Franz stopped Asir and said solemnly, "Mr. Herag, I'm seriously discussing this issue with you now. You're just a wizard at the liquid stage and couldn't possibly have the ability to kill Brown who reached the Abyss Plane. So I want to know how you killed him, or what happened when you both reached the Abyss Plane."

Franz had been pondering over this issue for some time. He first ruled out the possibility that Herag killed Brown, as it was basically impossible.

But the fact was that Brown was dead, and he died in the Abyss Plane.

This suggests that Brown was very likely killed by another being in the Abyss Plane, which was what Franz was truly concerned about.

He wanted to know what happened between the two of them in the Abyss Plane.

Herag being able to return alive was most likely a stroke of luck.

Because through this period of investigation, Franz found that Herag hadn't left the house for half a month.

According to the investigated data, Herag frequently went to the Wizard Tower for meditation practice.

But during this half month, Herag very suddenly stopped going to the Wizard Tower.

Abnormality represents anomaly, and there must be a reason behind it.

After a simple deduction, Franz knew that Herag was most likely injured, and not just with a minor injury.

For wizards, minor injuries are easy to recover from.

Wounds that require half a month at home to heal certainly aren't ordinary injuries.

When Franz thought of this, he quickly figured everything out.

It was that after Brown dragged Herag to the Abyss Plane, they encountered some unexpected situation leading to Brown's death, yet Herag managed to escape back by a fluke.

Although severely injured, he preserved his life.

This was also why Franz wasn't in a hurry to kill Herag because Herag simply didn't have that capability.

To Franz, Herag was a tool that could be utilized to its full value.

Herag glanced at Franz and said, "I'll say it one last time: that guy named Brown was killed with a single punch from me, and that's the truth."

Franz sneered and exhaled: "If you don't cooperate, don't blame me for being rude."

"Rude? What, you planning to make a move on me?" Herag asked nonchalantly.

"Killing you is, of course, out of the question, as you represent Serlandir. Can't break the rules. But from today onwards, you have to follow my arrangements, otherwise, you'll suffer," Franz said with a cold smile.

Herag looked surprised, picking up his wine glass, "The wine is poisoned?"

Franz opened his mouth, "Of course, the wine..."

Before he could finish, Herag interrupted, "Of course, the wine isn't poisoned. What's problematic is the cork sealing the bottle. The cork contains extremely tiny mosquitoes, these mosquitoes are a kind of demon from the Abyss Plane. They can silently burrow into people's brains and control their minds, right?"

"You..." Franz was dumbfounded as he looked at Herag.

"How did you figure it out?" he asked, quite puzzled.

These mosquitoes are finer than dust, and barely any wizard could see them, making them impossible to guard against.

These mosquitoes are unaffected even if you hold your breath as they can enter the bloodstream through one's pores and then reach the brain where they reproduce.

The speed at which they reproduce is extremely fast. In the time it takes to drink and chat, a whole swarm of baby mosquitoes would have been produced.

The real reason Franz was slowly chatting with Herag was waiting for these mosquito demons to reproduce.

Herag chuckled, "How I figured it out is none of your concern."

He was highly sensitive and acutely perceptive to the Abyssal Aura.

The moment Franz pulled out the cork, Herag had already sensed these mosquitoes fluttering in.

But as for his constitution, he possessed the bloodline power of the Thunder God Ancestor within his body.

These mosquitoes didn't dare to approach him, let alone enter his body.

But Herag willingly absorbed these mosquitoes into his body, gathering them into a bunch, tightly wrapping them with his magic power.

These mosquitoes, gathered together, felt the incredibly terrifying aura around them and didn't dare to move.

Franz was delighted when he felt these mosquitoes enter Herag's body.

He had thought victory was within his grasp, but unexpectedly, an unforeseen situation occurred.

"Is this all you Abyssal Cultists can do, these sneaky tricks?" Herag asked provocatively.

Franz stared at Herag, speechless, seemingly deep in thought.

"What next? You plan to kill me?" Herag asked, spreading his hands.

Neither Franz nor Asir spoke, leaving the courtyard in utter silence.

Herag extended his neck: "Come on, give me a stab."

Asir glared angrily, seemingly unable to endure such provocation, ready to charge up again.

Franz stopped him again, "Enough, let him go."

At this point, without controlling Herag, anything further had no significance.

Herag had entered openly, with many secretly watching here.

Franz couldn't possibly make a move now, nor could he do anything to Herag.

Herag rose with a smile, "Go? No, no, no, your turn is over. Now it's my turn."

"What do you mean?" Franz asked, looking at the young man in front of him.

Herag had no intention of just leaving like this. He came today specifically to eliminate this hidden threat.

Once he left, he could imagine, it would be endless trouble in the future.

These Abyssal Cultists were like maggots attached to a bone. Though they couldn't cause you a deadly wound at once.

But today, they'd get you a bit, and tomorrow again, endlessly annoying.

How could one practice like that, having to guard against these people all day?

This Franz in front of him was clearly one of the leaders among the Abyssal Cultists. The Abyss Plane aura on him was as intense as that of a native from the Abyss Plane.

If Franz reached the Abyss Plane, he should be quite powerful.

But now, in the Wizard Plane, the thicker the Abyss Plane aura on him, the more suppressed the powers from the Abyss Plane would be.

In short, Franz was weak in the Wizard Plane.

"Absolute Defense."

A colorful shield instantly appeared on Herag's body.

"Titan Power!"

Herag's body rapidly enlarged, his clothes instantly shattered, and his body was covered with a layer of dark gold armor.

His massive figure occupied most of the courtyard's space, making the already small courtyard appear even more cramped.

Franz looked at the giant in dark gold armor before him, eyes filled with disbelief.

He felt the powerful aura from Herag's body, never expecting Herag to possess such formidable power.

Moreover, Franz didn't expect Herag to dare to make a move.

He thought that with such open interactions, not succeeding in an underhanded way would simply mean letting it go, without engaging in a direct fight.

Herag laughed, "What? Thought I'd play by the rules? Sorry, I'm young, I don't like your set of rules. I'll eliminate anything threatening to me, it's as simple as that. So, please, go to hell."

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