“What…What happened? Allerie…she…” The assassin stared blankly ahead.
“What a venomous spell, is it a curse-type magic or a poison element spell?”
Rogero squatted by the pool of pus, his expression extremely solemn.
“Right after I discovered a trace, it was decisively broken? The killer behind this is extremely cunning and cold-blooded… It’d be a worthy opponent…”
“Allerie! Allerie!”
Only realising what had happened now, the members all cried out in anguish. Especially Awar, who knelt to the ground, and seemed to have suffered a mental breakdown.
Looking on, the assassin sighed. He had long since knew that Awar had feelings for Allerie, but the female wizard had only set her sights on strong people, which left Awar feeling rather dejected.
But now, the two of them will never be together.
“Is this a venomous curse-type magic by the sand tribe?” The assassin asked as he looked at the sand that left no corpse behind, a chill running through his spine.
