Sunlight shines into the spacious and bright hall of the inspection office.

The guards in steel armor lowered their heads respectfully.

"...Sir, that's what happened."

Regina put away the book in her hand, with a look of surprise in her eyes.

"You mean... Pigou died? In the house of his other mistress?"

"Yes, sir, not only Pigou, but everyone there is dead." The guard responded without hesitation. He happened to recognize Pigou. He was the one who called Pigou for questioning last time.

"First it was Lisa, then Pigou... both were still digging out their hearts without leaving any trace..."

"What a coincidence!" Colin emphasized in a deep voice.

Regina turned to look at him and murmured: "Yes, what a coincidence."

Lisa, Pigou, if there is any common connection between these two people, or a common enemy, it can only be...

She was inexplicably reminded of Colin's speculation just now.

"You're right, Colin...Phil is suspected no matter what." Regina took a breath and stood up, "Without further ado, go and catch him now!"

She acted resolutely and led the guards outside the inspection office.

Originally, she would not have suspected Phil. After all, she had already asked the guards to investigate once, and he was just an ordinary fisherman.

But now Pigou is dead too.

If only Lisa died, then Phil's suspicion might only be 10%, but now, this suspicion has increased to at least half!

"Wait!" Colin stretched out his hand to stop her.

"Pigou is also an intermediate apprentice." He continued without giving Regina a chance to refute:

"I know that compared to wizards of our school, Pigou is much weaker as a wild wizard.

But to be on the safe side, I’d better go and report to Lord Flower first.”

The scholastic wizard who has received systematic education and the wild wizard who has become a monk are two completely different concepts.

Take learning witchcraft as an example. The wizards of their school can use the knowledge they have learned in the past to understand the principles behind witchcraft, so that they can send and receive it freely, and even innovate.

However, wild wizards often do not have a sound knowledge system, and it is difficult to fully understand the principles behind witchcraft, and it is also difficult to completely master a witchcraft to the point of mastery.

Regina paused, looked at Colin, and frowned slightly.

But he immediately let go, nodded, and said:

"You're right, Colin."

The two came to Flower's office and reported the situation to him.

"…I see."

After a while, Flower sat behind the brown mahogany table and nodded, thinking quietly for a moment, and then said: "I will go with you."

"Yes." Colin and the two nodded.

Flower stood up and walked toward the door.

But when he reached the door, he paused for a moment, feeling a little doubtful.

'If it is really the Flesh and Thorns Cult, I may not be able to handle it alone... Do I need to report to Lord Hongyan and the Lord of City Puris?'

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes looked even smaller due to the accumulation of fat.

"What's the matter, Captain Flower?" Regina asked.

"Nothing." Flower relaxed his brows, replied calmly, and continued walking forward.

'Now that nothing has been determined, it would not be a wise move to report to Lord Hongyan and the others rashly.'

He took Colin and the two to the stairs and was about to go downstairs.

But he shook his head again, turned around, and Colin and the other two ordered:

"You guys wait for me here for a while."

Both Colin and Colin were a little confused, but they didn't dare to ask more questions. They just watched Flower return to the office quietly.

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In a dark basement.

boom!

Bowen pushed open the wooden door, lifted his black hood, looked at Saroyan sitting in front of him behind a low table and said angrily:

"An intermediate wizard apprentice is dead! Do you want us all to be exposed?"

"Don't worry, my friend." Saroyan put a smile on his lips and spoke in a soothing tone, "On the entire island, our Lord's scarlet mist can be seen except for us devout believers.

Maybe it’s just that rotten old man Rapp…”

"Besides, I will pick up the Heart of Revenge later and take back the scarlet mist. Soon, all traces will disappear.

By that time, even if Rapp comes in person, all he can see is Phil Ordinary’s body.”

Bowen's face brightened slightly,

A soul that has not been strengthened and sublimated will indeed be unable to feel the scarlet miracle of the Lord...

But his tone was still a little cold and he continued to ask:

"Before this, revenge has ended, why don't you recycle the scarlet mist in time?"

Saroyan shook his head, his voice rose slightly, and he continued in a positive tone:

"Phil's revenge has only now come to a successful end!"

Saroyan turned to look at Bowen:

"Phil has never resented his wife, Lisa."

"Even though...she abandoned him and strangled the young child to death."

He put his right hand on his cheek, rubbed it gently, and said softly in a chanting tone:

"Phil, what I hate is Pigou, the wizard, the high-ranking wizard on the island!"

Bowen said nothing.

Saroyan chuckled again, put down his right hand that was rubbing his cheek, and comforted:

"Don't worry, I will take back the scarlet mist right away...

Moreover, if you think about it on the bright side, this one has absorbed the revengeful heart of the intermediate wizard apprentice, which is comparable to hundreds of ordinary revengeful hearts..."

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West of the city, slums.

It was already approaching dusk.

In a dilapidated shack.

Phil was lying on the straw mat, looking at the roof of the palm leaf shed.

Perhaps there were wooden racks for drying fish, and the entire shack was filled with the fishy smell of sea fish.

But he has long been accustomed to this smell. The rich golden sunlight of the sunset shines through the hole in the roof and shines on him, but it cannot bring him any warmth.

Phil looked dull.

If you look closely, you can find memories or aftertaste in his dead eyes.

Lisa…

He slowly raised his right hand, as if to catch the golden light beam projected in front of him.

...But how can we catch the light?

Swish.

The next second, his rough, dark palms that looked toward the light were instantly transformed into ferocious claws made of invisible scarlet mist.

The sun still shines through unobstructed.

Phil's vision became blurry.

Lisa.

Lisa——!

The sun was setting at this moment and the sky was clear.

But he seemed to be in that dark, windy and rainy night two years ago!
To be continued...