Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 143 Charisma is Justice

'There really is one!' Anser was secretly shocked.

He simply felt that the matter was confusing and that someone was deliberately stirring things up, with the Iron Crown possibly being the scapegoat. He never expected that his casual guess would come true.

If it were a newly formed Mind Flayer, the situation could be even worse, indicating that the Iron Crown had already been infiltrated seven days prior.

'It's also possible that after discovering the parasite, they imprisoned him in a secret room.'

I was in too much of a rush just now and didn't see anything clearly. That room could also be a secret prison.

With that in mind, Anser immediately used the Paradise Mark to notify Finn, and once Finn was ready, he, Greyhawk, and Nornos would be teleported out together.

"Keep an eye on this building and the courtyard behind it. Report to me if any suspicious people leave, especially those hiding in the shadows. Be careful not to get too close."

The newly born Mind Flayer has limited spellcasting abilities and most likely lacks the ability to disguise spells.

"Okay," Finn replied and quickly left the alley.

At the same time, Caleno, who was waiting at the Federation's headquarters, noticed that the Paradise Mark on his chest began to flash. He stood up abruptly and said, "We've found something. Let's go."

Elise vanished from her spot with a whoosh, disappearing from their sight in the blink of an eye.

Quentin shook his head, called to Giant Tail, and led a squad of guards off at full speed.

Anser noticed the mark was moving with the help of the Scepter of Protection, nodded to himself, then mounted Nornos, removed his disguise, took out the Elemental Orb and tossed it casually, a point of rainbow light swirling around him.

Now that we have solid evidence, we can just block the door directly; there's no need to hesitate.

Nornos strode out of the alley, jogged to the front of the Iron Crown building, and stood motionless at the entrance.

The first floor is a shop open to the public, mainly selling various weapons and equipment. People come and go, and Anser attracted a lot of attention as soon as he appeared.

The guards at the gate saw a man and a horse that looked somewhat familiar, but they couldn't quite place where they had seen them before.

"Sir, please come in and select your items. Do not block the door..."

Before the guard could finish speaking, a middle-aged man rushed out, pushed the guard aside, and bowed with a smile on his face: "Welcome, President Hollewen. Please come in."

"Are you in charge?" Anser immediately activated the True Sight Magic Ring, and a circle of magical light appeared around his eyes.

He shifted his gaze, scanning each person and the surrounding crowd, but found nothing unusual.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat, and he sensed something was wrong. He cautiously probed, "I'm the shop manager. Tell me what you need, and I'll take care of it right away."

Anser pointed to the northwest corner of the first floor: "What's that room in the northwest corner for?"

"Storehouse, to store some miscellaneous items..."

“What’s downstairs in the warehouse?” Anser interrupted him.

"Huh?" The middle-aged man's expression froze, and he forced a dry laugh. "Isn't...the floor down there?"

"Do I look like an idiot to you?" Anser gave him a cold look.

At this moment, the street was crowded with people, many of whom were adventurers, and many were whispering and asking around.

The Dragon Slayers' Guild Leader has just taken office and is already targeting powerful councilors; it might be related to that rumor. This gossip is explosive!

A hundred meters above, a flying carpet hovered and swirled. Elise had arrived, but she didn't land; she simply observed quietly, leaving everything to Anser.

“There’s a secret vault down here.” A tall, thin man with a short beard and handsome features pushed through the crowd and came to the shop entrance.

He was dressed in a black velvet swallowtail coat with gold patterns, over which he wore a white waistcoat, and he was leaning on a long cane, looking more like a nobleman than a businessman.

"Congressman Graham, what's in the vault?" Anser asked calmly. After half a day, he certainly wouldn't forget this very classy congressman.

“President, why don’t you come in and talk?” Graham bowed and invited, his posture composed and elegant.

“I would love to believe you, but unfortunately…” Anser had met Graham a few times and had a very good impression of him.

He turned to look at the street corner, where squads of guards parted the crowd and ran quickly towards him.

Quentin waved his hand, and hundreds of guards surrounded the Iron Crown.

Graham straightened up, his face expressionless, and looked at Anser with some disappointment: "Mr. President, you should think things through carefully, not just act on your feelings." The crowd buzzed with discussion, and the rumor spread even faster, reaching many who were previously unaware.

However, things were better than expected; almost no one believed he would assassinate the former chairman.

Because this new guild leader is not only a dragon slayer, but also a paladin, and has already done a lot for Drag in just a few days.

Moreover, with the two of them standing at the door, people would unconsciously gravitate towards Anser's side.

Graham, however charming he may be, is still just an ordinary person. How could he possibly compare to Anser's mysterious charm and irresistible affability?

Perhaps for warlocks, debunking rumors is just that simple and straightforward.

Of course, there are advantages and disadvantages; almost everyone thought he was having an affair with the mistress of Jacqueline Castle.

Seeing Graham's composure, Anser almost doubted his own eyes.

Finn quietly leaned closer and shook his head slightly at him: "No one left."

Anser understood and pointed to the courtyard: "Councilor Graham, please do two things for me: First, everyone line up and come out. Second, open the secret vault immediately, without delay."

The middle-aged manager's expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "What right do you have to do this? We are a legitimate chamber of commerce, and we pay taxes according to the law..."

“Shut up!” Graham glared at him. “Do it right now.”

After saying that, he walked to the side of the door, leaned on his cane, and closed his eyes to rest.

The middle-aged manager's eyes shifted, and he leaned closer to Graham, trying to whisper something, but Graham ignored him.

He sighed inwardly and returned to the shop.

Giant Tail also led the guards into the wooden building and blocked the entrance to the warehouse.

A moment later, the sound of footsteps was chaotic, and one by one, the chamber of commerce staff walked out of the door and lined up in a row, looking dejected.

Anser scanned them one by one, his brows furrowing slightly. Everyone seemed normal, which made things rather abnormal.

"Is everyone here?" he asked the middle-aged manager.

"Everything's here, everything's here." The supervisor nodded quickly.

Graham opened his eyes, glanced around, then tapped his cane on the ground with a thud and said coldly, "Two people are missing."

"I've taken leave, sir," the supervisor replied immediately, bowing his head.

“Lies!” Graham’s face hardened, and he said sternly, “Speak up, all of you! Where’s Devon?”

"Young Master..." The manager was so frightened that his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, his voice trembling, "In the secret vault."

Graham kicked him to the ground and gritted his teeth, yelling, "Open the door!"

"Young Master changed the lock, I can't open it." The supervisor's face was covered in blood from the fall, but he didn't dare to wipe it away. He lay on his side on the ground, trembling violently.

He knew he was doomed. The moment the other party mentioned the secret vault, he knew the young master had gotten himself into serious trouble. He tried to cover it up several times but failed each time.

One side showed no mercy, while the other believed it had acted righteously, resulting in this situation.

Graham ran quickly inside, his steps hurried.

'Could that Mind Flayer be his son? The timing doesn't match up.' Anser felt that Graham wasn't faking it.

He dismounted and stepped inside, casting a fire shield around himself as the ethereal flames swirled around him like a veil.

Quentin drew his longsword, walked beside him, and asked in a low voice, "What did you find?"

"Mind Flayer".

"What?" Quentin's eyes widened, and the veins on his sword-wielding arm bulged.

"The crowd was evacuated, and the ordinary guards also withdrew."

"okay."

(End of this chapter)