Chapter 562: Chapter 560: The Unknown, The Fourth!
“Puster had been speaking when he suddenly turned around, and at the sa ti, swiftly activated the large ruby ring on his finger.
This was a valuable one-ti use magic tool, which once activated, could release a spell with extrely strong defensive power, capable of blocking Second Circle spells or even more powerful attacks.
The ruby ring flashed and then shattered with a ‘clatter,’ promptly followed by a pale red mbrane enveloping Puster’s entire body.
First, Puster felt relief in his heart, followed by imnse regret, as he gritted his teeth and looked behind him at Richard, preparing to unleash a spell to cause him harm.
Then he saw Richard standing calmly behind him, holding a blood-red short wand in his hand, taking aim straight at him.
The next mont, before he could react, he heard a loud ‘bang.’ The blood-red short wand trembled slightly, and a horrifying blood-colored energy blasted out from its tip, violently striking the protective mbrane on his body.
‘Pff!’
The energy shield did not hold even for a tenth of a second before being blown to pieces, followed by the blood-colored energy entering his body and exploding violently.
‘Pff!’
Half of Puster’s body was blown apart, turned into a mist of blood, while the remaining body fell to the ground with a ‘thud,’ dead in a very straightforward manner.
A witch, watching from a distance, opened her mouth wide, the shock in her eyes unable to dissipate for a long ti.
…
Richard, holding the blood-red short wand, looked at Puster turning into a cloud of blood mist without much surprise.
He had already tested the effect of the blood-red short wand, so its current power was within his expectations. The stronger the power, the more significant its effect, and the more beneficial it would be for the subsequent work.
Richard slowly lifted his head and looked at the horrified witch standing in a corner, striding towards her.
Seeing Richard approach, the witch was extrely wary, her body flashing with light as she cast nurous protective spells, ready to fight at any mont. But ultimately, she never made a move, lacking the courage to take the initiative, and fully unaware of the limited attack range of Richard’s blood-red short wand.
‘Tap, tap, tap…’
Richard walked up and stopped in front of the witch, looking at her face and speaking, “I think you must be confused about so things, like who I really am or why I was hiding under Puster’s command. I must say things are a bit complicated, and considering yours and Puster’s identities, even more so.
However, I don’t plan to explain. You just need to understand that I, like you and Puster, have an interest in the so-called ‘Holy Land Key.’ That’s all you need to know. So now, you need to answer two questions: First, where did Guluo, the person you were impersonating, go? Second, did you actually get your hands on the Holy Land Key?”
“If I tell you both of these questions, will you let go?” the witch asked Richard, her eyes flickering.
“Perhaps,” Richard responded emotionlessly, “If you answer truthfully and dissolve my doubts, letting you go is not out of the question. But if you hide anything, or even think about deceiving , then don’t bla for being rude.”
“I—” The witch hesitated, as if struggling internally, then after a mont bit her lip and made her decision, “Alright, I’ll tell you. As for where Guluo went, I truly don’t know, I…””
“Boom!”
The witch had only gotten halfway through her words when a roaring sound cut her off, her many defensive asures, as fragile as paper, instantly shattered; then her whole head exploded with a bang, like a waterlon smashed by a hundred-pound hamr.
“Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!”
Blood gushed from her severed neck as the witch’s headless body wobbled like a snapped wheat stalk and then thudded to the ground.
Richard slowly lowered the raised blood-red short magic wand, watching the witch’s corpse with no trace of cruelty or bloodthirstiness in his eyes, and no significant pity or guilt either—rely shook his head slightly and said indifferently, “Lying requires skill, if there’s a next ti you plan to lie, at least learn to shift your eyes up to the right, not down to the left.”
“Furthermore…” Richard squatted down and found a diamond-shaped blue gemstone engraved with magic runes in the tightly clenched hand of the witch, which he then pocketed into the Space Iron Ring, continuing, “Furthermore, if you’re planning an ambush, try to keep your movents as concealed as possible, on this point, you are not even close to Puster.”
With that, Richard got up and calmly walked away.
He swiftly and efficiently killed the witch and Puster because, on one hand, they both had attempted subtle attacks without giving up on assaulting him and on the other hand, it was unlikely they would cooperate, and if they did, they would probably harbor ulterior motives.
After all, these two were not common wizards; they were from other Wizard Organizations and had infiltrated the Jungle Hut. Maybe their power wasn’t that strong, but their cunning was not to be underestimated.
Rather than engaging in a match of wits with them and gathering information that couldn’t be verified as truthful, it would be more efficient and safer to take action personally to obtain it.
“Tap tap tap…”
Richard walked towards the depths of the underground space, using a Phosphorus Fire for illumination and observing his surroundings. When he reached the end, his steps halted, drawn to the corner where a dried-up corpse lay.
At a glance, he saw that it was an hunched old woman. She wore a gray robe and was motionless in the corner, her skin taut against her bones, giving off an eerie, weightless sensation.
She must have died at so unknown ti, and because of special preservation, the body hadn’t decomposed and emitted no putrid sll, making it seem, if one wasn’t paying attention, that she was rely asleep.
With a glint in his eye, Richard guessed that she was very likely the real Guluo, which is, the Jungle Hut’s Holy Land Guardian, the owner of the underground space here and the three-story wooden building above it.
Without a doubt, she must have been killed by the witch who had impersonated her, then preserved to prevent rot.
And after the witch had killed her, it was highly probable she hadn’t found the so-called Holy Land Key. After all, if she had, she would have long since left and not stayed here.
The fact that the witch stayed here until Puster arrived and discovered her, also indicated one thing: the difficulty of finding the Holy Land Key was not trivial—it was likely hidden in a very secret place by Guluo using so unknown thod.
In that case, obtaining it himself would not be easy.
He might end up like the witch, having to stay here for a long ti until he found the Holy Land Key, or… would he be discovered by the next wizard with hidden agendas?
Thinking this, Richard waved his hand, releasing several light balls to illuminate the entire underground space, preparing to thoroughly inspect Guluo’s possessions. If he truly couldn’t find the so-called Holy Land Key, he would need to make other plans.
However, just as he was about to act, he heard soone knocking on the iron door of the underground space.
“Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!”
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