Herag looked up and smiled, "I am under Master Parker, belonging to the line of Master Mick. What right does your Taylor Family’s Law Enforcent Team have to take away?"
"No no no, it is precisely because you are under Master Mick, we are rely inviting you to co with us to cooperate with the investigation," Svallo emphasized the word "invite".
"What if I refuse?" Herag asked.
How could Herag follow them? If he went, falling into the hands of the Taylor Family wouldn’t bode well.
Whether he could co out alive was uncertain; life and death would be completely out of his control.
After all, over on the Taylor Family’s side, whatever happens is entirely up to them to decide.
Even if he were innocent, he’d still be guilty.
Even if he could co out alive, the state he would be in was unpredictable.
The thods of Wizards are nurous; death is just the most straightforward conclusion, but there are many fates worse than death.
"Since Mr. Herag is unwilling, then I will have to forcibly invite you to co along." The magic power around Svallo flickered, and the surrounding rules flowed rapidly.
At the level of a Level 3 Wizard, one can essentially manipulate most of the Power of Rules, and the degree of control is unattainable for a Level 2 Wizard.
In front of a Level 3 Wizard, a Level 2 Wizard has almost no chance of winning.
For example, the Fire Elent Rules; it is very difficult for a Level 2 Wizard to mobilize Fire Elent Power in front of a Level 3 Wizard.
The control a Level 3 Wizard has over rules far surpasses the imagination of a Level 2 Wizard; they can easily solidify the surrounding Fire Elent Rules, making it impossible for a Level 2 Wizard to mobilize them normally.
In this way, it essentially nullifies the most important ans of a Level 2 Wizard.
For Level 2 Wizards, the thods of a Level 3 Wizard are a dinsional strike, directly locking down their thods.
Unless a Level 2 Wizard can control so rules that Level 3 Wizards cannot, there is a slim chance of survival.
But normally, Level 3 Wizards control more rules, and it’s rare for a Level 2 Wizard to control rules that even a Level 3 Wizard cannot.
This is also why Svallo is very confident; Herag is already his prey, impossible to escape.
The flow of the surrounding rules was all under his control, making it difficult for Herag to perform any techniques.
Herag understood this point well; he knew that the only thing he could possibly mobilize was the Ti Rule.
The Ti Rule is a more special rule than the Spatial Rules, with very few Wizards able to succeed in understanding it, even Level 3 Wizards.
But hoping to use the Ti Stop Zone magic to take Svallo by surprise was unrealistic.
Svallo indeed hadn’t succeeded in understanding the Ti Rule, but he could vaguely sense anomalies in the flow of the Ti Rule.
If Herag attempted to mobilize the Ti Rule, it would surely draw Svallo’s attention.
Because the flow of surrounding rules was all under Svallo’s surveillance, it should have been very difficult for Herag to mobilize any rules.
In such a situation, if you can mobilize a rule, it must be so kind of high-level, special rule.
As long as Svallo detected sothing, he wouldn’t foolishly wait to be killed.
Herag felt a bit helpless, glancing at the toad on his shoulder, he said, "Boss, I’ll have to trouble you this ti again."
The toad rolled its big round eyes at him and quipped, "You sure have a lot of trouble, kid."
"The fact I can get into trouble shows I have skills," Herag said with a thick-skinned smile.
Svallo furrowed his brows as he watched this scene, puzzled why Herag was so relaxed and not tense at all.
After all, he was rely a Level 2 Wizard, while on his side there were two Level 2 Wizards and one Level 3 Wizard!
In the face of such an array, how could Herag joke around with a toad so casually?
Svallo had also investigated the toad on Herag’s shoulder but found it to be just an ordinary little demon, with an aura so weak it was almost nonexistent.
Such a demon made Svallo feel that even a glance was a waste of ti.
The two Level 2 Wizards beside Svallo exchanged a glance and couldn’t help but laugh, thinking that perhaps Herag had been scared silly.
They felt that Herag hadn’t figured out the situation yet, still chatting and laughing with a pet.
After chatting with the toad for a few monts, Herag looked at Svallo and the others and said, "You guys better leave quickly, or if it cos to blows, I’m afraid killing you would have a negative impact. After all, we’re all under Serlandir, coexisting harmoniously, right?"
"Herag, have you been brewing Magic Potions till your brain’s gone fuzzy? Don’t act crazy with !" Svallo couldn’t understand what Herag was saying and thought perhaps he had gone insane, speaking nonsensically.
Svallo extended his hand, and under the influence of magic power, countless vines spread through the void, in tune with the surrounding flow of rules.
These vines grew and spread rapidly, quickly occupying a large portion of the sky here.
The vines wrapped around Herag, Svallo, and the others, as if forming a prison.
From a distance, one could see an enormous sphere of vines that suddenly appeared in the sky, obscuring the situation inside.
Herag watched the vines around him, and soon, they grew branches that swiftly produced buds.
The buds grew and began to bloom right away, unfolding pink petals.
But that wasn’t all; the stalk beneath the pink flowers started to throb as if sothing was about to be expelled.
A girl with closed eyes and crossed hands over her chest erged from the flower’s center, her whole body silver-white.
Each bud birthed a flower, and one by one, silver-white girls appeared in succession.
In just a brief mont, Herag found himself completely enveloped by such a scene.
Although he didn’t know what these vines and closed-eye silver-white girls were for, they brought an imnse sense of threat.
"I will make you realize that opposing our Taylor Family, even death will beco a liberation you yearn for." Svallo’s icy voice echoed within the vine cage.
While he spoke, the silver-white girl closest to Herag stirred.
She slowly opened her hands, her eyes remaining closed, but the movent seed directed towards Herag as if embracing him.
The motion was incredibly gentle, without any intent to kill, appearing rely as a girl rushing into her lover’s arms.
However, to Herag it was different; his heart suddenly raced, a trendous sense of danger descending.
He looked at the toad, which seed unconcerned.
Seeing the toad’s deanor, Herag felt slightly relieved, thinking that the toad might indeed handle it.
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