"President Hadiva, the message sent back by Master Drarke has been interrupted."

After receiving the report, Hadiva's face became even more excited.

Long before Delark was sent out, Hadiva asked him to deliver a message to him every two hours.

It has been more than three hours since that time, and it is impossible for Delark to make such a mistake with his caution.

In other words... Drark, including the mage group he led, had an accident without making any noise.

"Let me report back to Finance Magistrate Fidel..." Hadiva suddenly paused.

"Tell him...this accident that happened to Master Dralke?" the mage who reported the situation asked tentatively.

Hadiva glared at him, then shook his head and said: "No, tell him... I will let another mage assist him. Dralke has been called back by me... If he asks?"

"I will tell him that the man the slave is chasing has traces." The mage said obediently.

"Very good..." Hadiva praised coldly.

When God closes a window, he will open a door.

This is the Stinian Theocracy's description of the gods, who are benevolent and generous.

But regarding this perception, Hadiva felt that it should be changed.

The god closed a door and opened a window hesitantly.

If humans...were created by gods, then they are stingy!

At the end of his life, he will also experience the feeling of standing at a bottleneck and being unable to break through no matter what.

Human limits are too low. He had experienced this feeling more than 20 years ago, but it has not improved until now.

Now...it's not a god, but a dragon, and its giant tail slaps hard on the door closed by the god.

So, the door opened.

Hadiva ran out and stared blankly at the magical road that appeared in front of him.

It turns out... there is still time to go, and he wants to keep walking.

Hadiwa stood up, opened the door and walked out.

"Is this a den of thieves?" Antoine said with disgust.

When outsiders appeared, she returned to her appearance as a man. If the woman's story were spread, it would definitely be a disaster for her who was already at a disadvantage.

"..What do you mean?"

"With over a dozen men kidnapped, isn't this palace a den of thieves?" Antoine raised his glass, knocked it gently in the air, and toasted to Elena, "We

You are also a prisoner, but being with a beautiful woman obviously feels different."

Elena was stunned for a moment.

However, due to Antoine's statement, the strange looks that the mages cast on them immediately dissipated a lot.

This made her realize that Antoine had done this intentionally.

Doubts still exist.

After confirming that the dragons were not attracted by their voices.

The mages reluctantly gathered their courage and asked them: "How do you walk freely...?"

Compared to Elena and Antoine who could move freely, they were much worse off.

Bound by magic ropes, unable to exert any magic power, they collapsed on the ground in a staggered state. After Igna brought them back, he was not in the mood to arrange positions for them, so all he did was to throw them.

"Use...treasure." Antoine rubbed his fingers, "You must have discovered that the dragon is very greedy for money, just like a wealthy aristocrat..."

"How many gold coins did you use?" Nakeke asked first.

This is also an issue that other mages are very concerned about.

Magicians are actually no different from nobles. They are accustomed to pampering themselves. If you can use an appropriate amount of gold coins to enjoy the treatment you deserve, no magician will choose to be stingy.

Antoine raised a finger.

"Ten thousand gold coins?" Nakeke asked tentatively.

In the eyes of other mages, this is already a very high price.

Many mages also showed signs of depression.

Apart from a few fourth-level mages, Dralke was the only one who did not change his expression.

Antoine made a "tsk, tsk, tsk" sound of disgust, and then shook his head.

"It turns out that the mages of the Kingdom of Scarlet are also so poor. I thought it was just a trait that appeared among the nobles."

Along with Antoine's disgusting words, this group of mages who thought highly of themselves were also angered.

A series of bad words came out of the mage's mouth.

"The third prince of the Yongsai Empire, a prince is just a prince after all..."

"Do you think you can leave if you fall into the hands of a dragon?"

"Your brother must be happy to accept your territory and women."

Antoine laughed, seeming to laugh at the crazy words of these mages.

"What's so funny?" Nakeke asked as one of the bad words.

Antoine ignored them and shouted to Joel: "Ten million... how about buying these people?"

Joel stopped what he was doing, his stomach swaying, and trotted over.

"..You said ten million?" Joel emphasized.

"You know I have a gem mine. Each gem mine can make hundreds of thousands of gold coins every year. The market price is around ten million. I will give one to you."

Antoine offers Joel a bargain he can't refuse.

However, as part of the kidnapping, Joel decided to give the kidnappers a chance.

"You can complete your self-salvation. If you can offer a higher stake, I will reject her."

Ten million? The mages were instantly stunned.

Even Drark took a breath. It only costs about one million to assassinate a saint mage. And the other dozen mages, based on the underground price, do not exceed 200,000.

Antoine waved his hand and unleashed a bomb, leaving them unable to resist.

Being a mage is a costly profession. Even the saint Antoine can only get a few million gold coins at full cost.

"I'm very surprised, why don't you send me...?"

During the lease period, Joel promised Antoine that he could help her.

"This is the title deed of the gem mine." Antoine threw a title deed to Joel, and then shook his head, "If you take action, you will at most cause some harm to them. Before you get the treasure, you will always

You won’t kill your precious wealth.”

Listening to Antoine's words, the mages realized something...

"Before you laugh, you seem to have forgotten...my father's nickname is the Bloodthirsty Emperor."

"That's the lunatic you call him, and as his son... I can't fall behind."

An ancient-style dagger penetrated the heart of a mage smoothly. One end of the dagger was held in Antoine's hand, and blood spurted out from the wound. The mage still had disbelief on his face. The Mage Association's

Existence has brought them too many conveniences, as well as power and status. Now all of this is unimportant, and he will lose it forever.

Before the wizards could scream in surprise, Antoine pulled out his dagger and stabbed another wizard in the heart again.

After taking care of the two mages, the executioner stopped.
Chapter completed!