Magicians never make wishes

The clues in Ronan's mind instantly connected.

The madam said the top courtesan had only been missing for a few days, but her room was tightly closed, and the floor was covered with a thick layer of dust.

That room was clearly prepared specifically for them.

Ronan had a vague feeling that something was wrong, so he used his mental power to scan the room several times, just in case he had fallen into some kind of trap.

He couldn't figure out how the little box had suddenly appeared.

Although mental energy cannot penetrate the small box, the small box can be sensed.

It turns out that the little box was brought in by the little mustache.

He must have hidden it in a storage device on his person, which is why Ronan's mental energy couldn't detect it.

No wonder these three seemed uninterested in looking for someone; it turns out I was their target...

"Who are these 'them' you're referring to? And why do they want to target me?"

Ronan placed one foot on the bearded man's stomach, his fingertips surging with dangerous energy as he pointed directly at his head.

"I don't know. It was the person who treated us to dinner who went to the academy to find the three of us and said there was a private mission with a particularly high reward, asking if I wanted to take it..."

"He gave you a portrait, specifically stating that he was trying to lure you in under some pretext..."

Seeing Ronan's increasingly grim expression, the bearded man's voice gradually faded.

Ronan suddenly felt a little flustered.

He regretted letting his employer run away; he should have stuck with him to the end, at least Perry could have finished him off from the sidelines.

If what the bearded man said is true,

So he didn't accidentally stumble into some private mission trap, but just happened to become a subject of organ trafficking.

From the very beginning, his target was only him.

Who wants to kill me?

Ronan considered everyone he had offended or might offend, even someone like Viscount Roland, but still couldn't find a clue.

I currently have the face of a young man in his twenties, and I don't know more than...

and many more.

Could it be a problem with this face?

"Did the employer give me a portrait, or mention my code name?"

Ronan kicked the bearded man in the stomach, making him bend over in pain.

"I...I forgot..." The little mustache said, tears streaming down his face, looking utterly aggrieved.

Are you feeling wronged?

Ronan glared at him and kicked him again. "Do you know you're hurting people?"

"I'm being too saintly by not killing you on the spot."

"I was wrong, please don't kill me..." the halfling wailed on the ground.

"Shut up!" Ronan pretended to kick him again, which scared the other man into immediately shutting up.

Ronan was troubled and his mind was filled with a multitude of thoughts.

Currently, the most likely explanation is that the person who owned this face left behind a lot of messes during their lifetime, causing their enemies to become their own enemies.

This is outrageous!

Adventurers' Guild, look what you've given us!

Do you really want me to use another female soul and become a woman?

No, no, no, how could I have such dangerous thoughts?

The Mask of Truth is not like the previous disguise mask; it can not only use two faces.

As long as one can absorb new souls, one can transform into anyone.

It seems I need to be more careful when going out in the future and try to stay in the school as much as possible.

"Quickly wake up your orc teammates, let's get out of here first."

Perry was the first to walk out of the cell.

"What about that guy with considerable strength you mentioned at the three-level entrance?"

Ronan asked, "Are you still there?"

"At your feet," Perry pointed to the corpse of one of the thugs.

"His skills are pretty average," Ronan commented.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up!" Perry urged.

If she weren't unaware of the specifics of the situation, she would have run out herself to call for the Earl's help.

"Please...don't kill me," the halfling pleaded, foaming at the mouth.

"I had no choice. That man later said that I knew the inside story and that if I didn't make a move, he would just deal with the three of us..."

Ronan ignored him, focusing all his attention on controlling his mental energy to form a shockwave, which he then carefully flung towards the barbarian stone.

Perhaps because he was extra careful this time, Man Shi did not experience any other adverse symptoms after opening his eyes following the impact.

At this moment, his consciousness was slowly returning.

"I... I don't know what that little box is for. They just told me to open it..."

The man with the mustache was still defending himself, "I tested this little box before opening it, and there's absolutely no danger. Really, look..."

Fearing Ronan wouldn't believe him, he took out the small box from his pocket.

"How come you still have this little box on you?" Ronan immediately realized something was wrong.

The bearded man gave a sinister smile, then suddenly opened the small box a crack and threw it at Ronan.

"Of course, this is just in case!"

The small box opened wide in the wind, and was opened in the air.

In an instant, the small box unleashed the same shockwave as before.

Ronan was startled.

But then, a green-skinned figure blocked his way.

The newly awakened Wild Stone was ready to shield him from the frontal damage.

With Man Shi's robust physique, he could withstand this physical impact, something that a "magical shield" couldn't compare to.

That being the case...

Ronan once again used a shockwave to bypass the barbarian stone and fling it all at the small box that had already been opened in the air.

Bang.

The two invisible spiritual forces collided, but instead of canceling each other out, they fell into a brief stalemate.

Realizing this, Ronan immediately increased his mental energy output.

Make your shockwaves like ocean waves, pushing the small box's shockwaves backward.

The effect of doing this is immediate.

The shockwave from the small box changed direction and became part of Ronan's shockwave.

The two superimposed on each other, and marched majestically toward the three half-humans.

Before the little mustache could utter a word, his soul vanished instantly under the combined impact of the two spiritual forces.

The other two half-human figures on the ground were the same; all three had become soulless shells, completely silent.

"What's going on?" Perri noticed the commotion and immediately went back to check.

"It's nothing, just a backstab from a teammate."

Ronan finally breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, "I know it best."

……

The three of them ran towards the upper levels, ready to fight at any moment.

Ronan discovered that Parker, who had been seriously injured earlier, was nowhere to be found, and he didn't see anyone on either the first or second floor.

I don't know if these two floors were never occupied to begin with, or if they all ran away due to the employer's situation.

Even after the three returned to the Ruby Dream Pavilion, they still couldn't find a single person.

They then realized that this might be related to the employer.

"Uncle, thank you so much this time." Perry nodded her thanks. "I'll go to the Earl's Manor to find Uncle Barnes right away."

Her eyes burned with a fierce battle intent. "This time, I'm going to lead my men to raze this place to the ground! And rescue everyone!"

"Uncle, want to come along?" Perry asked invitingly.

"No, I need to get back to the Secret Arts Academy right away." Ronan shook his head.

He now feels that danger lurks everywhere outside, and he constantly feels that someone is watching him in the dark.

"Then how will I contact you in the future?" Perry asked.

"Just find me if you learn the secret techniques. My codename is Black Day." Ronan paused.

"However, I'm very busy, and I'll try my best not to attend the conference in the future."

He deliberately emphasized the word "as much as possible," intending to become the number one homebody in the association.

Actually, he was mainly afraid that someone outside might have ulterior motives towards him. He felt much safer in the association, where no one knew him.

After waving goodbye to Perry, Ronan finally returned to the Mystic Society.

As soon as I stepped into the academy's gate, a sense of security arose spontaneously.

But at that moment, the new emperor in the hall saw him, suddenly rushed in front of him, grabbed his shoulders and shook him repeatedly, saying:

"Is it you? Is it really you?!"