Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 108 Interview in Progress

"Your Excellency Tai'an, could you tell me the names of your valiant followers?"

"Her name is Aglaia."

"To be able to infiltrate the lair of the fallen nobles, Ms. Aglaia must be a powerful professional."

"In fact, that's not the case. Her strength hasn't reached the level of a formal professional. Normally, if I hadn't sent someone to secretly escort her that day, Aglaia would have ended up like the other trafficked women."

"That's really bad..."

"Yes! Since they completely disregarded the rules and deliberately provoked us, my guardian has no reason to show leniency. They will bear all the consequences. Moreover, I will demand compensation."

"Indeed, their actions violated the law and infringed upon your rights..."

The butler brought out freshly brewed tea and placed it on the white round table in front of the two of them.

"Your Excellency Tai'an, three of the victims are female mercenaries from the Michelle Adventurer's Guild. Even powerful professionals are not immune. Do you have any suggestions?" The female reporter guided the conversation.

"Pretty girls should not be too careless when they are out, because beauty has always been the root of disaster," Tai'an commented succinctly.

The interview lasted about fifteen minutes.

The female reporter took her leave with satisfaction, and before leaving, she warmly shook hands with him and praised Tai'an as a polite gentleman.

"Young Master, are you not going to eat yet?" Mussofi cleared the teacup from the table.

Tai'an rested his head on his hand, frowning as he fell into deep thought. The impact of the matter seemed to exceed his expectations, even attracting the attention of the news agency. Even the secluded Wizarding Division was feeling the turmoil from the outside world.

The Night Watchman's residence is located on the Third Ring Road in the western part of Wangdu.

The unremarkable gray office building is about six stories high. Withered vines climb the mottled exterior walls, with occasional glimpses of vibrant green shoots.

Its building has a history of over three hundred years and has long been a dangerous building, requiring a comprehensive survey and reinforcement almost every year.

The fourth floor, in a separate interrogation room.

Leisser, beaming, saw off the group of nobles who had come to visit. In just one morning, more than thirty people had come, most of whom were prominent figures in the political and business circles of the capital.

Such blatant flaunting of personal connections subtly intimidates and puts pressure on those investigating the incident.

The night watchman in charge of the interrogation dared not do anything that violated the rules, and could only ask questions as usual, so he naturally could not get any useful information.

Leiser insisted that it was done by his subordinates and that he had no knowledge of it, and promised to accept any legally reasonable compensation.

Even after interrogation by the other members of the club, they were unable to convict him.

The victims' testimonies unanimously stated that all participants wore partial face masks at the time, making direct identification impossible. Their identities could only be corroborated by how they addressed each other.

The case has reached a stalemate due to insufficient evidence.

"I demand that the Night Watch Department guarantee my personal safety and remove the mental coordinates from me as soon as possible."

Lesser threatened to complain to higher authorities, forcing the Night's Watch to quickly deploy spellcasters.

After examination by two elite spellcasters, the conclusion was that it was the will of a powerful undead, extremely troublesome. The strength of the spiritual mark likely reached the level of the Saint Realm, or even higher!

"Are you kidding me?!" When Leisai learned that a 'Saint-level' undead was targeting him, his face turned extremely ugly.

Not to mention him, even kings and grand dukes would find it difficult to sleep peacefully at night after hearing about this.

He had done many bad things during the day, and at night he was even more afraid of being haunted by ghosts.

At this moment, Lesser was incredibly grateful that he was hiding in the Night's Watch headquarters. Rumor had it that the Night's Watch was teeming with powerful figures. Various hermits and ascetics lay dormant within, and it possessed multiple Saint-level experts, making it one of the safest places in the capital.

"I demand that you erase the mental imprint immediately, right now!" Leisser roared, feigning emotional breakdown.

"High-level spellcasters are quite busy, and appointments take time. If you can't wait, you can send someone to the Spellcaster's Guild to hire one yourself."

The Night's Watchman in charge of the incident was aloof, his face hidden in distorted shadows beneath his hood. From the few details revealed, he appeared to be a young woman, rather short, with delicate skin.

Although there was nothing wrong on the surface, Lesser still keenly sensed the other party's mockery and schadenfreude.

"Very good! Very clever, knowing how to hide yourself..."

The brown-haired youth had a sinister expression and exuded an unsettling, eerie aura, silently chanting in his mind.

The female watchwoman frowned slightly, unwilling to stay any longer, and hurriedly turned and left.

No normal person wants to associate with a decadent aristocrat.

The Dharma Masters' College, fifth-year dormitory.

Tayya invited her close female friends to a luncheon. Greenfield was also on the invitation list.

Lately, she's been spending almost every day at her brother's dorm, seriously neglecting her social life. Her sisters have all expressed their dissatisfaction. Naturally, she had no choice but to host a dinner party to apologize.

The three tables were laden with food, indicating that a considerable amount of ingredients had been wasted.

To everyone's surprise, Taeya, who used to be reserved with her money, suddenly became much more generous.

"Taiya, are you extorting your brother's allowance?" The sisters saw through the truth at a glance.

"No way!" Taiya would of course not admit it, emphasizing that it was her younger brother's voluntary act of filial piety.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, the noble ladies were all slightly tipsy, and the conversation turned to Taiya's younger brother. It was generally agreed that although Taiya hadn't fully grown up, he would surely become a handsome young man.

Greenfield listened to everyone talking about her fiancé and praising her good luck, and her expression became slightly awkward.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Guardian Bruno got up to open the door. The middle-aged man outside was dressed in a black uniform with an employee badge hanging on his clothes.

"Hello, I am Prosecutor Schiller. Followers of the Blue Rose Noble are suspected of several disappearances and murders. Please hand them over to assist our investigation."

He handed over a court summons, on which was clearly written Aglaia's name.

"What's going on?" Taiya came over to check, took the summons from her hand, glanced at it, and her expression darkened slightly: "Aglaia isn't with me! You're asking to cooperate with the statement taking, which I think is fine, but handing her over directly? My brother probably won't agree."

"Oh, ladies, you've decided to resist law enforcement?" The middle-aged man said with a half-smile.

Taya was annoyed and didn't want to waste any more words, so she gestured to Bruno to close the door.

"I've only been gone a day, what trouble have I gotten myself into already!"

On a sunny afternoon, in a deserted, empty area in the dense forest outside the Wizarding Academy.

Tai'an manipulated the mage's hand, continuously taking out various bottles and jars from the spatial bag.

In fact, the technology used in the space bag is quite different from that in the space ring.

(End of this chapter)