The most powerful wizard in the magic world

Romans was pushed into a dark room, the mottled water stains on the wall reflected pale light. In this enclosed space, he felt an invisible oppression, as if the air had become heavy. Gerling leaned against the wall, a mocking smile on his lips, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

"Do you think you can escape, Romance?" Gerlin asked in a low and hoarse voice, and the sense of oppression surged like a tide.

Romans raised his head and tried to appear calm. Although his heart was in turmoil, he still tried to remain calm: "What do you want to know? You should know that I know nothing."

“Haha,” Gerling laughed contemptuously and strode closer, his face looking gloomy and distorted in the dim light, “of course you don’t know, especially before I’m ready to put pressure on you.” He reached out and patted Romans’ shoulder with ironic tenderness, then withdrew his hand, as if to tell the other party that he did not need this kind of “intimacy”.

Romans felt a chill run down his spine, realizing he was in danger, but he was unwilling to be defeated. He gritted his teeth and tried to confront Gerling psychologically: "If you are so sure that I know the information you want, why don't you just tell me what you want me to say?"

Garlin narrowed his eyes in interest. "Do you really think I will give you an answer so easily? That's too naive, Romance. You have to understand that in this game, I am always in control. I have time, and the more you struggle, the more interested I am."

"I don't want to participate in your imaginary game." Romans replied, but found that his voice became extremely weak, as if swallowed by Gerling's aggressiveness.

Gerling smiled, but his eyes were grim. "Unfortunately, you are too deeply involved. Now you have no choice." He stood up and began to pace around the room, as if thinking about something. His fingers tapped the side of his legs lightly, making an even rhythm. As he moved, Romans' heartbeat seemed to become more and more obvious, like a piece of music that was about to end.

"You are very smart, Romans." Gerling suddenly stopped and stabbed Romans with his eyes. "That's why I am particularly disappointed with your mistake. You are different from those stupid guys. You know how to protect yourself, but you were still caught."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Romans tried hard to keep his voice from trembling, but he knew that Gerling had already caught on to his uneasiness, and the smile on his face grew even more wanton.

"Come on, relax. I just want you to tell me the location. The longer you keep silent, the more miserable you will be. I saw your friend, and he is much happier than you."

Romans was shocked and cold sweat began to seep out of his face. At this moment, the scene of his friend Mike being caught seemed to flash through his mind, and the desperate look on his face lingered. "You won't touch him," he warned subconsciously, but his voice sounded weak.

"If you think so, then come to me." Gerling's tone suddenly became sinister, "Tell me what you know, and I won't reach out to him."

"You have no right to interfere with my choice." Romans clenched his teeth, trying to make himself look more confident, but the fear in his heart grew.

"I don't have power? You are such a naive child." Gerlin showed a sinister smile, like a cunning hunter, "I have plenty of resources and methods. We can turn you into a good child, as loyal as a good boy. As long as you open your mouth and tell us those secrets that shouldn't stay in your head."

"You have no way of knowing what the secret is." Romans raised his chin, his eyes full of determination, but also mixed with a hint of uneasiness. He knew that Gerling's threat was not groundless.

"Oh, Romance, you don't have to act so strong. In this game, pain is your only ally." Gerling said coldly, his lips slightly raised, as if expecting Romance to collapse. He took a step forward, almost close to Romance's face, and said provocatively: "Tell me, is there a secret that excites me hidden in your heart, waiting for me to discover it?"

Romans cursed in his heart, and he must not be angered by him. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, maybe he could use Gerling's arrogance to fight back against him. So, he pretended to be calm and said: "If I tell on you and guarantee your wealth and glory, will I be safe? This agreement is too cheap for you."

Gerling's eyes flashed with excitement. He appreciated such a daring attitude: "I like your courage." He pulled out a chair and sat down, as if ready to listen to Romans' "advice." "So, what do you want? Money? Freedom? Or the life of your poor friend?"

“Don’t think you’re going to make me weak. I’ll find a way to save him.” Romans’ heartbeat quickened. Even though he said that, he knew that this might be an irreversible deal.

"Save him? Haha, so naive. You want me to let him go? Do you think it's possible?" Gerling gritted his teeth, and the mockery in his eyes became more and more obvious. Suddenly, he became gentle again: "Think about it, if you can get benefits, based on a mutually beneficial and win-win cooperation relationship, your friends may also be able to live a stable life."

Romans' heart trembled slightly, as if he saw a glimmer of hope. But he knew that when dealing with Gerlin, he must not let down his guard easily: "Some promises cannot be fulfilled, and I don't want to gamble my fate with you."

Gerling was slightly startled, surprised by Romans's straightforwardness. He was used to playing mind games to dominate others, but he didn't expect that the boy in front of him could remain so firm. It seemed that tonight's confrontation had just begun.

"Then let's talk about what's really important, Romance." Gerling's tone became interested, like a philosopher discussing the meaning of life. "If you are willing to say what I want, you will find how wonderful it is to live at this moment."

"You don't deserve to talk about life." Romance responded coldly, but he was secretly wondering if he could find a way to break the deadlock.

"There is no point in fighting between you and me." Gerling suddenly seemed to no longer pay attention to Romans. He casually picked up a glass of water on the table and drank it slowly. His eyes flickered like a hunter waiting for the pleasure of prey taking the bait.