Zavier snapped his fingers, and two blue circles appeared in his right eye, followed by the words, "Tell me your secret, and I'll spare your life."
What that Devil Worker didn't realize was that the illusionist was already standing by, ready to cast a spell at any time, and it was impossible for him to leave whether he said it or not.
The Devil Worker smiled, unconcerned about Zavier's promise. "You'd been on our lists for quite some time, and I'd been tasked with investigating all of your information. More than four people have been following and protecting you. According to my investigation, the first is the Mosa family, the Hiling Empire's second largest family, the second is the Adam family members who protect you, the third is the military Merckeby Party, and the fourth is the military's MI13."
There was a brief pause, and the Devil Worker clearly stalled for time.
Without hesitation, Zavier stabbed him in the ground near his ear. The only head left broke out in a cold sweat from his brow.
"What else did you discover?"
"The Mosa family is well-known throughout the empire, and their family fiefdom is located at the empire's southernmost tip. The entire family is the most loyal guardian of the royal family, and they have not collapsed despite through four emperors. Everyone believes that the Mosa family and the royal family signed some kind of sacred contract, which is why the royal family trusts them so much. Perhaps you know more than I do about why the Mosa family is spying on you."
Zavier kept looking at the other person's face and found that he was very calm and that everything he said was true and valid for the system's authentication.
"Do you really have no idea what the Mosas are up to?" Zavier inquired.
"What does that have to do with us? The Hiling Empire has also wanted me."
[The outcome of the lie determination revealed that all of them were true.]
"Then tell me about the Merckeby Party and MI13," Zavier continued, he had never heard of two organizations.
The Devil Worker was happy to help because it was just some information that was right in front of him.
With a relaxed expression, he said, "Merckeby Party is Blaine's first large family. The Merckeby Party, the white glove of the Blaine family, is the number one local gang, and you should know who they are. MI13 is the empire's dark side; this organization handles all scandals. I only know why MI13 is following you out of all of these forces."
He deliberately paused at this point, as if waiting for something.
Zavier grabbed his ear and cut it with the blood blade in his hand in an instant.
"Ahhhh!" The head screamed in vain.
Zavier stated vehemently, "I've given you enough time as a loser, but don't treat me like a fool. I require additional information. I'll crush your head straight if you say one word less!"
Devil Worker realized this fearless young man was telling the truth.
He was afraid of the consequences and finally explained, "Nowadays, young men are truly remarkable. MI13 tracked you down because they tried to steal that box from you the last time. The box is far from ordinary; it contained the raw materials for a SEALED artifact, and as long as we obtain it, we can easily create a powerful SEALED artifact."
"It is expected to produce a sealed artifact, as long as it is not in the case of the ability to be restrained, which can allow B-class professionals to cross the S-class challenge, and is the type of strength that has a high chance of directly wiping out the opposing side. While everything appears to have been handled perfectly in the end, MI13 will generally follow the person in question for a period of time to ensure that they were not further harmed. Trust me when I say that the sealed artifact ingredient taking over the body is never a good thing."
"And what is the ingredient in the SEALED artifact?" Zavier inquired.
"Hahahahaha... It's like a god or a demon," said Devil Worker, laughing.
Despite this, the lie determination magic concluded that what the other party said was true.
Zavier had heard so much that his mind was still trying to figure out whether the Sealed Artifact's ingredients were gods or demons.
The clone suddenly came over and pointed his hand in the direction of the Niccolo library.
When Zavier looked up, there was a huge hole in the sky, as if it had been melted through.
He hurriedly turned his head to look at Devil Worker's remaining head, only to see a little spirit dragging the head and fleeing.
"What's that in the sky?" Zavier inquired of the system in an instand.
[The preliminary determination is space power; please be cautious when making a decision.]
Zavier was startled, so he ran out of the area with the skull in his hand and through the fence behind him.
As his heart rate went up, he turned his head and saw a familiar figure coming toward him quickly from a distance.
The other party's very visible magical righteous eye was simply a familiar sight.
There was no way the professor could have missed the fluctuations caused by the two A-ranked professionals from the start of the battle to the end, then there was only one possibility: he was doing it on purpose.
The professor never left the auditorium, whether it was the first wave of killers or the second wave that followed. Instead, when Zavier was ready to run away, the professor left the school to go after him, even though there were still students there.
This professor's identity was far from ordinary, and Devil Worker is a gang.
The professor's identity is far from clear, and he and Devil Worker may have collaborated. With this in mind, Zavier quickened his pace and attempted to flee.
The Devil Worker's flickering ability was so powerful that the illusionist clone had to set up a scene for nearly half the school district before Zavier was able to defeat his foe.
But the more powerful the illusion, the more it consumed, and it was difficult to fight with all of the mana still in his body.
He sensed the location of the other clones and began to plan his next move.
He quickly shuttled through the streets, as many guards were already running towards Caesar University.
Caesar University was not your average university. The upper class could play games, but the lower class would not.
Zavier yelled, "I'm a first-year student at Caesar University, and that man is an assassin disguised as a professor. A dozen assassins have entered the school, and this phony professor doesn't care; instead, he is after me."
The number of murderers was undoubtedly small, but at this point, more talk was more likely to catch the attention of others.
"Be careful, he may be a class A professional," Zavier warned as a number of guards with lower professional ranks rushed straight towards the professor.
The low-level magic [Sound Flood] enchanted shout spread over at least eight or nine blocks nearby.
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