"The person who killed Aili is the disciple with fifth-class qualification you have newly acquired!" Darnell's eyes were full of anger.
"Impossible! That boy from Augustus is still just a second-class apprentice. Even if he is a great knight, he still has the hand of the Knight of the Dead.
But I remember that your disciple named Aili also has an intermediate-level demonized item called the Ice Armor Necklace, and he is also a third-class wizard apprentice. How could he kill your disciple?"
Seymour sneered, but his heart moved slightly, and his previous suspicion of Yuesheng arose again.
"Hmph! Who knows what you, the old guy, gave him! Tell him who killed Aili!"
Darnell threw the three people in his hand into Seymour and said coldly.
"It's Augustus, Lord."
Before Samir could speak, the other two gray-robed wizard apprentices hurriedly said.
Seymour's eyes narrowed.
"If you don't believe it, you can search your own soul!"
Darnell glanced at Seymour.
Samir and the other two suddenly turned pale. If Seymour searched for souls, their mental power would definitely become an idiot.
"good!"
Seymour wouldn't care what they thought. For him, the status of a wizard apprentice who is not qualified to be a fifth-class wizard is higher than that of a slave.
Official wizards like them would not blame them even if they killed one or two black bone cemeteries.
This is the law of the black-robed wizards. The strong are respected, and they are more than ten times more cruel than the white-robed wizards.
The ancient Byronic mantra was pronounced from Seymour's mouth. Samir and the other two wanted to escape, but were caught by their feet from the ground with their boned arms.
Three gray-black mists extended out of Seymour and pierced into the heads of the three.
"Ahhhh!"
Three shrill screams, the three of them trembled like sieve, bright red blood spurted out from their seven orifices, and memories came from the gray and black mist into Seymour's mind.
Seeing these memories, Seymour's face slowly turned dark.
"How is it? Hand over Augustus!" Darnell sneered as he looked at Seymour's darkened face.
"August is not here with me. According to their memory, he had already taken the task to the Black Sun Forest a month ago."
Seymour pointed at Samir and the other three with expressionless expression.
"August has indeed had a problem. Those experimental equipment and such creatures are obviously used to study bloodlines."
Seymour's heart moved and had already made plans.
He just said why he didn't come to see him every month.
"Black Sun Forest?"
Darnell's face changed. The Black Sun Forest was so big, and it had been more than a month since he was a formal wizard, it would be impossible to find someone in such a big place.
"Don't worry, I will help you find him, and I have some things to look for him."
Seymour said in a deep voice, turned around and entered the laboratory, and took out a glass conical bottle containing the blood of the moon.
"This is Augustus' blood, and I will use soul-chasing technique to find his whereabouts."
Seymour said, opening the conical bottle while chanting a mantra in her mouth.
In the Black Sun Forest, Yuesheng, who was familiar with his own strength, suddenly felt a feeling of peeping.
"This feeling is... someone is looking for my location?"
Yuesheng raised his eyebrows. Although it was different from the way of locking souls in the main world, the feeling of being peeped at was the same.
"Seemor? Or someone else?"
He narrowed his eyes, and there was no way to block such tracking in all his abilities.