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.

transparent lids of the metal coffins were four corpses all

eyes became lifeless, and his body

– the

glanced at Young Master Fagen’s figure and then searched for

metal box with a magic lock holding magic books caught his attention. He walked over and looked down at the magic books inside

magic books. Seeing that the magic locks were intact,

intentions, but they also made you suffer heavy losses.”, The family’s secret guard used the [Mage’s Hand] to pick up the

behind this incident. Open this letter from Selena herself. If she’s willing to accept your surrender,

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

guard shook his head

raise the stakes

Festa’s metal coffin, stumbled over to it,

I should never have let you supervise them!! You were the one closest to

guard watched Dickler Fagen’s weeping figure, and a

removed this expression that should not have

found a chair leaning against the wall in the room, and sat down, waiting

the wall clock announced

Fagen recovered amidst the chiming of the clock, leaned against the wall, and sat down

used a knife to cut open the envelope, and took

his expression change unpredictably, showing his anger and unwillingness,

gold coins!”, Dickler Fagen crumpled the letter paper and threw