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

and his body

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

at Young Master Fagen’s figure and then searched for

with a magic lock holding magic books caught his attention. He walked over and looked

Seeing that the magic locks were intact, a barely visible disappointment flashed in his

you suffer heavy losses.”, The family’s secret

things were sent by the Deep Sea Branch, and Selena must have been behind this incident. Open this letter from Selena herself. If she’s willing

I still have a chance? Uncle…”, Dickler

guard shook his

the stakes when you’re

Fagen looked at Festa’s metal coffin, stumbled over to it,

no~ I should never have let you supervise them!! You were the one closest to

secret guard watched Dickler Fagen’s weeping figure, and a

that should

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

the wall

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

knife to cut open the envelope, and

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

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