Constantine looked at the red pill near the corpses. However, smoke came out of it before he could even touch it. It was reduced to ashes in a matter of seconds, and the wind had already blown the remains away.
Constantine frowned, heaving his breath. He stood up and tidied himself. Although he has many questions in his mind, Constantine can't afford the time to worry about these corpses. Nor does he not have time to ask who they are.
Constantine only has one train of thought. These corpses were from the serial killings that happened. He doesn't know if they were nobles or ordinary people. Still, he couldn't do anything about them since they were dead.
The information he had right now was already enough. He needed to catch his students, who went down the stairs and continued their journey to look for Vincent.
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"Anna, are you okay?"
