Magicians never make wishes

Ronan closed his eyes helplessly after being hit.

He wondered how this small box had suddenly appeared.

Tinnitus caused him to temporarily lose his hearing, making him unable to hear external sounds.

But his mental power allowed him to perceive everything in the room.

He pretended to faint by closing his eyes, but his mind was highly focused, and he could unleash his magic at any moment.

From a spiritual perspective, the madam, who had previously been charming and graceful, suddenly stood up as if nothing had happened, her face as cold as ice.

"Separate them into different cells, and be gentle," the madam ordered the people outside the door. "Don't wake them up."

"I will resolutely carry out my master's orders."

The man outside the door snapped to attention and saluted, then relaxed, grinning lewdly, "And tonight..."

"Getting things done is the priority." The madam's face remained expressionless, but her ears turned slightly red.

Ronan was utterly shocked.

Is this his true nature, or has he degenerated into this state amidst a life of extravagance and corruption?

Ronan swore he had never seen this side of Parker before.

That's right, the person outside the door is Parker, a villager from Jiuwan Village.

It's hard to believe that his wife had just given birth not long ago.

And yet here he is, having an improper relationship with a madam in this kind of place...

However, Ronan had no interest in Parker's family situation; he was the victim now, and the other party was one of the accomplices.

This private mission seems to have some kind of huge pitfall, and he has unwittingly stepped into it again.

Several burly thugs arrived one after another outside the door. Under Parker's command, they carried the five members of the team on their shoulders and headed down into the underground.

Ronan's previous mental network extended from the first floor to the top floor, but he neglected the underground part.

Looking at it now, I realize that the underground part is a completely different world.

To avoid being discovered, he could only carefully extend his mental energy network, limiting its range to within five meters of himself.

Within this range, Ronan can ensure that the mental network will not be easily detected by other spellcasters.

The mental power network is just a simple application of mental power.

Although it has provided important assistance to Ronan at many crucial moments,

But he felt it was necessary to learn some more advanced applications of mental power.

The underground section of the Ruby Dream Pavilion has an unknown number of floors. Ronan has already been carried down the stairs twice and is currently on the third basement level.

The three underground levels are more like a private prison.

Countless iron chains and cages stood in neat rows, while the only lighting equipment consisted of a few burning braziers and torches, shrouding the entire third underground level in silent darkness.

The absence of light does not mean Ronan cannot see; through a mental scan,

He discovered that many beautiful young girls were huddled in the cage.

They were covered in filth, wearing chains and shackles, their eyes empty and lifeless, unresponsive to any sounds from the outside world, like soulless walking corpses.

"Clatter".

Perhaps feeling less restrained in the prison cell, the burly thugs stopped being as gentle as they had been at the beginning.

He casually tossed the men into the iron cage, slammed the door shut, and then strode away.

The fall really hurt Ronan, but he couldn't make a sound and could only silently endure it, thinking that he must get revenge when he had the chance.

Compared to Ronan, Man Shi let out a couple of light hums and came to his senses.

The burly thugs ignored the noise and left, chatting and laughing.

After confirming that the people from the Ruby Dream Pavilion had left, Ronan opened his eyes in the darkness.

He got up and rubbed his bruised shoulder joint, suddenly thinking that he should learn some healing magic first.

While offensive magic is important, maintaining one's own survivability is equally crucial.

"Wild Stone, wake up." Ronan patted the big orc.

I tried several times, but I couldn't wake him up no matter how I called him.

"Stop yelling." A voice suddenly came from behind Ronan. "If you keep yelling, we'll call the guards."

Ronan was startled; with his mental perception, he thought there was a corpse curled up in that spot.

After all, along the way, he had already confirmed several cases of girls who died in the same posture through his mental power.

"They suffered a special soul attack and won't wake up for a while."

The 'corpse' curled up behind him suddenly stretched out and regained its human form in the darkness.

"Also, don't use your mental perception indiscriminately," the figure in the darkness continued.

"Unless your mental strength is several times higher than others, anyone who comes here will know that you have returned to normal."

Coincidentally, my mental strength is indeed many times higher than others.

Ronan, sensing the presence of his mental energy, turned to look at the newly revived 'corpse' and asked,

"Who are you?"

The other person's appearance was clearly visible to the senses; he was disheveled and dressed in tattered clothes.

A human girl, probably eighteen or nineteen years old, with a pair of long, white legs that her tattered clothes couldn't hide.

"What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Ronan was surprised that the other person knew she was watching her in such a dark environment.

"Uncle, you don't actually think you're the only one with night vision, do you?"

It turned out she was relying on night vision; Ronan had thought her mental perception was so strong that even he couldn't detect it.

However, the other party clearly misunderstood; he didn't rely on night vision.

Rather, it was a scene truly perceived through mental power.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Ronan wasn't sure who the other person was, but being in a place like this meant they were clearly not from the Ruby Dream Pavilion.

"And who are you? And what do you want?" the other party retorted.

No, you have a questioning personality type?

"My team and I accepted a mission, but we were tricked by our superiors and ended up here," Ronan explained, his experience sounding incredibly unlucky.

"Then you're finished. The girls here might still be bought alive, but you lot..."

The girl looked them over and said solemnly, "They might be bought up piece by piece."

Upon hearing this, Ronan felt a chill run down his spine.

He originally thought this was at most a human trafficking organization that sold girls to ensure the quality of resources for its upper-level businesses.

I never imagined that organ trafficking would be involved here.

Has Moonless City fallen into such chaos?

"Who exactly are you?" Ronan's tone became very serious. "Were you also captured?"

"Uncle, you seem to be alright..." The girl observed carefully and cautiously.

"Are you sure you were tricked into coming down here?"

"Well, actually I don't have anything to say, I just want to find out what their purpose is."

Ronan stood up, slowly raised a finger, and red energy gathered at the tip of his finger, faintly illuminating the dimly lit cell.

"She's a magician..."

The girl seemed to have lowered her guard, and stood up, intending to shake hands and introduce herself. "My name is..."

Unexpectedly, she had been curled up for too long and suddenly stood up. Her legs went weak, and she fell directly onto Ronan due to the momentum of her movement.

Ronan's physique was not strong enough to withstand such a sudden close-range attack.

In an instant, the two of them fell to the ground.

The girl collapsed into Ronan's arms, her legs numb and unable to get up.

She simply took Ronan's hand and shook it with hers, which was her way of formally introducing herself.

"Perry Fenrir, Mercenary Blood Alliance, former vice-leader of the Ironblood Mercenary Group. Nice to meet you."