Wizard: I use my omniscience to interpret the truth.

Just as the cavalrymen approached Byron with mocking smiles, a smile suddenly appeared on Byron's previously expressionless face, and he extended his palm towards them.

Upon seeing Byron's expression and actions, the cavalrymen burst into laughter.

But their laughter didn't last long. It was as if something had grabbed their necks; their laughter stopped abruptly, and their expressions became stiff and terrified.

At that moment, a blazing fireball the size of a basketball suddenly appeared on Byron's outstretched palm.

The space around the fireball was also slightly distorted under the terrifyingly high temperature.

At the same time, that nauseating sound rang out again from inside the magnificent carriage.

"What are you all standing there for? Why aren't you making a move? Are you planning a rebellion?!"

Because their view was blocked by the cavalry, the two people sitting in the carriage did not see the fireball that Byron had produced.

As the fat man's dissatisfied voice rang out, the knights seemed to come back to their senses and were about to let out a terrified scream.

But they saw Byron gently raise a finger to his lips, gesturing for silence.

At the same time, the fireball in his palm began to pulsate violently, even drifting in front of the knights.

Sensing the intense heat emanating from the fireball before them, the knights fell silent, daring not to disobey Byron's demands.

They had no doubt that if they spoke, the fireball would burn them to ashes in the next moment.

The thought of this made the knights tremble even more.

Seeing this, Byron nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, now take me back to meet your esteemed Viscount."

Although Byron was furious, he did not lose his mind and go on a killing spree.

After all, the elemental fireball was intimidating enough, but its power was really too great, and he was not quite sure how to use it properly.

After all, there is an area-of-effect damage after the elemental fireball is activated.

He couldn't guarantee that the splashing flames wouldn't come into contact with the civilians around him.

Let alone being hit head-on, even being grazed by the splashing flames would be fatal; there would be no need to save them, they would be ready to be eaten alive, and their bodies would be left behind.

Byron also remembered the two ironclad rules that his mentor Isolde had warned him about.

The massacre of mortals is forbidden, and the future trajectory of the Cold Ash Kingdom must not be significantly affected.

Although the exact standard for "not massacring mortals" is unknown, judging from the wizard's nature, it would at least mean slaughtering an entire city, and not just one or two, but at least seven or eight.

This is what satisfies the wizard's nature.

However, this was just Byron's speculation; it's better to die as few people as possible.

Byron was not worried about it significantly affecting the future direction of the kingdom.

He's just a viscount, nothing serious. At most, it will affect the city of Severn.

Upon hearing Byron's request, the knights shuddered, knowing his intentions.

But seeing the fireballs bobbing around in front of them, they couldn't bring themselves to refuse and nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Byron nodded in satisfaction and then dispersed the fireball.

Then he walked in the middle of the knights, as if he were being captured and escorted by them.

Upon seeing this, the fat man's greedy and excited expression almost spread across his face.

Looking at Byron's handsome face and slender figure, the image of pinning him down involuntarily floated into his mind, and his body involuntarily became hot.

As for the effeminate man in his arms at this moment, he also sensed the change in the fat man and knew what he was thinking.

However, he dared not show any dissatisfaction towards the fat man, and could only become more and more resentful towards Byron, already planning how to deal with him once he fell into his hands.

How dare he seduce the Viscount!

However, just as the obese man and the effeminate man were indulging in their fantasies, the leader of the guards protecting the carriage noticed something was amiss.

Why isn't that captured kid scared at all? He can even laugh, while the soldiers I sent all have long faces!

Upon seeing this, the head guard did not hesitate and immediately shouted, "Be on guard! Don't let that man get close to the Viscount!!!"

Before the words were even finished, both the guards protecting the carriage and the soldiers standing on both sides of the road reacted quickly and split into two groups.

The guards who were originally protecting the carriage formed a human wall to shield it from behind.

Those standing on either side of the road were heading towards Byron, intending to surround him.

Upon being shouted at by the guard leader, the two men who were fantasizing in the carriage suddenly trembled, went limp, and showed a look of shame and anger on their faces.

"Alfred, why are you yelling all of a sudden?!"

The obese man shouted angrily at the head of the guards.

Alfred, however, looked at Byron with a wary expression, and simply replied to the fat man's question.

"Viscount, we'll hold him off for a bit. Just stay in the carriage and run towards Severn, and don't stop!"

At the same time, the soldiers standing on the city wall of Seville also saw this scene of guards protecting the carriage.

Upon seeing this, their expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly ran towards the city walls to rescue the viscount.

After all, if the viscount were to get into trouble in front of them, they would definitely be in deep trouble, at the very least suffering a severe blow.

Back on the main road, in front of the carriage.

At this moment, Byron looked at the guards rushing towards him and the carriage that was surrounded, and his smile grew even wider.

"I was originally going to spare your lives, but you insisted on courting death. What am I supposed to do now?"

Upon hearing Byron's voice, the cavalrymen standing around him instantly changed their expressions.

They were at least professionally trained soldiers, and at that moment, they didn't hesitate; instead, they instinctively drew their swords and swung them at Byron.

But before they could even draw their swords, their bodies went limp, their eyes instantly went dark, and they fell off their horses, motionless.

At the same time, a semi-transparent arm appeared in everyone's sight.

Upon seeing this, the other soldiers were fine, but the guard leader and the viscount's eyes narrowed, as if they had thought of something, their faces filled with disbelief and fear.

Seeing their reactions, Byron smiled.

It seems that, just as I thought, wizards are perhaps figures from fairy tales to ordinary people.

But for people of a certain status, even if they haven't actually seen a wizard, they at least know some fragments of rumors and know that wizards are not a myth.

In this way, another of Byron's troubles was also resolved.

Since there are signs of wizarding activity here, it means that he can buy some things he needs.

At least it meets the conditions for continuing one's own experiment.