You don't cast spells by the rules at all, do you?

All the way from the pedestrian street to the commercial district, even the Light Servant Kate did not notice anyone following them. This shows that this loli girl is not simple and is definitely not as harmless as she seems. She is most likely a high-level wizard.

But isn't Sean a pure newbie who even asks him how to trade in the virtual space? Where does he get so many connections?

Just because he is handsome? ?

Sean ignored his sour look and said, "Okay, I have to go back to the hotel to pack my things anyway, I'll see you tonight."

"As for you...see you in the void space." He said to Charles.

Charles: “Oh.”

When we meet next time, will there be more big guys around Sean?

The three of them parted at the intersection. Sean first saw Isa and Charles off, then he hailed a taxi back to the motel.

He made an appointment with the driver to wait for him outside the hotel for half an hour, otherwise it would be difficult to get a taxi in the suburbs.

The driver initially refused.

Isn't this a pure waste of his precious time receiving customers?

But Sean added money.

"No problem. I'm tired after working all day. It's a good time to take a break. Just go ahead and do whatever you want. I'll wait for you downstairs." He agreed readily.

It was about 20 kilometers from the city center to the motel, and there was a lot of traffic on weekends, so it was already dark when Sean returned to the hotel.

On the way, he kept recalling Quill's look. Did he have any backup plan?

If so, what is the means?

Sean tried to think from Quill's perspective, but so far, he knew too little about Quill, the witch hunters, and the Flores family, and it was difficult to guess the so-called back-up plan.

Quill is dead, which means that there is no one responsible for his "case". The only thing Sean can think of is that Quill handed his "criminal files" to someone else before coming to Old Siegel City. In this way, even if Quill's mission fails and he is not caught, other witch hunters will continue to hunt him down.

This possibility is actually not small, but Sean doesn't think it is "unexpected" enough.

If the district police station can't handle a case, it's handed over to the city police station. If the city police station can't handle it, it's handed over to the state police station, and a special task force is set up... This kind of upward pursuit with increasing intensity is a very common way of handling things, and it doesn't make Quill smile and look as if he's won.

In Sean's impression, Quill is a very conceited person. He didn't catch the person he was supposed to catch, and he had to rely on others for help. This is like in the movie, a policeman failed to solve the case in time and was forcibly taken over by a more senior detective. Quill would not laugh, but would only be unwilling and unconvinced, because this is essentially a denial of his personal ability.

Quill's demeanor showed that even if he died, they would still be able to catch him, and that the plan had been made in advance without the intervention of other witch hunters.

But Sean couldn't guess what the plan was.

Could it be that Quill figured out his overthinking personality and deliberately gave him that look to mess with his mentality?

Sean couldn't figure it out.

It was not until he got out of the car and entered the hotel that he finally realized that things were not that simple.

The book signing event is a game.

It's not a game to kill him, but a game to let him die in front of you.

On the first floor of the hotel, an old light bulb hung from the ceiling, emitting a yellowish light.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

Sean's heart sank.

The dim lobby was extremely quiet.

Even though he walked very lightly, he could still hear the sound of his leather shoes rubbing against the floor with every step.

The girl who had been recommending herself to him and who had asked him where he was going and if he needed a female companion when she saw him going out in the morning was now lying quietly on the bar, without any of her previous enthusiasm.

There was a thin line of blood on her neck, as if it was cut by a sharp blade, glaring and neat, blood dripped down drop by drop, staining her clothes and skirt red.

The small blackboard on the bar that originally indicated the room prices had the words on it erased and turned into a scarlet arrow pointing to the stairs.

The other party was inviting him up.

Sean took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

A resentment was brewing in his heart.

The girl wasn't a witch, but they killed her anyway.

What is the charge?

Harboring criminals?

Sean looked upstairs, anger building in his eyes.

He walked up the stairs step by step. The dilapidated wooden boards could not bear the weight and made a creaking sound.

His room is on the third floor.

There were half-dried bloodstains along the way, as if guiding him.

As he reached the door, he heard a voice coming from inside the house.

"Is it a surprise, Mr. Sean?"

"Think I can't find you?"

"Or do you think I'm really dead?"

The voice was familiar and absurd, causing Sean to yank open the door.

The next second, he saw Quill sitting on the old sofa.

The lenses on his nose reflected white light, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Hello again, Mr. Sean."

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Chapter 36 "Level " (Please read~)

There was only a desk lamp on in the room.

The dim light and darkness pulled at each other, and Quill's hoarse voice and sick smile were as erratic as the faint light and shadow.

Seeing Quill, who was supposed to be dead, appear alive in front of him, Sean's pupils shrank slightly and his heartbeat stopped for a moment.

How is it possible… ?

He saw with his own eyes that Quill was pierced by Kate's light spear. The power of a level five was definitely not something a mere doctor could withstand. He was sure that Quill was dead at that time, but why did he appear in the motel waiting for him intact?

Resurrection from the dead?

No... not coming back from the dead.

Sean looked at Quill and suddenly noticed a broken doll on the coffee table in front of Quill.

The puppet had a large hole in its chest, just like the one Quill had been killed by Kate.

This is……

"Puppetry?"

Sean suddenly realized that the Quill killed by Kate was not the real Quill, but Quill's substitute!

No wonder that from the moment he pointed a gun at Quill in Flores Hospital, he had always felt that he was a madman who was not afraid of death. He also used his aura to oppress him, making him feel invincible and break out in a cold sweat...

