“Theoretically, Master Michelangelo is the tower owner. Until the white tower chooses a new tower’s son, he can’t leave the wizard tower.” Annan pointed out his doubt.
Idol’s wizard Melvin immediately explained, “This is just a theory.
“Master Michelangelo is also good at Idol spells. So he can create a temporary stand-in for himself and bear the curse.”
“Yes, Master Michelangelo does have the possibility of leaving the wizard tower temporarily.” Ms. Claire concluded softly.
As the discussion came until this point, a strange silence entangled the crowd.
The crowd did not speak much, but everyone had a consensus.
Compared with the possibility of “Master Michelangelo leaving the White Tower,” the possibility of “forcibly killing a tower master in the wizard tower” could be said to be minimal.
Melvin offered two directions for thinking, but there was only one possibility – Master Michelangelo did not die inside the White Tower.
But, everyone did not deny the possibility that Master Michelangelo was dead, and everyone was now in a nightmare.
This explanation was the simplest and direct.
Annan was confident that everyone was secretly ready to kill in their hearts. Those in the crowd could justify the murder with this reason.
By the end, they would say something like this, “I’m more inclined with the second possibility. We are in a nightmare, and the dead will be kicked out of the nightmare.”
Annan squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Melvin. This person is fishy.
Melvin had been messing around until now.
Annan had sealed his spellcasting ability and had proven that he was harmless. Therefore, no normal person would choose to target him.
But after Annan gained temporary leadership, Melvin jumped out and reminded everyone that “Gerald killed many people.”
After that, Melvin gave everyone an excuse for killing, allowing the crowd to kill with peace of mind.
While snatching Annan’s speaking rights, Melvin wanted to mess up the situation further and promote ritual development. He was eagerly waiting for someone to die.
This made him look like a murderer, or at least someone on the murderer’s side.
But he later told everyone that one-on-one fighting could not solve the problem.
Yes, Annan knew what he said was right.
If they fight one-on-one, the candidates would surely win even if the murderer survived.
—When the crowd realized something was wrong, there were only four people left.
At that time, the outcome would be decided.
Therefore, Melvin was not the murderer.
…Unless.
Annan came to a realization.
Did Melvin already know who the murderer was?
Moreover, he believes that no one can defeat the murderer in a one-on-one fight. If many have died, the remaining people may not be able to defeat the murderer?
That should be the case.
That’s why he announces that “Michelangelo may have died outside the tower.” The purpose is to let everyone take down the murderer under a substantial number advantage and the best scenario.
Annan looked up. He glanced around.
Who is the murderer?
The one with the strongest one-on-one combat power among them should have been “Gerald” when his spellcasting ability was not sealed.
He should have originally intended to target Gerald.
But Gerald did live to the end.
“Wait a minute!”
A light bulb lit in Annan’s mind.
Unless-
“…Urgh.” Melvin’s face turned ruddy all of a sudden.
He stood up suddenly, opened his mouth, and widened his eyes.
But he didn’t say anything.
He had a rude burp and even spat some saliva.
The ladies on the table frowned slightly. Miss Claire, who was particularly neatly dressed, leaned back in disgust.
But they soon realized that something was wrong because this burp was loud and lasting.
Suddenly, a transparent red bubble blew out of Melvin’s mouth.
From the moment the first bubble appeared, many red bubbles gushed out like the ocean.
Accompanied by the sound of “burp,” Melvin’s chest collapsed suddenly. He was like an inflated balloon suddenly bursting. He contracted violently inward, and the blood-colored transparent bubbles rushed out of his mouth, floating into the air.
Only a piece of skin was left below Melvin’s neck and above his waist in the blink of an eye.
His head made a squishing sound. It fell on his lap and then fell to the ground.
His “body” was light and fluttery. Before the body fell on the leg, the head fell to the ground first. The pulling force dragged the legs to the floor too. The silver ring worn on his finger also fell directly to the ground with a clang.
Red bubbles floated in the room and filled the ceiling. The light refracted through the bubbles, turning the entire room red.
Undoubtedly, Eugene Melvin was dead.
He was killed under plain sight.
No one used spells.
No one left the table.
No one had even left everyone’s sight.
Eugene Melvin did not even have physical contact with anyone.
He died inexplicably after he uttered his judgment.
Even Annan was a little confused. He couldn’t understand how Melvin died.
“Stop, Kim!”
Claire suddenly screamed, attracting everyone’s attention.
It was the red-haired youth whose eyes were bandaged and whose mouth seemed to be sewn with thread. He came around behind Benjamin, and his right hand was firmly clasped on Benjamin’s neck.
Is it Destruction School mixed with Alteration School?
Annan was surprised. Melvin’s way of death was indeed the work of the Alteration School.
Benjamin smiled bitterly, motionless. He slowly raised his hands to signal surrender.
“It’s not me.”
Benjamin sighed and said helplessly, “Although this does seem to be my technique, it’s really not me.
“I have no reason to kill him. If you still don’t believe it…”
The old wizard’s expression suddenly calmed down, “I can kill another person and show it to you all.”
As soon as Benjamin finished speaking, the red-haired youth Kim suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood. He seemed to be drained instantly. He knelt on the ground in pain, gasping for breath, but his face quickly turned purple. Vein burst out on his arm and face.
When Kim’s blood fell on the ground, he began to sneer and burn, igniting the carpet. His cough made the cups and saucers in the room tremble simultaneously. The whole room seemed to be humming.
At the next moment, the carpet under his feet suddenly moved.
The carpet moved quickly with Kim atop. They settled in front of Claire calmly.
The chair under the old wizard Benjamin suddenly deformed, pulling out countless twisted and sharp branches, each with sharp branches. The branches fixed Benjamin on the chair. As long as Benjamin made a move, he would be pierced from all directions.
Claire’s complexion was serious. She picked up a cup half-filled with black tea in her hand and splashed the black tea in the air.
The red liquid floated in the air, surrounding her like a snake.
She tipped the teacup in her hand and ordered Benjamin with a sullen face,
“Relieve the curse to Kim, Benjamin.”
But, Benjamin’s face remained unchanged.
The white-haired old wizard just smiled tauntingly.
“Oh, you’re not afraid of me killing people at this time?”
He looked up at the others again, “Everyone else, are you fine just being the spectator? Well… it’s okay.”
As soon as he ended talking, Kim’s cough gradually ceased. His expression was not so terrible. But he was still on his knees and panting violently. Amidst his inhales and exhales, Annan felt the whole room trembling slightly in the rhythm.
“Let’s go.”
Uncle Ghirlandaio of the Prophet school suddenly ran over and whispered in Annan’s ear.
Annan thought for a moment, then nodded in response.
He and Ghirlandaio left soon.
Maria took a hesitant look at the three people and then at the two who were running away. After thinking about it, she followed Annan and Ghirlandaio. Merlin also quietly followed up.
In the blink of an eye, there were only three people left in the room.
None of the three spoke.
Claire looked down at her teacup with her face gloomy. Kim stood up slowly, reaching out to loosen the eye band.
Benjamin looked calm and drank the black tea, seeming unfazed from Claire’s and Kim’s gaze.
There was a long silence, but Claire still took Kim away.
Only Benjamin and Melvin’s body were left in the room.
