The next target is Font. Donning must make this young man able to speak.
"Come on, drink the silence potion. The potion that the alchemist used to destroy your voice will lose its effect." Donning handed over the orange silence potion.
Font missed the feeling of being able to speak so much. Moreover, the other party wouldn't save him and then harm him. Without hesitation, he drank the silence potion.
The burning sensation in his throat disappeared, and it became refreshing. However, his ruined face didn't seem to change much. Font touched his cheek and was a little disappointed.
"Don't worry. Your cheek needs some time to recover. The silence potion can restore it." Donning saw what Font was thinking and explained.
"Incredible. Where did you get this firearm?" Having witnessed the power of firearms, Font found a topic. He thought he had escaped from danger. This smart young man wouldn't know that his purpose of going to the Golden Coast was to deal with the other party's business. As for why Donning was here, Font didn't have the mood to think about it. After surviving a narrow escape, his heart was full of turmoil. He just wanted to find a place and have a good sleep quickly.
Donning admired the greatly changed Font and pointed the gun at him. "Dear friend, it's your turn next."
Font didn't expect Donning to point the gun at himself. His heart that had just calmed was racing again. He shook his head. "Don't do this. We were allies once."
"Yes, but our alliance has broken. You said it yourself. So now we are opponents." Donning looked at Font's ugly face playfully. "Tell me, what are you going to do when you rush to the Golden Coast?"
Font couldn't tell Donning that it was to destroy his business. Only a fool would say that. "It's just some trivial matters. Not worth mentioning."
"Trivial matters..." Donning repeated Font's excuse and put his finger on the trigger of the exquisite firearm. "Don't waste time. Tell me, how are you going to deal with me?"
"I haven't thought of it yet. When starting a war with a smart person like you, I have to plan more carefully." Font spread his hands to show helplessness. "But you just saved me. So I think we can have some cooperation. For example, I can give you the Alkmaar family's business. We are even."
"Come on. The Alkmaar family's business is already in my hands. I don't need you to give it to me." Donning reminded this opponent who hadn't recognized the situation yet. "Guess how long your good helper can arrive here?"
Font's pupils dilated, and he stood still. "You... discovered that origami?" Originally, he planned to continue delaying time. When Mozart arrived in person, he would send Donning, who had just saved his life, on his way. The original target, Rondo, was already dead. He couldn't let his teacher come in vain. He had to do something.
"Yes. By the way, I modified the content for you. Told Mr. Mozart to bring sandwiches and milk when he comes. After all, a vacation should look like a vacation." Donning shrugged.
"Damn guy." Font cursed Donning in his heart and accepted his adjustment on the surface. "All right. You saved me. We can relax for a few days first. The teacher will bring the things you like to eat according to your request."
"Sorry, my time is very precious. Asking Mozart to bring those foods is just because after killing another alchemist, another smart young man, and a wizard, my stomach may be a little hungry." Donning refused Font's suggestion of taking a vacation.
"Damn it. You saved me. Is it just to kill me with your own hands?" Font sensed Donning's determination to kill and complained: "Maybe we can sit down and talk. I will offer more favorable conditions until you are satisfied." He had to make some sacrifices to save his life.
"No. I saved you just to tell you a story so that you can die clearly." Donning exposed his intention to kill without hesitation. For a person who is about to die, there is nothing to hide.
"A story?" Font was stunned. He looked at Donning, who seemed to be joking, and thought of the previous story. "The story about Rondo is false, right?" He also didn't believe that anyone could come out of the cursed land. He thought it was just a story made up by Donning. As for the plot, it just happened to match Rondo's past experience.
"No, it's all true." Donning denied.
"All right. Please tell me the story about me. I'm just interested in listening." Font could only continue to delay time. Even if Mozart only brought sandwiches and milk, he could still kill Donning, who was holding an exquisite firearm.
"There is a young man. Sent by his father to Alkmaar's territory. Lurking there. Wanting to deal a fatal blow to his father's opponent. He did very well. No one knew his true identity. Through his father's narration, this smart young man understood Alkmaar's temperament. He made good use of Alkmaar's conceit. Successfully attracted Alkmaar's attention. Later, he quietly took away Alkmaar's title by means. I have to say this young man is a little clever."
Donning stared at Font meaningfully. "Am I right?"
"Yes. I told you all these things during our alliance. There is nothing new." Font pouted and responded.
