He had served as the family's secret guard for so many years, having seen too many negotiations with the enforcement wizards, that he could be considered an expert on the matter.
As long as he had the chance to catch Noland Lee Jarvis red-handed, the latter would have no place to bury his body.
"Click, click..."
The family secret guard's frustration intensified, and a very faint noise could be heard coming from his mental protection pendant.
The family secret guard grasped the pendant tightly, and his face underwent a sudden change:
"Damn it! It's a mental magic spell of a Saint-level mastery!"
"Click, click, click..."
The mental protection pendant emitted continuous clicking sounds.
One after another, fine cracks appeared on the polished white gem's surface.
Intense pain shot into his mind as if something were stirring his brain matter.
