Chapter 712: 227. Hunting Fagen
The next morning.
A team of Deep Sea Wizards with a special mission set out from the Academy and arrived at the territory of Dickler Fagen, using the Academy’s magic car.
The team had no intention of eting with Dickler Fagen. After handing over the magic pouch and letter to the new housekeeper in the visitor’s area, they left on the magic car.
After the magic pouch and letter had been magically detected and confird to be free of any danger, they were brought by the new housekeeper of the visitor’s area to Dickler Fagen’s living area and finally ended up on the young master Fagen’s desk.
Dickler Fagen’s complexion was grayish and twisted, his eyes brimming with murderous intent and resentnt.
He reached out with his right hand and gripped the magic pouch tightly.
The soft fabric deford in his hand.
Through the fabric, he could vaguely feel the contents of the pouch – four tal boxes and a pile of miscellaneous items.
“Dead… dead… Festa… dead…”
Using the [Mage’s Hand], Dickler Fagen took out the contents of the magic pouch and spread them out on the floor beside the desk.
Four tal coffins with transparent glass lids lay crookedly on the floor.
Below the transparent lids of the tal coffins were four corpses all too familiar to Dickler Fagen.
Dickler Fagen’s eyes beca lifeless, and his body trembled violently like a sieve.
A wall in the study room wriggled, and a figure erged – the family’s secret guard who had suggested the assassination plan to Young Master Fagen.
After arriving in the study room, the man glanced at Young Master Fagen’s figure and then searched for sothing in the pile of tal boxes on the floor.
A tal box with a magic lock holding magic books caught his attention. He walked over and looked down at the magic books inside the box.
His gaze penetrated the transparent lid, scanning over the six magic books. Seeing that the magic locks were intact, a barely visible disappointnt flashed in his eyes.
“It seems you underestimated your opponent, Dickler. You lost this round and lost it thoroughly. Not only did your opponent figure out your intentions, but they also made you suffer heavy losses.”, The family’s secret guard used the [Mage’s Hand] to pick up the envelope on the table and handed it to the dazed Young Master Fagen:
“These things were sent by the Deep Sea Branch, and Selena must have been behind this incident. Open this letter from Selena herself. If she’s willing to accept your surrender, it’s best to do as she says.”
“Do I still have a chance? Uncle…”, Dickler Fagen was extrely upset, even feeling desperate.
The family secret guard shook his head slightly:
“Don’t raise the stakes when you’re losing.”
Dickler Fagen looked at Festa’s tal coffin, stumbled over to it, and wailed:
“No~ Festa, no~ I should never have let you supervise them!! You were the one closest to !”
The family’s secret guard watched Dickler Fagen’s weeping figure, and a playful smile crept onto his face.
He quickly removed this expression that should not have been shown.
He put the envelope back on the table, found a chair leaning against the wall in the room, and sat down, waiting quietly for Dickler Fagen to calm down.
About 10 minutes later, the wall clock announced the hour.
Dickler Fagen recovered amidst the chiming of the clock, leaned against the wall, and sat down next to his desk.
He wiped the tears from his face, used a knife to cut open the envelope, and took out the letter.
The content written by Selena in the letter made his expression change unpredictably, showing his anger and unwillingness, his helplessness, and his fear of the conditions of surrender.
“7.9 million gold coins!”, Dickler Fagen crumpled the letter paper and threw it at the wall:
“That damn bitch! To actually demand 7.9 million gold coins from !”
The family’s secret guard used the [Mage’s Hand] to pick up the crumpled letter and unfolded it in mid-air.
After reading the content of the letter carefully, the family’s secret guard’s eyes flickered, and he murmured:
“7.9 million gold coins… this number is just right… Selena is not ordinary… she has calculated precisely where Dickler’s weakness lies… it saves so trouble.”
Dickler Fagen was venting his anger and didn’t hear the family secret guard’s muttering.
He picked up the exquisite objects on the table and smashed them all around.
The crisp sound of shattering echoed throughout the study, sharp ceramic fragnts and glass shards flying in all directions.
A vase flew towards the family’s secret guard, who used the [Mage’s Hand] to stop it in midair.
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