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 too familiar to Dickler

became lifeless, and his body

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

Fagen’s figure and then searched for something in the pile of metal boxes

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

books. Seeing that the magic locks were intact, a barely visible disappointment flashed

figure out your intentions, but they also made you suffer heavy losses.”, The family’s secret guard used the [Mage’s Hand] to pick up the envelope on the table and handed it to the

been behind this incident. Open this

Uncle…”, Dickler Fagen was extremely upset,

family secret guard shook his head

the stakes when you’re

metal coffin, stumbled over

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

Dickler Fagen’s weeping figure,

quickly removed this expression that should not have been

on the table, found a chair leaning against the wall

later, the wall clock

amidst the chiming of the clock, leaned against

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

letter made his expression change unpredictably, showing his anger and unwillingness, his helplessness, and his fear of

crumpled the letter paper and threw it