Chapter 1212 I Trust Him

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Thus, until she found Emmanuel and the Saintess, she decided to keep Mackenzie around. However, in the next

moment, the dagger in her hand pressed against Mackenzie’s neck again, leaving a shallow cut.

“Are those your people behind you?” Trisha pointed at the bodyguards like Logan, who had jumped down.

“They are my bodyguards. If you want to find your leader, you better not act recklessly, or we’ll all die here together!”

Mackenzie also noticed signs of a struggle at the scene, with footprints and tire marks. She speculated that Emmanuel and the white-clad woman might have been ambushed by others. And that person was likely Magnus.

After all, that man excelled at this kind of deduction.

“Release Ms. Mackenzie!”

Soon after, Logan and the others also came ashore, glaring at Trisha.

Trisha didn’t want to waste time dealing with these unrelated people, especially since, like the white-clad woman, she was affected by the bone-softening powder. Her entire body couldn’t exert force. If not for this, she wouldn’t have needed to draw her dagger against Mackenzie.

Just then, she sniffed forcefully and immediately followed the scent.

“You all follow me!” Mackenzie quickly joined her.

Though uncertain of what this woman smelled, it was probably related to the Saintess. As long as they found the Saintess, they might be able to locate Emmanuel and the Heart of the Sun.

On the other side, Emmanuel and the white-clad woman lay on the ground for a while before Blake led his men in.

He ordered, “Cuff them and take them away!”

Click.

Then, Blake guided them into a large

were people standing all around, appearing to be formidable martial

wearing a peculiar half-mask with a pair of golden-framed glasses

he saw Emmanuel and the others, the masked man curved a wicked smile, “Welcome,

altered, but it was indeed Magnus, recognizable

tone.

Magnus, why are you hiding behind a mask like a coward? Do you think I can’t recognize you like this?” The white-clad

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