It turns out that Quill is also a wizard!

"Are you surprised, Mr. Sean?" Quill repeated the question.

He enjoyed Sean's surprised expression, which gave him a very pleasant sense of accomplishment.

"Mr. Sean is indeed a smart man for being able to figure everything out so quickly." He said with a smile, "But I also said that I am not stupid either."

Who says witch hunters can't be wizards?

It is better to say that only wizards are real witch hunters.

Quill knew that if Sean dared to go to the book signing event, he must have something to rely on. With the example of Vinster and others in the Black Fruit Rainforest, how could he not make more preparations?

He controlled "Quail" throughout the book signing event.

He really didn't expect that Sean could ask Kate, the Light Servant, to help him, so the unexpectedness shown by the stand-in was real. If he had gone there in person, the ending would have been very ugly.

Just as Sean thought, even if ten wizards of level five were put together, they would not be a match for him.

But he didn't go.

Kate didn't recognize him either.

There was a certain element of luck involved - if the person Sean invited was not Kate, but another high-level wizard who knew something about puppetry, his trick might have been exposed on the spot.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

Many times, luck is also a kind of strength.

There is no doubt that Sean's trump card is very big, big enough to turn the situation around, but Sean used it too early, or in other words, Sean's trump card was tricked out by him. Now without the protection of the Light Servant, how can Sean beat him?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sean, I can't give you another chance to choose this time."

Quill changed his mind. He still admired Sean, but the potential Sean showed and his unexpected connections forced him to re-evaluate the extent of the harm Sean posed. The answer he got was - Sean must die.

Anyone who helps Sean escape being hunted down and has any connection with him must die.

Killing them all is the greatest respect for the enemy.

The temperature in the room was dropping rapidly, and it was filled with murderous intent. Sean seemed to be back in the cold morgue of Flores Hospital. Quill stood up, and the air around him became sticky. The pressure once again surged towards Sean from all directions like a tide, surrounding him and making Sean feel suffocated.

"Any last words, Mr. Sean?"

Quill pulled out a scalpel from his bosom and wiped it gently. "As long as the content is not sensitive or against any rules, I can personally carve the epitaph you want on your tombstone."

This hunting game that belongs exclusively to him and Sean is now nearing its end. The hunter is still the hunter after all, and the prey should accept its fate.

Quill believes that no matter how unwilling and unconvinced Sean is, he will not be stubborn at this time. After all, everyone is an adult and should know how to face reality. In the face of facts, any argument is meaningless.

Just like when he faced Kate, he didn't struggle at all.

Sean agreed with Quill's idea.

Facing an inevitable outcome, the harder you talk and the more harsh words you say, the more you will look like a clown.

He also admitted that Quill's move was beyond his expectations. It was not so much that he did not expect Quill to be a wizard, but rather that he did not expect Quill to be a puppeteer, and he also deceived Kate and forcibly created a one-on-one life-and-death situation with him.

But the problem is...

"Are you so confident that you can kill me?" Sean asked.

Quill smiled and asked, "What else?"

Sean said: "You should bring more people."

"I don't think so," Quill said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the scalpel in his hand suddenly popped out and shot straight into Sean's neck.

After just a few words, Quill already knew that Sean was not going to surrender, so there was nothing more to say.

There was no "three, two, one" this time, indicating that Quill really wanted to kill.

Faced with Quill's sudden attack, Sean was prepared. A golden ring condensed in his palm again, and he raised his hand to flick back the flying scalpel.

"It's true." Quill dodged Sean's counterattack by turning his head slightly. The scalpel flew across his cheek, cutting off a few strands of hair and nailing it into the wall.

He guessed that Sean knew some special spells, and the flying knife was just a test. Next, he would let Sean see his true strength.

Quill's slender hands were shaped like claws, and he raised them upwards like playing the piano. Thin, transparent threads grew out of his fingertips. The puppet that was originally lying quietly on the coffee table suddenly grew larger and disappeared, and almost teleported behind Sean. On the way, he pulled out the scalpel on the wall and stabbed Sean's neck hard.

Even though Sean reacted quickly and dodged to the side, the scalpel still stabbed the inside of his shoulder, cutting his skin and leaving a bleeding wound between his neck and collarbone.

What's worse is that Quill himself also came to him.

The stretched silk thread was as sharp as a knife, reflecting a chilling cold light under the light, as if cutting the air into pieces. Fortunately, Sean managed to repel the puppet with an elbow, slowing down the speed of the silk thread's cutting, and stretched out his hand to block it, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow. However, he was still kicked in the abdomen by Quill, and the whole person flew backwards and hit the wall.

The Ring of Truth, which had fired countless bullets, was directly cut into pieces by the silk threads. It was no longer a question of whether it could rebound melee attacks, but the magic power attached to the silk threads exceeded the limit of the Ring of Truth. Otherwise, even if it could not rebound, the Ring of Truth could still be used as a defensive spell.

This attack gave Sean a clearer understanding of Quill - Quill was not only a wizard, but his magic power had also reached the second level.

Similarly, through the broken Ring of Truth, Quill also sensed Sean's magic.

"Level 2..."

"I have to say, Mr. Sean, you are really good at giving people surprises."

Although he said he was surprised, Quill's tone was not happy at all. Instead, the smile on his lips became extremely dangerous, and his eyes showed even stronger murderous intent than before.