"But he has a smart ally. Who knew his true identity from the beginning. After the cooperation ended, this ally told Mr. Alkmaar the young man's true identity at the right time. That's why this unexpected pursuit tonight was upgraded."
Donning continued to tell, looking at Font's expression that changed rapidly. "I think you must not understand why Alkmaar attached so much importance to this pursuit tonight and dispatched almost all the forces around him. Now you have the answer."
Did the other party really know his identity and tell Alkmaar? Otherwise, tonight's pursuit wouldn't be so grand. Font's thoughts were spinning rapidly. No, it was absolutely impossible. No one knew his true identity. This must be a small conspiracy of the other party. Trying to make him tell his father's name.
Font was silent and didn't respond. Donning's expression was a little helpless. "All right. I told Alkmaar that you are the biological son of his biggest opponent, Gaitan. That's why this pursuit was upgraded."
Font almost screamed in surprise. His heart was full of turmoil. At the same time, he showed a look of fear. His body trembled. He quickly recalled every scene of his contact with Donning, trying to see where he had exposed his identity. But he found nothing. He looked at Donning angrily. "Tell me, how did you find out?"
"It's very simple. The subtle pattern on your ring made me discover your identity. A monkey wearing a crown. The badge of the Gaitan family." Donning pointed at Font's finger.
Font looked down at the ring on his finger. He forgot his ring would expose his identity. When they met for the first time in the bar, the ring on his finger swayed countless times in front of Donning. Even he himself didn't notice that this little thing would expose his identity.
"Since you know my identity, you should understand that the Gaitan family is not something you can oppose. The wisest way is to cooperate with me. Hand over Alkmaar's business. I will entrust important tasks to a smart person like you." Font's intelligence was crushed again. He even felt that he was extremely stupid for making the only mistake and being caught by Donning. He said angrily: "Otherwise, there is only a dead end."
"Sometimes your intelligence surprises me. But now you are equally stupid and shocking." Donning had to let Font understand the current situation. "Now you are the captive in danger."
Font laughed wildly and spat. "An ordinary young man wants to deal with a wizard with the strength of a silver crow badge. What a joke. There is even a wizard with a gold crow badge who is about to arrive. Are you kidding?"
He had lost patience and moved his shoulder. "Thank you for the potion. It made me temporarily not feel the pain in my ribs. This allows me to easily kill you."
The silence potion could not only stop Rondo's alchemy but also make people temporarily lose the sense of pain. Removing the pain, Font thought he could easily kill the young man in front of him. A firearm was certainly powerful, but it could only deal with people who were unprepared. It was impossible to kill a silver crow badge wizard who was fully on guard.
Terror's laughter came from Font's mouth. His body burned rapidly. The ground turned into red scorched earth. Soon his flesh rotted and disappeared. He turned into a necromantic skeleton.
"You betrayed my identity. Go to hell. I will let you feel the taste of fear well." The skeleton stepped on the scorched earth and approached Donning.
Donning shook his head helplessly and stared at the approaching skeleton. "It turns out that sometimes smart people can be stupid beyond cure." He raised his palm. A slight floating light appeared. He murmured, "All falsehoods will return to hell. Truth will emerge in the world. Evil will take off its coat and reveal its weak true appearance. You will be as fragile as a newborn baby until your life ends."
Only wizards with gold crow badges can master the witchcraft "soul transcendence." There is a clear record in Uncle Bohr's "Witch Code." Donning has verified it countless times. Everything in hell will have nowhere to hide in front of this powerful witchcraft.
Font's burning skeleton body passed through the floating light. His skingrew again. The flame went out. The tender skin was like that of a newborn baby. It was so delicate that it could be broken by blowing. Under the floating light, the scorched earth also quickly retreated and disappeared. Everything returned to its original state. Revealing its true appearance.
His witchcraft had failed. Fear appeared on Font's face. His body trembled. "This... Impossible... You are a wizard. A wizard with a gold crow badge... But I didn't feel the slightest supernatural power from you. This must all be false."
"Because someone has developed a more powerful grouper potion that can hide all supernatural powers." Donning gave the answer. With the other hand holding the loaded firearm, he aimed at Font's fragile head. "You can say goodbye to me."
Font's all judgments were wrong. He didn't want to die yet. He quickly knelt down. "No, this is just a misunderstanding. We can reconcile. I will give you the perfect conditions you want. Let me go.