The most powerful wizard in the magic world

Gerling stood by the window, playing with a delicate fountain pen in his hand. His eyes silently followed the scenery outside the window. The autumn wind blew the fallen leaves, as if telling him the passage of time.

"Romans, I think we should talk." Gerling suddenly turned around, his eyes like an eagle, locking onto Romans who was sitting opposite him. Romans was flipping through a document on the table boredly, and when he heard Gerling's words, he raised his head slightly, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

"What to talk about?" Romance said in a calm tone, but he unconsciously tightened the information in his hand, "I have nothing to talk about."

"Oh? You don't have anything to talk about? Then let me tell you, I want to know something." The corners of Gerling's mouth curved up, as if he was enjoying this gradually deepening psychological warfare. "For example, about your colleague, Emily."

"She has nothing to do with me." Romans retorted, trying to remain calm. But he knew in his heart that Gerling's words were not without purpose.

"Really?" Gerling sat down steadily and put down the pen in his hand. His voice was like a nail-biter, nailing Romans tightly. "She seems to have some contact with a certain organization recently. Do you know anything about this?"

Romans sneered and shook his head: "Gerlin, you really think too much. Emily is just an ordinary employee. Her life and work should not have anything to do with you."

“But if I tell you that her work audit involves some illegal activities, do you think this matter will be simple?” Gerling’s eyes were unslackened, and his deep insight seemed to be able to see through Romans’ inner defenses.

"Is your source of information reliable?" Romans tried to remain calm on the surface, but his heart began to waver.

"My information is always the latest and most accurate." Gerlin leaned forward slightly, his eyes sparkling. "And I did this not to frame her, but to make you understand that the one you really need to worry about is not me, but you."

Romans' breathing involuntarily became heavier, and he had a bad feeling in his heart. He knew that Gerling was not a simple person. Even if he didn't admit it, he could already feel the pressure approaching in his heart.

“What if I say I really don’t know this organization?” Romans tried to argue, but his tone was full of panic.

"So I'm a liar?" Gerling's fingers tapped the table lightly, making a crisp sound and giving people a greater sense of oppression. "Do you think you can survive my investigation? Time will not soften my heart, but will only make me more determined."

"Are you threatening me?" Romans pretended to be relaxed, but he was already panicking inside. Gerling's eyes were like a ruthless blade, leaving him nowhere to hide.

"It's not a threat, Romans. It's a very realistic choice." Gerling's tone became heavier, but his voice was steady enough to make people's heart palpitate. "You can choose to help me, or remain silent. However, you can imagine the price."

Romans was silent for a moment, with countless emotions surging in his heart. His palms began to sweat, and his expression became solemn. Finally, he broke the silence: "What do you want?"

"Simple." Gerlin smiled slightly, with a sinister gleam in his eyes. "I need a copy of Emily's recent work report and a record of her contact with that organization. I can guarantee your safety."

"Impossible!" Romans rejected it instantly, his eyes determined, "I will not betray my colleagues, nor will I provide you with any information!"

"Humph." Gerlin's smile gradually disappeared, and his tone became cold. "You have to understand, Romance, Emily is not worthy of your protection. In this world, innocence and kindness are no longer your amulets. Only information can be your amulets."

"You're using me!" Romans glared at Gerling angrily, his fear and anger intertwined. He couldn't imagine that he would have to face such a person, and even his colleagues would become victims.

"Use? No, I'm just giving you a chance to trade." Gerling shrugged slightly, with a hint of amusement in his eyes. The silence that followed seemed extremely heavy, and the air seemed to have stopped flowing.

After a while, Romance finally spoke: "If I agree to you, what will I be guaranteed?"

"I will personally ensure your and Emily's safety." Gerlin said slowly, trying to make his tone calmer, "But you need to trust me completely." He stood up calmly, walked to the window, and looked at the fluttering fallen leaves.

"Besides, you have to consider who is behind you." Gerlin turned around and smiled again, but there was a hint of sinisterness in his eyes.

"I don't understand what you mean." Romans frowned slightly.

"Simply put, if you refuse me, you may face greater trouble." Gerling's voice was low, as if he was telling the unavoidable reality. "Those things you haven't noticed are wandering around you like a haze, waiting to show up."

Romance felt suffocated, and fear surged in his heart. "So, I must cooperate?"

"You are very smart." Gerling nodded vigorously, with a spark of victory in his eyes. "This is not a coercion, but I am willing to give you an umbrella of protection."

Romans lowered his head in thought, leaning back slightly, trying to adjust his breathing. The late autumn sun shone in through the window, shining on his face, bringing a hint of warmth, but the chill in his heart gradually deepened.

"Okay, I'll consider it." Romans said finally, suppressing the fear in his heart and trying to face Gerlin's threats with a free and easy attitude.

"Not bad," Gerling smiled, seeming satisfied with Romans's change. "I look forward to the good news you will bring."

He must make a choice as soon as possible, whether for himself or Emily. However, every step he takes will be extremely difficult, as if pushing himself into a bottomless abyss.