strength. This one person alone is enough to easily wipe out their gang. Unless they poison him beforehand or set a trap, they have no chance of winning.

Never try to defeat them...

After I get the money, I need to come up with a plan to get rid of this person. I should be able to exploit his confidence and arrogance; that should give me an opportunity.

Thinking of the three hundred gold coins he was about to get, Wild Dog decided to take a gamble.

However, the next second.

An extremely cold and negative energy, like a venomous snake, crawled up his spine.

The wild dog trembled uncontrollably, an endless despair and fear rising in its heart. Suddenly turning around, it met the gaze of the empty eye sockets burning with pale soul fire.

(End of this chapter)