I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 160 The Purpose of the Wanderers' Association

As soon as Talia finished speaking, the people at the table all turned to look at her with surprise.

Except for Wilder.

His gaze was hard to decipher, but the bitter smile on his lips was genuine.

Talia's idea did not surprise him.

She probably doesn't even know who Monk is, but that doesn't matter; what she wants to eliminate is the entire investigation team.

After all, they were trying to hunt her down, and almost succeeded.

If he hadn't rescued Talia from the border forest overnight, she might have actually been brought under Monk's control by now.

Just as monsters are naturally filled with hatred for humans, humans cannot simply ignore the red dragon.

For no apparent reason, there is an irreconcilable conflict between Talia and the investigation team; it's a matter of life or death.

What about Wilder himself?

To be honest, he wanted to help Joffrey.

It wasn't because of friendship. He and Joffrey were definitely friends and had even gone through thick and thin together, but it wasn't enough for him to risk the rest of his life for him.

He held this belief because if he were in the same situation as Joffrey, he probably wouldn't drag him down with him.

This is why he didn't get any other teammates to help him rescue Talia last night.

However, he still wanted to help Joffrey.

Because he wanted to kill Monk.

Even after Monk tested him several times, he felt a restrained yet violent anger towards this man.

Was it because he threatened Talia?

Wilder wasn't sure, but he had a feeling that Wilder had already been labeled an enemy.

Rather than being dragged to the brink by the mission, he subconsciously believed that he was more likely to be the one who would eventually face Monk.

Talia was stunned by the stares of everyone around her, and even stopped chewing her meat.

I'm still not full.

But it doesn't seem like the right time to eat.

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Why are they looking at me like that?

Did I say something wrong?

Don't they want to help Joffrey kill that guy named Monk?

Talia's idea was simple.

Joffrey is their friend, and they would definitely lend a helping hand when a friend is in trouble.

She had heard Wilder say that they always helped each other when they were on missions in the forest.

He would help him kill a kobold, he would help him take down a goblin; these things happened frequently.

Help him kill a Monk.

It doesn't sound like there's anything wrong with it.

But why are they looking at me with those strange eyes?

Finally, she looked to Wilder for help.

Wilder gave her a reassuring smile, as if to tell her not to worry about it and to leave it to him.

"I will help Joffrey too."

He said calmly.

Sure enough, everyone else immediately turned their attention to Wilder.

Talia breathed a sigh of relief, continued chewing the beef in her mouth, and took a sip of the newly ordered ale.

"However, it's difficult to help him kill Monk, but we can help him escape."

Wilder explained, "If he hadn't bothered Monk at all, the investigation team wouldn't have been hostile towards him, and in the end, the only one who would have been running away would have been the Wanderers' Guild."

The others agreed and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, the Wanderers' Guild probably isn't in every town. Joffrey just needs to find somewhere else to live."

Cyrion finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This soldier, who had the air of an older brother, had been saved by Joffrey once, and he genuinely wanted to risk his life for his friend.

But at the same time, he couldn't let go of Martha, who was sitting opposite him.

This left him disoriented; the soldier's simple and straightforward thought process tormented his nerves, making him restless.

"But that's a story for later. Let's wait for Joffrey to come back first."

Wilder smiled. "Perhaps we don't need to do anything; we can just watch the show."

Watching a play?

Others were puzzled.

But Wilder, this young man, had a kind of magic. Whether it was because of his meticulous logic or his charming face, he always inspired a sense of inexplicable trust in people.

Just then, Ella came to the table carrying two large platters of freshly baked roast meat.

In addition, there were several glasses of freshly added ale, which were mellow, chilled, and very palatable.

Gru was already hungry and reached out to take some, but Lyle stopped him.

"What? You just stole a rib from me, I'm not going to let you have it this time!"

Lyle rolled his eyes at him, then squinted his narrow eyes and looked out the window: "Joffrey is back, let's wait for him."

"Alright then."

Gru lowered his hand.

Perhaps because he hesitated earlier about helping Joffrey assassinate Monk, he decided to make up for it by eating meat.

The others didn't move either, all turning their heads towards the door, waiting for Joffrey and the news he would bring back.

"Bang!"

A few seconds later, the door was indeed pushed open.

Joffrey did indeed return.

Compared to before, he was soaked even more thoroughly this time, the black leather armor reflecting the luster of the rain, and his whole body exuding a heavy dampness.

Lyle, with the best eyesight, was the first to see Joffrey's face clearly, and a relaxed smile immediately appeared on his face.

As Joffrey strode over, the renewed composure on his face finally came into everyone's view.

It's good news!

Sure enough, he walked to the table, raised the glass of chilled ale that had just been served, and drank it down in one gulp with great gusto.

"Did you ask?"

After he finished his drink, Cyrion asked impatiently.

"I asked around, I asked a total of ten people."

Joffrey wiped his wine-stained lips with his rain-soaked sleeve, then turned to Wilder and said with slight excitement, "Wilder, just as you said, I was absolutely shocked when I found out about their mission!"

A smile appeared on Wilder's face, along with a genuine sense of relaxation.

"What exactly is their mission? Stop keeping us in suspense!" Gru urged.

"Their mission is very similar to mine."

Joffrey said, enunciating each word clearly, "Some assassinated Harris, some assassinated Pike, and some even did exactly what I did—assassinate Monk!"

Except for Wilder, everyone else instinctively widened their eyes.

"And without exception, all the people we mentioned assassinating in our missions were members of the investigation team."

Joffrey continued, "I asked ten people, and the assassination targets included seven of them. I estimate the complete list involves all members of the investigation team."

The Wanderers' Association is planning to assassinate the entire investigation team?!

What's going on?

"So I think the Wanderers' Guild's goal isn't to assassinate Monk, nor is it to get rid of me, but rather—"

After saying this, Joffrey turned to look at Wilder beside him, waiting for him to continue.

You're right.

Wilder smiled slightly, "The true purpose of your Wanderers' Association—"

"They probably want to get rid of the investigation team from Tiewen Town as soon as possible."

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