Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 103 Rich Loot

Aglaia seemed to foresee the same fate she would suffer. If the young master hadn't sent Ovisca to escort her, she would certainly have been among the women tied up tonight.

Fear, trembling, or excitement.

The young swordswoman, who had never faltered even when killing, was now struggling to take a step, involuntarily bringing her knees together, her pure mind and body suffering an unimaginable shock.

The scene before my eyes will forever be etched in my mind, like a ukiyo-e painting depicting the evil and cruelty of the world.

They have such great figures!

Aglaia felt inferior, perhaps she used to envy him, but now she felt extremely fortunate that it wouldn't greatly affect her physical flexibility.

Wouldn't it be better to be a free and unrestrained fighter than to become a plaything to be slaughtered at will?

The three men who had not yet left were still engaged in immersive exercise and did not notice the footsteps behind them.

The young swordswoman slowly approached the strongest man from behind, and with a gentle swing of her heavy and sharp inscribed sword, the elite-level expert's head instantly shifted, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

A powerful opponent whom even a hundred Aglaia could not defeat head-on was powerless to retaliate against a fatal blow from behind.

The so-called strength and weakness are only relative. At least for now, Aglaia, who is holding the inscribed sword, is stronger than a man's neck!

Almost simultaneously, Ovisga calmly executed the remaining two.

Such a direct expression of opposition through actions ignited a strong sense of hope and survival in the eyes of the women present.

All three were nobles who had been invited, and the Belland family would never risk their lives for a charade…

Some people struggled against their chains, while others shouted for help.

Aglaia swung her inscribed sword, striking the nearest woman's anklet. The metal clashed with a crisp sound. The chain didn't break, but rather a thin gash appeared.

One reason is insufficient strength, and the other is that the iron chain is made of at least entry-level stainless steel.

"It seems I need to find the key?" the young swordswoman thought to herself.

With a gentle swing of her white bone blade, Ovisga snapped all the chains in two.

The victims, now free, wept with joy.

Some people cried their hearts out, while others rushed forward to kick and punch the corpse, venting their anger.

The scene descended into chaos.

Aglaia felt perfectly justified in plundering the spoils of war.

The warehouse next door is full of gold and jewelry; one person simply can't carry it all. We need help, and ideally, a carriage.

Furthermore, the problem at hand is that the women have no clothes.

Aglaia looked around, seemingly at a loss.

Ovisga sensed Aglaia's feelings and released telepathy.

"The carriage is up there! Come with me to get it."

"But I can't drive..." Aglaia's eyes revealed helplessness.

"Thank you for your help, miss. If you're asking about driving, I should be able to help."

Beside her, a petite girl with an oval face covered in whip marks introduced herself confidently in front of other girls. Her name was Millie, and she came from the Cherry Blossom Adventure Team.

"That name sounds so familiar."

Aglaia recalled the longing and yearning her best friend, Guoguo, had once expressed for the Cherry Blossom Adventure Team.

Rumor has it that all of their official members are pure and beautiful girls, and they are extremely popular among adventurers in the Violet Kingdom, to the point that many people outside the circle have heard of them.

The requirements for joining are recognized beauty, virginity, and strength at or above the official rank.

If a full member gets married or loses their purity, they will request to leave or be transferred to logistics.

Guofu's second goal in life is to join the Cherry Blossom Adventure Team.

"I must admit, we were too careless, otherwise we wouldn't be in this situation now. I will always remember your kindness, and you can always come to me if you need anything..."

The purple-haired girl had a bitter expression.

Returning home, leaving the guild was inevitable. The glamorous, sought-after life of the past was gone forever. Losing the aura of the Sakura Snow Adventure Guild was like falling from heaven to dust. Her suitors would no longer see her as a pure white cloud in the sky, but as filthy mud on the ground.

Aglaia didn't know how to comfort her. In fact, among the eleven victims present, Millie was far from the worst off.

Soon, the three men had divided up all their clothes.

Remembering there were still clothes on the ground, Aglaia picked them up as well.

Fortunately, in winter, you usually need to wear three layers of clothing, one inside and one outside, which is barely enough when distributed evenly, but you're bound to end up looking disheveled and barely clothed.

Aglaia, along with Millie, managed to procure two carriages. Ovisga then dealt with the remaining henchmen, mostly cemetery guards and coachmen who were willing to collude with the corrupt officials.

Aglaia felt no sympathy for these people who were helping and covering up crimes.

The women who found the water-gathering inscription array began to line up to wash their bodies. Even though the cold wind was biting and their bodies were shivering, they didn't care at all.

Aglaia tirelessly carried the spoils back to the carriage from the underground warehouse, working up a sweat.

"There's still one person who escaped; we can still chase after them." Ovisga released a chilling thought.

Given the choice between hunting down the enemy and taking care of a bunch of burdens, she would undoubtedly choose the former.

Aglaia shook her head: "There are too many spoils; we cannot afford to lose any."

There were ten pieces of various inscribed equipment, a sack of gold, and more than half a sack of gems and jade, estimated to be worth at least several thousand gold.

She considered it far more important than herself and felt it had to be handed over to the young master intact. Before leaving, she didn't forget to instruct Ovisca to dispose of the body and cover up the crime.

The mastermind, Lesser, narrowly escaped death!

It was 2 a.m.

Two carriages bearing the coat of arms of noble families stopped in front of the Night's Watch's office building.

Aglaia jumped off the carriage and walked alone toward the office.

The lame old man guarding the gate asked lazily, "Beautiful lady, what brings you here?"

"I want to report this to the police."

"Please tell me the general situation. Some trivial matters are not within our scope of handling. I suggest you contact the city police."

"I am a follower of the Blue Rose family," Aglaia said, introducing herself.

The old man composed himself, abandoning his lazy expression and adopting a posture of attentive listening.

"On my way home, I was ambushed by a group of strange men. My partner and I defeated them, secretly gave chase, found the enemy's hideout and the mastermind, and unexpectedly rescued a group of women."

The murder was not mentioned at all.

The old man looked at the carriage, and seemed to hear a woman crying: "So that's how it is... Good thing, a great achievement!"

He gently tapped the bronze bell inside the guard post, twice in total.

People started coming out one after another.

The young Night's Watchman was dressed in a crisp military uniform, tall and slender, with dark green hair, sharp eyebrows, and bright eyes; his features were handsome and extraordinary.

"Grandpa, what is it now?"

"Gawain, I'm sorry to disturb your rest, but someone accidentally stumbled upon a kidnapping and rescued a group of hostages."

The events gradually became clear through the victims' individual accounts.

A case of human trafficking and group prostitution with conclusive evidence was perpetrated by the infamous Belland family.

(End of this chapter)