"Berkeley, don't act rashly."
Mabel watched the magic metal avatar in front of her constantly sprouting spikes and said gently:
"As a Nine Circles Metal Battle Mage, you're wealthy and have a bright future. You're one of the top figures in this world. If you're collaborating with that suspicious group, you are most likely falling into their trap. They might have something on you. Don't worry, Berkeley. Cooperate with the Wizard Enforcers and capture those suspicious people. Your suffering will soon end."
There were far fewer metal spikes on the magic metal avatar, and its fluctuations began to stabilize.
It seemed Mabel hit the nail on the head.
It was precisely because Berkeley was manipulated by the suspicious people that he allowed them onto the ship under duress.
Just as Mabel was about to seize the opportunity to say something, a shrill noise came from all directions.
"Beep----------------"
Noland Lee's brow furrowed.
Was this noise from outer space?!
