Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 712: 227. Hunting Fagen

The next morning.

A team of Deep Sea Wizards with a special mission set out from the Academy and arrived at the territory of Dickler Fagen, using the Academy’s magic car.

The team had no intention of meeting with Dickler Fagen. After handing over the magic pouch and letter to the new housekeeper in the visitor’s area, they left on the magic car.

After the magic pouch and letter had been magically detected and confirmed to be free of any danger, they were brought by the new housekeeper of the visitor’s area to Dickler Fagen’s living area and finally ended up on the young master Fagen’s desk.

Dickler Fagen’s complexion was grayish and twisted, his eyes brimming with murderous intent and resentment.

He reached out with his right hand and gripped the magic pouch tightly.

The soft fabric deformed in his hand.

Through the fabric, he could vaguely feel the contents of the pouch – four metal boxes and a pile of miscellaneous items.

“Dead… dead… Festa… dead…”

Using the [Mage’s Hand], Dickler Fagen took out the contents of the magic pouch and spread them out on the floor beside the desk.

Four metal coffins with transparent glass lids lay crookedly on the floor.

metal coffins were four corpses all too familiar to Dickler

his

wall in the study room wriggled, and a figure emerged – the family’s secret guard who had suggested the

arriving in the study room, the man glanced at Young Master Fagen’s figure

holding magic books caught his attention. He walked over and looked down at the magic

scanning over the six magic books. Seeing that the magic locks were intact, a

made you suffer heavy losses.”, The family’s secret guard used the [Mage’s Hand] to pick up the envelope on

Branch, and Selena must have been behind this incident. Open this letter from Selena herself. If she’s willing to accept your surrender, it’s best to

a chance? Uncle…”, Dickler Fagen was extremely upset,

family secret guard shook his head

the stakes when

at Festa’s metal coffin, stumbled

Festa, no~ I should never have let you supervise them!! You

figure, and a playful

that

put the envelope back on the table, found a chair leaning against the wall in

minutes later, the wall clock

clock, leaned against the wall, and

wiped the tears from his face, used a knife to cut open the envelope, and

his expression change unpredictably, showing his anger and unwillingness, his helplessness, and his fear

crumpled the letter paper and threw it at