The Charles Becomes a Wizard

As soon as the petrification spell was lifted, BEAST swung the whip in his hand, and the whip came straight towards Vincent with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

DAGGER cooperated by throwing his own flying knife, but his target was Gellert next to him. Even if he couldn't kill him directly, he had to hold him back to prevent him from using those hard-to-defend-again methods again.

Vincent still maintained the same sitting position, neither avoiding nor dodging, as if he was frightened by the sudden attack.

Sure enough, once these nobles are out of the protection of others, they will become very easy to deal with...

As long as we can catch him and take him hostage...

He and his elder sister will definitely be able to leave here safely!

Before the flying knife touched the blond man, it fell to the ground from the air as if blocked by an invisible layer, and the whip that hit Vincent was easily taken away by the white-haired old man who seemed to have no fighting power at all.

"Please do not use weapons in front of the count." The old man slowly put away the long whip, looked at them as if warning, and stood back in the corner.

The hope that had just risen in DAGGER's heart was instantly shattered.

"My previous proposal still stands." Just when DAGGER thought that he and BEAST would die, he heard the man leaning back in the chair with his legs crossed say this.

"However, before the game begins, you need to pay a little price." A gun appeared in the man's bony hand at some point, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at BEAST, who was still looking resentful and wanted to pounce on him and fight him to the death.

"Sister, be careful!" The moment the gunshot rang out, DAGGER suddenly threw BEAST to the ground, but the bullet hit DAGGER's arm.

"DAGGER, DAGGER you..."

"It's okay, sis..." DAGGER's forehead was covered with sweat because of the pain. He held his injured arm with his hand and forced a smile with difficulty.

"That's great, I'm glad you're not hurt."

"Idiot, why are you......"

"Clap, clap, clap." A burst of crisp applause suddenly rang out in the room.

"It's really a very touching friendship." Vincent said with a smile.

"You bastard!" BEAST glared at him fiercely.

Vincent shrugged casually: "So this lady wants to reject my kindness?"

"Aren't you going to think about it carefully? After all, that's the only way you can leave here alive."

"It's getting late."

"you......"

"Big sister!" DAGGER held BEAST's hand to stop her from saying the next word. Then he looked at the man who had easily pushed them into a desperate situation and said word by word, "We agree. We agree to participate in your game."

Looking at the backs of the two people leaving, Gellert laughed softly.

"You are really nasty."

As long as Vincent is unwilling to let them go, this manor will become their burial place.

They gave them hope, but when they were about to see the light, they mercilessly threw them back into hell...

Will these two people eventually die in deep despair?

"Is there?" Vincent casually put the gun in his hand on the coffee table. Hearing this, he tilted his head slightly and looked puzzled.

"But I've already given them the choice, haven't I?"

Gellert laughed again: "Compared to what's going to happen next, it might be better to be dealt with by you directly, right?"

"Well," Vincent rolled his eyes slightly, "Who knows about this kind of thing?"

“I hope they can hold on a little longer.”

......

At the same time, the door to the basement of Baron Kelbin's villa was once again pushed open from the outside.

A figure in a wheelchair appeared outside the door.

"Additional performance, sorry for the long wait!" The harmless-looking middle-aged man wearing a pair of round-framed glasses was stunned when he saw the scene in the room.

"Huh? Who are you? Why are you here?"

"Doctor, don't come over..." Joker, who had lost most of his blood while crawling on the ground, warned him in a weak voice, "They are the Queen's watchdogs..."

"I see," the doctor's face showed no sign of panic, nor did he run away as Joker had imagined. "So that's how it is."

"Please run away quickly..." Joker's dry and hoarse voice echoed in the hall. He tried hard to prop up his upper body and wanted to help this doctor who had always been kind to them escape from this place, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't move an inch.

"Huh? Why are you running away?" the doctor asked back, and the next second, he stood up from the wheelchair.

"You are the ones who kidnapped me. I am just doing my job at the request of the Baron. There is no reason for me to run away."

"Doctor, your leg..." Joker looked at the man striding towards him in disbelief.

"Legs?" The doctor smiled easily, "Actually, there's nothing wrong with my legs. For kids like you, I can only disguise myself so that you won't be on guard. I'm just sitting there."

"Ah, Baron Kelpien!" His eyes fell on Baron Kelpien, who had turned into a corpse, and an anxious expression finally appeared on his smiling face.

He ran over quickly, squatted in front of the body and examined it carefully, then sighed deeply: "It's too late."

“It’s so hard to find a sponsor who understands my ideals, it’s really too much.”

Looking at the man's lost back, Charles frowned slightly.

This person's reaction is very wrong...

"Ideal?" Sebastian asked.

"Yes, ideal!" The doctor stood up, his expression softened and brightened again. "I have been exploring and developing the perfect prosthesis for a long time."

“Then after endless research, I finally developed the perfect ingredient.”

“It is harder than wood and has the inorganic beauty that is unique to ceramics…”

“I have researched and figured out something that no one has been able to do so far.”

He took a few steps forward and picked up the prosthetic limb that Joker had thrown on the ground, holding it carefully in his hands, without even glancing at the Joker who was lying on the ground, struggling to survive.

“However, it is still a bit difficult to collect materials.”

"Indeed, the prosthesis you made feels smooth and delicate," the black-clad demon curled his lips and whispered softly, "Just like tableware made of bone ash ceramics."