Saul had always suspected Wind Sprite would make a move against him, so his arrangements mainly involved preparing to flee to the Chaos Realm with the consciousness bodies. Other spirits belonging to the wizard tower would all retreat into the black iron box.

Anyway, the black iron box was buried deep underground. Even if the upper wizard tower collapsed, it wouldn’t matter—they could start over from scratch.

Marsh would disguise himself as a mushroom hiding in the soil. As long as he didn’t attack again, even if Wind Sprite discovered him, she probably wouldn’t bother with him.

Of course, if Wind Sprite attacked while he wasn’t present, the wizard tower’s souls would still hide in the black iron box, while other consciousness bodies could step onto Rhine Lake when escape proved hopeless and hide inside as popsicles until Saul used the diary to rescue them.

At this time, Wind Sprite really did launch a surprise attack, and Saul happened to be in the Chaos Realm—he wouldn’t be able to return for at least half a day. Several consciousness bodies had already prepared to become popsicles at the lake bottom.

They just hadn’t expected that Wind Sprite’s first action upon arrival wasn’t to find Saul, but to steal their magic reservoir placed on the circular platform!

The magic reservoir needed to be built in an open area, otherwise the waste it emitted might turn an indoor space into a toxic garbage dump.

The consciousness bodies had also guessed that since Wind Sprite came to attack, she might seize Saul’s belongings. But when they actually saw a third-rank wizard completely disregarding face to steal their newly built magic reservoir, they were still furious enough to jump up and down.

What was even more infuriating was that through Hope’s observations, they really just grabbed the magic reservoir and ran!

The pale yellow giant bird released the long whiskers from beneath it, binding them around the magic reservoir’s perimeter. Combined with another second-rank wizard’s cooperation, they quickly packaged and took away Saul’s magic reservoir.

Having finally completed Lord Wind Sprite’s mission, Baron was extremely pleased and prepared to continue plundering the wizard tower with Wind Sprite’s support.

However, contrary to his expectations, Wind Sprite directly left with the magic reservoir!

Baron stood at the edge of the circular platform, dumbstruck.

Wind Sprite had left directly. Could he alone still take away those soul bodies?

But thinking about it, those soul bodies only had about first-rank strength. As long as he wasn’t hit by those magic-prohibiting crossbow bolts again, he wouldn’t fear them.

Just then, Ann, who had been hiding inside the wizard tower, suddenly showed her head, but retracted when Baron saw her.

Baron’s heart trembled. “These guys appear and disappear like ghosts, and those magic-prohibiting arrows can ignore at least second-rank defenses. I’m too passive alone—better go back and call the other two over.”

The biggest external support had come and gone, leaving Baron, who had originally wanted to burn, kill, and plunder, feeling uncertain.

The wound on his chest was still healing. After some consideration, he convinced himself that since there was still time and the wizard tower couldn’t run away, it was safer to call the other wizards.

However, just as he prepared to return to find his companions, he discovered the mushroom forest side was terrifyingly quiet.

“Are you looking for her?” The Old Witch emerged from the mushroom forest, holding a mummy in her hand.

The corpse’s body was almost completely drained of moisture, but from the clothes, Baron could still tell it was the female wizard who had come with him.

“Maggie?” Baron’s expression changed. “Where’s Carter?”

“You mean this guy who plays with puppet control?” Another person emerged from the mushroom forest, riding a magical beast one meter taller than a magic wolf.

The magical beast had a lion’s head, horse’s body, and a pair of huge wings.

But this magical beast wasn’t within Baron’s knowledge range—it looked more like an artificially synthesized magical beast through magic.

Baron didn’t recognize the magical beast but recognized the person riding it.

Though he wore a helmet, his entire outfit was too conspicuous.

Anyway, besides Brando, Baron had never seen any other wizard who would move around wearing armor.

“Brando…” Baron couldn’t help but step back.

This guy was extremely troublesome. As long as you couldn’t kill him, he could change bodies daily to trouble you.

Moreover, these bodies had different martial focuses—some were pure physical berserkers, others were extremely agile knights.

If he conducted in-depth research on you and designed a body specifically to counter you, fighting would be extremely depressing.

At this time, Brando’s spear still had a wizard hanging from it.

That wizard’s hands and feet were still twitching—he wasn’t completely dead yet but had lost the ability to struggle.

That was Baron’s third companion, the wizard responsible for controlling the blue-green cloaks.

Because his close combat wasn’t good, he had been hiding in the mushroom forest all along, never expecting to be picked off by the returning Brando.

Looking at Brando, then at the Old Witch who had similarly dealt with one of his companions, Baron was extremely depressed.

“Why did Lord Wind Sprite run… no, leave so quickly? Otherwise, she could have casually eliminated these two troublesome people.”

But it was too late to say anything now.

Baron knew that staying here any longer would just be delivering his head to others.

He glared viciously at Brando, who had inexplicably appeared here, and jumped down from the other side of the circular platform.

Wind Sprite’s attack had been magnificent in momentum but ended abruptly.

Most crucially, though third-rank wizard Wind Sprite had come personally, she had only shown her face, stolen Saul’s recent research results, and fled.

She hadn’t even casually released a spell to destroy the wizard tower.

Saul, returning alone from the Chaos Realm, was somewhat puzzled.

He had thought that after Wind Sprite’s visit, his foundation would be destroyed—either he’d have to seek help from Master Gorsa or find a way to take revenge himself.

“So much fuss about nothing.” Saul was now huddled with the others on underground level 1.

Looking at the equally confused group, Saul stroked his chin as a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

“This Wind Sprite… does she have problems?”

He looked up and confirmed once more with butler Hope. “Hope, are you certain that when Wind Sprite took away my magic reservoir, she never came down from start to finish?”

Hope nodded very definitely.

Saul leaned back, lightly tapping his index finger. “I suspect…”

Everyone looked at Saul.

“Wind Sprite really does have problems, and big ones. Her current strength might not even reach third-rank!”

Upon hearing this, the others looked at each other—their first reaction was that Saul was overthinking.

“After all, she’s a third-rank wizard. She shouldn’t have such big problems, right?” Herman still remembered the terrifying pressure when Wind Sprite descended on the giant bird.

Instead, the Old Witch gradually became excited. She clapped her hands. “That’s right, that’s right! That Wind Sprite definitely has problems. Haha, she’s actually fallen to robbing a first-rank wizard’s belongings… though normally a first-rank wizard couldn’t possess something like a magic reservoir either.”

She stood up. “When I went to steal from her lair last time, I already felt something was wrong with her. She actually took so long to discover the anomaly after I escaped. I think she already had problems then. Hahaha, this is wonderful!”

The Old Witch had been chased by Wind Sprite like a dog for two years. Now thinking that Wind Sprite’s physical abilities might have problems, she couldn’t stop grinning.

“You… went to steal Wind Sprite’s things? What things?” Saul finally understood why the Old Witch was wanted throughout Wind Sprite’s territory.

Had she also stolen from Firefly Lord?

For a second-rank to simultaneously provoke two third-ranks—was this praiseworthy courage or worrying intelligence?

“Well, actually telling you isn’t a big deal. Besides me, none of you could use it anyway.” The Old Witch tossed her head and raised her hand to grab the severed finger that had swung to her face. “It’s this. Actually, it can’t really be called stealing—this finger was originally mine!”

(End of Chapter)

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