Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 104 The Night Watchmen are on the Move

You can always trust the Night's Watch.

They were already outsiders, excluded and marginalized, who preferred to wander in the dead of night, risking greater danger, rather than walk in the sunlight and wear a mask of pretense.

He rejects social interaction and any attempts to bribe him by nobles, steadfastly upholding justice, like light walking in darkness.

The world is not only filled with evil, but also with justice. However, in today's difficult times, justice is merely a faint flame. The vast majority of people tend towards a grayer, more chaotic state.

"Beautiful lady, may I ask your name?"

"My name is Aglaia, and I am a follower of the Blue Rose family."

"Oh! It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Gao Wen. May I give you a ride?"

"No need, please don't follow me, otherwise I'll suspect you have ulterior motives."

Having said all that, Gawain could only stand by the roadside and watch Aglaia leave. The whistling wind ruffled his clothes. His calm heart was stirred by the sight of the young woman.

"There are undead in her car, and possibly stolen goods," the female Night's Watchwoman who had a crush on Gawain said, standing beside him.

"I know!" Gawain said calmly. "What I admire is that she's willing to risk conflict to send people here. Human life is more important to her than wealth."

Not only is she beautiful on the outside, but her inner beauty is even rarer, and a hint of infatuation flashed in Gao Wen's eyes.

Splendid Years Club.

The all-night revelry came to an end, leaving behind only a mess and the lingering smell of alcohol.

Ye Zi absentmindedly followed behind the group of girls to the backstage area to line up to wash off the paint.

Stand in front of the mirror and examine yourself.

The painted clothes were so lifelike, they looked exactly like the real thing. The intricate patterns and vibrant colors made it seem like a gorgeous evening gown.

"You all did a great job today! We welcome you to participate in next Saturday's event."

The short steward, dressed in a suit and tie with a red bow tie, handed each girl two gold coins from a bag, his eyes clicking as he looked them over, his restless hands stroking their backs one by one.

Ye Zi couldn't help but shudder. Soon, it was her turn to wash herself. The girl clutched the gold pen tightly in her hand, letting the warm water wash away the paint from her body.

The fake, glamorous dress on her body turned into murky water, flowing into the drain at her feet. Suddenly remembering she should apply some cleaning fluid, she just finished when a hurried voice sounded from outside the door.

The manager rudely flung open the cubicle door: "Time's up, next one."

A mocking gaze swept around, and several malicious thugs stood to the side, chatting and laughing.

Ye Zi suddenly noticed their undisguised greedy gazes.

"Oops!"

She seemed to have forgotten the last and most important step: how to take Jinlong away from her!

Most girls were greeted by their families, or they had to voluntarily hand over half of their money to the thugs in order to leave. The law of the jungle applies everywhere!

Ye Zi silently put on her clothes and carefully tied her shoelaces, then made a move to leave, and ostensibly no one stopped her. At the corner of the stairwell, she suddenly quickened her pace. Not heading outwards, but running upstairs.

As expected, several thugs hurriedly followed behind.

"That brat dares to play tricks!"

"Go after them!"

"Don't let her get away!"

As the cursing and swearing faded into the distance, Ye Zi cautiously peeked out from the corner of the stairs.

The second floor has VIP private rooms.

Voices could be heard coming from the pitch-black corridor.

"Young Master Lesser, the will of the undead within you is far too strong. It's best to remove it as soon as possible. Otherwise, it will become very troublesome."

"You can't do anything about it either?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't help you. I suggest you seek assistance from the Spellcasters' Guild or the Holy Monastery."

The elderly spellcaster, with gray hair and a beard, was Dunn, a retainer hired by the Belland family. He was over a hundred years old and his apparent strength was at the elite level.

Lesser sensed danger and frowned. "You'll come with me! Protect me..."

"Yes!" Dunn replied.

"You should be able to clear the mental coordinates of a typical super-level expert, right..." Lei Sai asked.

"It will take a bit of work, but it shouldn't be a big problem." Dunn silently prepared a teleportation spell for himself.

To live to be over a hundred years old, one must not only be able to survive, but also have a full range of life-saving methods.

Hearing footsteps in the corridor, Ye Zi, who was hiding in the nearest private room, dared not move and held her breath in tension.

Dunn paused slightly, his mental perception revealing everything.

The life magnetic field is very weak; it's probably a thief who steals things.

The old mage thought about it and decided there was no need to remind Lesser.

Given the methods of the Belland family, a thief's fate would be far worse than death. There's no need to ruin a life because of a single sentence.

Dunn refused to take the blame for the decadent aristocracy and walked away, ignoring the situation.

The leaf's heart pounded, thumping, and it didn't calm down for a long time...

On the long street, a group of Night's Watchmen blocked Lesser's path. Several thugs who had just run out knelt in a row by the roadside with their hands behind their heads, their wrists fastened with construct shackles that shimmered with inscribed light.

"Night Watch, what do you mean by this?"

"We have received reports from multiple victims. The Belland family is suspected of kidnapping, gang rape, and assault. You will now come with us back to our base for investigation."

"Very well, I demand that you guarantee my personal safety and remove the mental coordinates from my body."

Leisser cooperated, escaping punishment due to his noble status, as did the old mage Dunn beside him. The rest of the club's staff were not so lucky; almost all the men were taken away.

The night is long.

Aglaia drove along Bell Street, learning some basic skills from Millie. Shaking the reins meant starting, pulling on the horse's neck meant stopping, and verbal commands controlled the direction.

The key question is, why would a horse listen to you?

Generally, grooms provide care and emotional bond with their horses through feeding, grooming, and trimming their hooves.

With Ovisga by his side, there was no need for much trouble; he could simply communicate telepathically and use the will of the dead to exert pressure.

Ordinary livestock would not dare to disobey.

The horses' hooves made a clattering sound as they walked on the ground, and it seemed impossible to pass through the alley ahead.

Aglaia jumped out of the car: "I'm going back. You stay here and watch the spoils."

"My primary duty is to protect your safety!" Ovisga sent out a telepathic message.

"My home isn't far, about a hundred meters away, it'll only be a short walk." Aglaia hoped that Ovisga could be a little more flexible, even though he was an undead creature, he shouldn't be too rigid in his approach.

"Go ahead..."

Ovisca's figure slowly floated into the sky, standing beneath the deep blue moon, her black cloak fluttering in the wind.

(End of this chapter)