In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

A hint of coldness appeared in Yanan's eyes.

"Since that's the case, then I'll help you out, as a way of making up for my mistake. Let's use this newly developed magic trick; hopefully, I won't bite my tongue this time."

Merlin muttered something and brandished his staff:

"British Magic: Artoria, dinner's ready! Ouch! That hurts..."

An invisible magical force gathered like a storm, and as he felt the tremors of the Ether Sea, a hint of caution appeared in Anan's eyes.

He had never witnessed such immense magic, which even his mother could not match.

Although the spell was a bit ridiculous, Yanan was still somewhat looking forward to it, after all, this was a spell cast by a candidate Grand Magician.

With such a commotion, the magic trick must be incredibly effective.

One minute……

Two minutes...

three minutes……

Ten minutes passed, and the Sea of ​​Aether gradually returned to calm, but nothing happened around them.

"Um...it seems...there's something wrong with the magic..." Merlin chuckled awkwardly.

Yanan: ...

"I might have to stay away from Kai from now on, otherwise I always feel like my IQ will be affected." He rubbed his forehead and sighed.

How could I possibly have any expectations for this Grand Tier trash?!

"Ahem, it's normal for a new spell to have some flaws. Let me cast it again, this time it'll definitely be fine." Merlin coughed lightly and raised his staff once more.

hum~

However, before he could speak, the Sea of ​​Ether suddenly began to tremble again.

A loaf of bread fell from the sky and hit Merlin on the head, and then countless loaves of bread fell like rain.

"Hey! Wait..."

Before Merlin could dodge, he was engulfed by the sudden rain of bread.

After about ten minutes, the rain of bread gradually stopped. Countless loaves of bread were piled up in the courtyard, like a small hill, filled with a rich aroma of wheat.

Yanan curiously took a bite, and the soft bread transformed into magic the moment it entered his throat, merging into his body.

So that's how it is. Although it looks like bread, it's actually a product of magic.

Anan nodded, drawing a rune in the air with his finger.

[Rune - Devour]

A light green vortex appeared beside him, sucking in pieces of bread and quickly converting them into magic to replenish his body.

His pale complexion returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Merlin's head popped out from the bread mountain and complained, "Your way of eating is soulless; it's disrespectful to food!"

Yanan couldn't be bothered with this brainless guy. He was in a hurry and didn't have time to eat bread piece by piece.

Moreover, this thing only looks like bread; it is essentially a product of magic and cannot be used to fill one's stomach.

Merlin looked at the bread in front of him, opened his mouth and took a bite, saying with a proud expression, "As expected of the bread I created, it tastes really good."

So that's what makes you proud?

Yanan sighed inwardly, then his expression suddenly changed as he looked out into the courtyard.

Three familiar figures were rapidly approaching them; it was Artoria, Kai, and Guinevere, who was panting heavily.

"Teacher, where is this..."

Looking at the mountain of bread in front of her and Merlin giving her that familiar, smug smile, Artoria was momentarily stunned.

"You've come at the perfect time."

Anan entered the house and, using [Rune Tracking], quickly located the dragon blood jar hidden in a secret compartment. He then came out, pointed to the peasant woman lying on the ground, still unconscious, and said to Artoria and the others:

"You all stay here and take good care of her. I have some things to take care of."

After he finished speaking, a pair of pale blue wings appeared behind him, and he flew towards the direction of Tyler Bill.

Artoria gritted her teeth, turned around, and ran outside.

"Could you let me rest for a bit first?"

Guinevere let out a desperate wail, but still managed to catch up with Artoria.

Kai wanted to go with them, but a flower vine that appeared out of nowhere tripped him up and almost made him fall flat on his face.

"Didn't you hear what your teacher said? Stay here obediently." Merlin sneered.

Are you sick in the head?!

Kai was furious and was about to have a real man's duel with Merlin when the pregnant woman next to him suddenly screamed, curled up in pain, and was covered in sweat.

"What's going on?" Kai was completely bewildered.

"Hmm, if I'm not mistaken, she should be about to give birth."

"ha????"

……

……

Yanan flew high in the sky, clutching a piece of black cloth in his hand.

