"Oh?"
Alfred looked at Peter with some surprise.
It was the first time he had heard such a request.
"The reason I say this is mainly because if I patrol alone, the workload is too heavy, and over time, there may be oversights."
"Since we have started patrolling the underground area, I would prefer to make it more formal and establish a dedicated patrol team!"
Peter expressed his thoughts.
"Well, makes sense!"
Alfred agreed with his words.
Meanwhile, Oddssen was infuriated!
As a dark wizard, he was being traded for such a trivial benefit!
How pathetic!
...
That evening, Peter returned to his residence.
He noticed that in the Codex of All Realms, the status of Oddssen's page had changed to "dead," which meant they had indeed killed Oddssen.
However, Peter did not know about how it was done, nor did he care.
Next, just like before, the Codex of All Realms granted Peter a chance to draw a reward.
Without hesitation, Peter extracted the magic that Oddssen possessed!
[Congratulations, Host, you have obtained a fifth-level magic: Wind Blade Spell!]
a fifth-level magic, quite powerful!
The previously acquired Wings of the Gale was a third-level magic, while this fifth-level magic was even stronger!
Moreover, the main point was that it was an attacking magic that allowed Peter to condense wind blades to attack enemies!
He secretly went to a secluded place.
Aiming at a tree, he cast the Wind Blade Spell!
Swoosh!
Sharp wind blades spun rapidly, cutting the sturdy tree in half!
Peter smiled. The Inspector General wanted to reward him with third-level magic, but he directly extracted a fifth-level magic instead.
It was fantastic!
However, he was not strong enough.
He couldn't fully unleash the power of the Wind Blade Spell. Otherwise, he could easily turn stones into powder!
But no matter what, he now had a method to fight.
With the Wind Blade Spell, he no longer needed to fear ordinary enemies!
...
Peter's promotion and the establishment of a patrol team needed to go through approval, which would take at least a day. Therefore, early the next morning, he still needed to patrol as usual.
While patrolling, Peter checked on Welch again and found him sitting obediently, just like before.
When he passed by Welch's cell, Welch didn't even look at him, which puzzled Peter.
Welch didn't try to influence Peter again.
Did he simply give up?
Well, that was good. It relieved Peter.
He no longer needed to be on guard against Welch.
Having obtained the Wind Blade Spell and soon to be promoted, Peter straightened his back a little more during patrols.
The only downside was that Oddssen had died.
This meant that the rate of acquiring magic power slowed down once again.
It went back to 80 magic power per hour!
But Peter didn't worry. It was normal for prisoners to come and go, and new ones would surely arrive!
Soon, it was time for meal delivery.
Normally, this was an ordinary schedule, just like any other time, without anything unusual happening.
But today, Peter noticed someone sneaking around behind him.
With his increased strength, his senses had become more acute.
Peter immediately turned around to look.
At the staircase leading to the upper level, there stood a person.
The person glanced in Peter's direction and found out Peter looked back. He immediately trembled, appearing nervous.
Peter recognized this person. Just like himself, he was an apprentice wizard named Bruce, who lived in the same room with him.
"Bruce, what are you doing here?" Peter looked at him in confusion.
Bruce's job was to clean, taking over Peter's initial duties. He shouldn't be in this place!
"I... I..." Bruce stammered, struggling to speak coherently.
His eyes darted around, and he seemed very guilty.
However, he still responded to Peter's question, "I thought you were taking too long to deliver the food. I was worried that something might have happened to you, so I came down to check. You know, this place is so dangerous, and one can easily encounter accidents..."
As he finished speaking, his voice gradually faded.
It seemed even he didn't believe this excuse!
Of course, Peter wouldn't believe such an excuse either!
He found it strange.
Because Bruce had never been to the underground area before. This was his first time appearing here.
Moreover, Bruce was very timid. Every time he heard Peter and his companions talk about the underground, he would shiver in fear, curling up in his bed with only his eyes visible.
Why would he dare to come down today?
Soon, Peter realized that Bruce was most likely being influenced by Welch!
Because Peter had experienced something similar before!
He could feel the persuasive power of Welch's words!
Peter already had a certain foundation in magic, making it difficult for Welch to influence him. However, Bruce was still a novice.
So, it was entirely possible!
With these thoughts in mind, Peter didn't say much.
After all, it was just his speculation.
He couldn't be sure at the moment.
But regardless, he had to stay vigilant and be cautious at all times!
Peter believed that things wouldn't end well for Bruce!
...
The next day, the approval for Peter's promotion and the formation of a patrol team came through.
The higher-ups readily approved his request and allowed Peter to form the patrol team, giving him full responsibility for selecting the members.
This granted Peter a great deal of freedom!
Peter was delighted!
He recruited five apprentice wizards whom he usually got along well with and formed the patrol team with them. He was the captain.
The five apprentice wizards took turns patrolling the first underground floor, while Peter managed them.
All five of them were thrilled!
Although the first underground floor seemed eerie and terrifying, they no longer had to do menial tasks, so they readily agreed to join.
In front of other apprentice wizards, they seemed much more confident and accomplished!
This made Bruce very unhappy.
On this day, while no one was around, he went to the first underground floor.
He arrived outside a prison cell.
"Hmph, it's just a patrol team. What's there to be proud of? Their vision is so narrow, just like a group of foolish pigs!"
Although he said such words, Bruce was still envious deep inside.
"You have become my student, and your future achievements will surely surpass theirs by far. There's no need to be jealous of these people!"
A voice came from within the cell.
At the same time, a face emerged from the darkness, and it was Welch.