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Gradually, the Marquis also found that the old man's attitude was a little strange. When he was about to ask, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest.

He looked down and saw a white sharp blade had been inserted into his chest. Before he could utter a word, the white blade was quickly pulled back.

All of the Marquis's strength disappeared, and the moment he closed his eyes, he could only hear the grief-stricken cries of his children.

The one who killed him was an assassin who walked out of the shadows. He was dressed very strangely and wiped the blood off the white blade elegantly after killing him.

Several of the Marquis' children threw themselves on his body and cried bitterly, while the others huddled aside in fear, screaming incessantly.

The assassin's eyes revealed an expression of great enjoyment; this sad atmosphere now intoxicated him the most.

In Ioni's tear-blurred vision, the only thing she could see was the miserable outline of her father's face. She stretched out her fair hands to try to stop the massive flow of blood, but she just couldn't do it.

"It is such a tragic thing to fall into hell from the height of happiness, tut tut..."

The old man in purple robe casually flipped through the ancient diary in his hand and said with great sympathy.

Just like an audience watching a play.

"Why!? Why!!?" Ioni suddenly asked loudly to the old man's back.

When her father first brought this powerful and mysterious magician home, she was actually very wary.

But afterwards, the old man behaved too kindly, and there was nothing wrong with what he did, so Ioni gradually let down her guard. But the facts played a fatal joke on her.

"Poor child, your father never revealed my identity to you. I have to say he was a believer in keeping his promises. It's a pity that he is more useful to me now that he is dead."

The old man shook his head and turned around, then continued:

"Kid, have you ever heard of the world beyond?"

There was a hint of confusion in Ioni's angry eyes.

The old man was not surprised. "With your knowledge, of course you haven't heard of it. After all, we are too low-key. There are too few people on the mainland who have come into contact with us, and most of those who have come into contact with us are dead. Only the Holy Spirit Family knows the most about us."

He walked over to the girl and squatted down, his deep eyes still showing that false kindness, "We need your father, so we created a little accident to make his beloved pass away, and then... hehe..."

Ione's eyes were bloodshot and her passion was about to explode, but the white blade appeared again and pierced her chest just as it had pierced her father.

The girl fell down helplessly, her eyes trying hard to look at the outline of her mother in the crystal.

But the view was blocked by the old man and I couldn't see anything.

The Marquis's other children also fell at the same time as Ione.

The purple-robed old man stood up, opened his diary again, and asked calmly, "Have you dealt with everything outside?"

The assassin replied, "Don't worry. When these idiots came in, I started killing them. No one was spared. Even those level 4 magicians and knights didn't escape."

"Very good, then we only have to finish the work. After we deal with that rich businessman, we will take our things and leave the mainland and return to the free land. Don't leave any information about us, otherwise we will be fined when we return."

The old man flipped through the diary, circling around the crystal in the middle.

The assassin walked into the shadows, and the voice still rang out: "As long as it's not the Holy Spirit Family, no one can find our whereabouts."

The room fell silent again, and the old man knew that the assassin was in the shadow in the corner.

Snapped--

The diary was slammed shut, and the old man in purple robe placed his hand on the crystal. The next moment, cracks spread, and finally the crystal shattered into ashes.

A rectangular conference table engraved with runes with special meanings slowly rises from the ground.

The old man knocked on the table, and the runes on it glowed slightly.

This fortress is actually a magic-driven aircraft. Once everything is arranged, the members who are still on the mainland will gather and leave to go outside the mainland.

"Very good, no damage, still usable." The old man muttered.

He walked towards the bodies of the Marquis' family again, and was about to use magic to clear them away.

But at this moment, he suddenly remembered the unusual werewolf aura on the Marquis when he just came back.

At that time, he was so absorbed in the diary that he did not think of asking about it, but now he felt that he should investigate.

So the cleaning magic was changed to divination magic, and a vague memory information appeared in the old man's mind.

There were no visual images, just information about a powerful werewolf who had made a deal with the Marquis and told him that he would come to them soon.

After the divination was completed, the old man smiled slightly, as if he had thought of something happy. "It's really interesting. I actually got an unexpected gain. A werewolf that can talk must be a very special individual. I might get a reward if I catch him."

He turned his gaze to the corpses on the ground and tapped them one by one with his fingers.

The bodies that were pointed at disappeared silently and appeared in the large living room of the villa outside.

……

In the protected area, in a small forest.

Three underage children were gathered under a big tree, seemingly plotting something.

"Dylan, are you really okay? I heard that the sting of that thing is very painful."

Aduo hid in the bushes under the tree, looking worriedly at Glenn who was spitting into his palm.

"Don't worry, I'm very experienced. That thing is sleeping now. I'll run as soon as I get the fruit. It can't catch up with me."

Glenn said confidently.

"Why do you have to drag me into doing such a stupid thing?" Viji was talking on the side, his tone very dissatisfied.

"Didn't you come here with Aduo?" Glenn rolled his eyes and started climbing the tree.

Since Sanjis was at home these days, Glenn was always watched no matter what he did, so he often took Aduo and Viggie out to the manor to play.

This is also to find an opportunity to go out alone and prepare.

If he really can't find an opportunity, he can only sacrifice his sleep time at night.

Since we are out for fun, of course we want A-Duo to experience something different.

For example, playing grass roller coaster on the slope of a hill, catching flying insects with spider web bags, and playing hide-and-seek in the sparse woods.

Not only Aduo and Viggie had a great time, but Glenn also enjoyed it very much.

Do people stop playing childish games when they grow up? No, they just lose interest due to various reasons such as status, work, and lack of friends willing to play with them.

But Glenn is different now. He is still a fifteen-year-old boy and can play however he wants without any baggage.

Today he and his brother and sister found a tree with a red fruit that looked extremely delicious, but it was guarded by a group of flying insects that were said to sting people.

Glenn had read about the fruits on the tree and the guarding of insects when discussing with the Purple Demon Daughter, so of course he was confident.

The two children under the tree were experiencing this slightly exciting thing for the first time, and they were worried, excited and nervous.