Wizard Earl

"After receiving news of Cohen Trang's death, I've been conducting a secret investigation for the past few months to see who killed my son. However, the Rondo Manor auction was extremely tight-lipped about the identities of the guests, and I had no clue whatsoever until a week ago, when an old friend of mine finally found out the whole story and wrote me a letter!"

At this point, Adolf, his aged eyes flashing with hatred, jumped down from the cargo container, walked to the container where Prince Boateng was, and said to Prince Boateng in a low, hateful voice:

"Prince Boateng, you bastard! If you had listened to me and obediently taken the train back to the Odin Empire and returned to your Boateng family after learning that Bispin had come to Frosinone, even if I knew you were the murderer of my poor little Cohen Trang, I couldn't do anything to you!"

"But you chose to stay in Frosinone so you could kill Connor Ferguson and avenge Reyes for losing his arm in Benitezburg! Isn't that... you're helping me get revenge on you, Prince Boateng? Shouldn't I thank you properly?"

"Stop talking! Adolf, do it!" Sensing the hatred in Adolf's words, Prince Boateng closed his eyes and said defiantly:

Upon hearing Prince Boateng's words, a cruel yet eerie smile appeared on Adolf's aged face. He shook his finger at Prince Boateng and said, "No, no, no... Prince, you're overthinking it. Why would I be so foolish as to personally lay a hand on you? I'm not that stupid!"

"Prince Boateng, don't think I don't know that you have been afflicted with the unique Blood Soul Curse of your Boateng family. Whoever kills you will be entangled by the Blood Soul Curse and will be detected by your family's Blood Soul Instrument. So why would I be stupid enough to personally take action against you!" Adolf's voice became extremely gentle at the end, and then he slowly took out something that looked like an oak barrel from his spatial ring and gently tapped it.

"Click! Click! Click! Click!"

Hearing the somewhat muffled voice, Adolf looked at Prince Boateng and said, "Believe me, Prince Boateng, you'll be very interested in the little thing in this bucket!"

Although Prince Boateng's eyes were closed, his spiritual power seemed to have sensed what was inside the oak barrel. He suddenly opened his eyes, glared at Adolf, and said fiercely, "Adolf, do you know how Cohen Trang, your son, died?"

"He offended me, he offended a member of the Boateng family in West Ham, Adolf, do you know what will happen to you?"

"So my men didn't kill him easily. They first crippled your son's two arms and two legs, and then, while he was conscious, they peeled off his anus bit by bit. To prevent him from dying from the pain, we fed him recovery drugs from time to time so that he could feel the pain more clearly!"

"Adolf, do you know how miserable Cohen Trun's howls were? Hahaha, even now, thinking about it makes me feel good. It was the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. He screamed for a whole hour while I was being stripped of my butt!"

"Finally, he was too weak to do anything, so we smeared him with barbecue sauce and then gave him to my hunting dogs. Those adorable little guys ate your son with great relish..." Under Adolf's gaze, Prince Boateng blatantly insulted Adolf's dead son, his eyes filled with mockery, seemingly taunting Adolf's helplessness.

Watching Prince Boateng's performance silently, Adolf, who had heard all of these words, indeed had the same look of anger in his eyes as Prince Boateng had hoped. His hands were clenched tightly, as if he were about to punch Prince Boateng's head at any moment.

Just as Prince Boateng was diligently displaying his taunts to Adolf while inwardly urging, "Hurry up and do it," a disappointing scene unfolded before his eyes. Adolf, who was clenching his fists, suddenly relaxed them. He shook his head at Prince Boateng, who was standing inches away, and said in a deep voice, "Prince Boateng, after all these years, your verbal skills are still as sharp as ever. I know you're trying to provoke me into killing you, but I still almost couldn't resist striking you..."

Hearing Adolf's words, Prince Boateng, filled with despair, immediately tried to say something more. But before he could utter a single word, Adolf's mind moved, and Prince Boateng felt the brass ring around his throat tighten abruptly. His breathing became restricted, and he couldn't utter a word. All he could do was gasp for breath like a fish out of water…

"Prince Boateng, don't rush, don't rush. Just give me half an hour, and I'll get these little guys into top form, then they'll play with you!" Adolf said softly, pointing to the oak barrel beside him.

Driven by his survival instinct, Prince Boateng, who was struggling to breathe, was filled with fear and despair upon hearing Adolf's words. Adolf, however, ignored Prince Boateng and opened the oak barrel he had taken from his spatial ring, beginning to cast a spell.

Half an hour later, Adolf smiled and threw the open oak barrel into the large container filled with water that had trapped Prince Boateng. The next second, hundreds of tiny blue fish, no bigger than a finger, swam out of the oak barrel and swam around the container with great energy.

At first glance, these small blue fish are not particularly eye-catching, not much different from the silver-mesh fish sold in the market for ten a penny for making fish sauce. However, if you look closely, you will see that the very center of their pupils is a very intense red dot, and their teeth are extremely fine, sharp like saws, and layered...