These were the pieces of clothing he had just torn from those guys. With these, he could use the runes to track their movements and find the so-called prince.

The long, thin line stretched all the way to the top floor of a hotel.

That's it!

A cold glint flashed in Yanan's eyes as the demonic spear Gayeburg appeared in his hand, its crimson magic burning like flames as it hurtled downwards like a meteor.

boom!!

The ceiling exploded instantly, and inside the room, a young man covered in bandages lay on the bed, a falling stone hitting him squarely, causing him to moan in pain.

An old man dressed in black stood to the side, trembling as he watched Yanan descend from the sky.

"Who...who are you..."

“Just a tutor.” Yanan’s voice was as cold as ice. “Now, let me teach you what it means to pay for blood.”

Chapter Twenty-Two Dead Apostles

"You...you came for that peasant woman!" The old man seemed to suddenly understand something. "Where's Garn? What did you do to them?"

"Aren't they right here?"

Yanan casually tossed the pieces of clothing in his hand away.

Upon seeing the familiar black cloth, the old man's pupils suddenly contracted.

"You...you actually..."

"Enough with the nonsense. In short, pay the price for your actions."

Gayeberg flew back into Yanan's hand, and with a casual toss, threw it toward the young man on the bed.

woohoo~~

A cloud of black smoke suddenly appeared, engulfing Gayeberg. The crimson magic burning on it vanished as if swallowed, and it fell to the ground with a clatter like an ordinary spear.

"Miss Yulina!" The old man in black showed a look of surprise and delight.

The black smoke contracted and coalesced, transforming into a young woman draped in a black robe. She had a pretty face, scarlet eyes, and an exaggeratedly voluptuous figure. Her slender, white fingers gently traced across her full, red lips, like a bewitching, blooming rose.

"Ah~ it's been so long since I've had such delicious magic."

The woman stuck out her sexy little tongue and licked her red lips, looking intoxicated.

"Miss Yulina! Please save His Highness the Prince!" the old man pleaded.

Yulina turned her head and glanced at him, letting out a silvery laugh that resonated in everyone's hearts like a demonic melody: "This guy has been looking at me with those disgusting eyes the whole way. I've wanted to tear him to pieces for a long time. Now that he's ended up like this, he deserves it."

The old man's face darkened. He knew that if he didn't produce something substantial today, this vampire might really just stand by and do nothing.

"As long as His Highness is alright, double the reward!"

"three times!"

Yulina held up three fingers and smiled sweetly.

The old man hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Deal!"

As long as His Highness's safety can be guaranteed, any price is worth paying.

Yulina nodded in satisfaction, turned to look at Yanan, and chuckled, "Sorry, little brother, although I also really want this guy dead, as a bounty hunter with professional ethics, I can't go back on my word."

Yanan stared into the other's crimson eyes and said in a calm tone, "You're a Dead Apostle, aren't you?"

Yulina paused slightly, a look of amusement appearing in her eyes: "I never expected that you, little brother, would even know about the Dead Apostles. Now that you understand, you'd better leave obediently, otherwise, if your older sister gets angry later, she might suck you dry."

Dead Apostles are vampires transformed from humans through certain changes. Originally, they existed as servants and emergency food for the True Ancestors, but there are also some monsters that are no less powerful than the True Ancestors. The difference in strength between them is huge, but they generally possess strength that surpasses that of ordinary magicians.

Yanan's eyes narrowed slightly: "Who is your master? Black Princess Eltrucci? White Wing Duke Tevum Otroche or Black Wing Duke Granzog Blackmore?"

Yulina's smile gradually faded, and a hint of wariness appeared in her crimson eyes: "Who exactly are you?"

“I told you, I’m just a tutor,” Anadan said calmly. “Now, it’s your turn to answer my questions.”

Instead of Yulina's answer, he was met with a cloud of black mist.

"It seems I'll have to do it myself to get the answer." Yanan sighed, drawing mysterious runes in the air with his fingertips.

[Runes - Imprisonment]

Light green chains extended from the void and bound Yulina.

But then Yurina suddenly transformed into a cloud of black mist, breaking free from the chains and enveloping Anahn within it.

Anan clearly sensed that the magic within him was rapidly dissipating.