Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver

Chapter 2320

What could the leading force be, then?

Wilbur stopped abruptly after walking around the formations twice and activated his Iris Veritas. Amidst his excitement and nerves, he had completely forgotten about the Iris Veritas, and that he could use it to look under the formation.

Through the Iris Veritas, Wilbur saw a stream of water deep underground flowing back and forth. A smaller stream connected to it would lead to the formation-the pale blue one, as Wilbur observed.

Despite the two formations being so closely interlocked with each other, the golden formation did nothing to block the water at all, which meant that the pale blue formation was the one controlling the water level underground.

That would mean that the golden formation was connected to the hidden space where the dragon cauldron fragment was located. Now that Wilbur had this information, he knew that the pale blue formation gave the people of Diseya a water source, and thus it was not to be touched.

However, it was not going to be easy to break the golden formation, either.

in the day, Wilbur knew that both formations were equally powerful. This made Wilbur curious as to what the leading force of the golden formation was. What kind of leading

not see any leading force linked to the golden formation, which he found rather strange. There was no way the golden formation would have lasted

knew that the only way to break the golden formation was to find its leading force and cut off its connection to the formation so that the formation would disappear

formations all day, and the sky eventually began to darken. Arsi brought Wilbur dinner from home, but Wilbur refused to take a single bite. Arsi sat on a bench nearby, eating his own dinner as he said, "I don't think you have to rush so much, Mister Penn. Why don't we eat first? You can get back to

know how important the formations were to Wilbur. What

was completely transfixed and did not even seem

night, a figure dashed out of Diseya to the deserts outside where five Harley-Davidsons parked. Six men and one woman wearing leather jackets stood waiting as the short

named Johnson, the key informant of the Scorpion Killers. His small frame made him easy to miss, and the

this time, getting Johnson to enter Diseya to spy on

I saw Wilbur Penn just now. He was walking around the village square in circles over and over again like a