I am the descendant of a dark wizard, and I will inherit the family fortune.

"Mr. Jamie, I wonder how many people from the Burbank clan have come?"

After hearing Rachel's question, Jamie fell silent.

Jamie: ...

He can't say there's only one, right?

Otherwise, even if he doesn't care about face, the Duel Club and Beatrice can also not care about face...

Eh? It's definitely not the same!

Even though the one that popped out wasn't a human... it was still a member of the Burbank clan...

"I don't know the number...but their fighting power is very strong. Ordinary wizards are definitely no match for them."

Rachel knew Jamie was hiding something, and since she couldn't get any other valuable information, she thanked the doctor.

"Ms. Beatrice, I need to go back and tell Miss Hilda immediately. Please don't blame me!"

Beatrice chuckled and said, "It's okay. Go back and tell Hilda first."

Rachel bowed and saluted, then led the team back.

After they left, Beatrice asked coldly, "Can we keep them all?"

Jamie was surprised, "Miss, why..."

"Rachel is Hilda's right-hand woman, and I don't want to let her go."

Beatrice turned her gaze to Hegma, who remained silent, and said, "Name your price."

Hegma was completely stunned by Beatrice's domineering attitude. She would fight as she said and make an offer as she said...

This is too refreshing...

"Ms. Beatrice, since I've already joined the Duel Club, it's only natural that I obey your orders... Please give it to me as you see fit..."

Beatrice:…

“I’m looking at you?

Let’s make it clear first, this time the spoils belong to you. Afterwards, I will give corresponding rewards based on everyone’s contribution. Now... Jonzo, lead the way!

Attack!

Jonzo said nothing the whole time. He really wanted to dissuade Beatrice, after all, Burbank's enemies were still there...

Even if they knew the weakness, they wouldn't be able to withstand much consumption...

But the reality is so helpless. Every time she faces Hilda, Miss Beatrice seems to have a completely different way of thinking...

And this time it was particularly serious. Jonzo keenly noticed that Miss Beatrice was... very anxious this time.

What on earth could have compelled Miss Beatrice to cut off Hilda's arm even though she was outside?

Unable to understand the game between the top leaders, Qiao Enzo could only lead the way with peace of mind.

……

Leon looked at the two groups that came together just a few minutes apart. It was obvious that the Duel Club was heading for the Witchcraft Club...

Interesting, the opportunity seems to have... come!

Leon waited there for a while before starting to move.

After Leon left, Goya came to the place where Leon had been hiding with a pale face after a while.

“The breath of nature…

Hegma, who are you?"

Goya turned around and looked at the old site of the royal court which had become an empty lot, then gritted his teeth and followed the direction Leon left.

No matter what happened in the tribe, as long as the princess was there...

……

Rachel didn't return quickly, so the members around her asked in confusion: "Miss Rachel, are we waiting for someone?"

Rachel sneered, "That's right, it depends on whether they come or not."

In order not to expose Hilda's position and affect the mission she took on, Rachel kept an eye on the rear.

Almost as soon as they finished speaking, Rachel clenched her fists.

"coming!"

There was no conversation. As soon as the two sides met, they greeted each other with their most powerful witchcraft.

Before Leon could get close to the battlefield, he was startled by a vibration.

A small-scale formal wizard battle...

This seemed to be the first time he had seen this!

Just when Leon was looking for a position to take advantage of the situation, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Hegma?"

Leon: ...

Leon turned around and saw that it was indeed Goya.

Goya's expression was subtle. "I don't know if I heard it wrong, but it seems like there was already a Hegma just now."

Leon laughed awkwardly, "Well... I said it's a homonym, do you believe it?"

Goya: ...

"I didn't expect you to be so shameless! I was wrong about you! I was originally thinking of negotiating a good deal with you, but since that's the case, forget it!"

After Goya finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

Although he didn't know what the business was, Leon quickly spoke up to stop it.

"Wait! Wait!

My name is indeed not Hegma, my name is... Leyton..." Seeing Goya start walking again, Leon was not sure if Goya knew his identity, so he said frankly: "Leon! My name is Leon!"

Goya stopped and said, "Hey, Leon, let me remind you that the guy named Alexander has already gone to the front...sideline.

That's the dividing line between the Black Bone Forest and the Burbank clan, so he won't be back for a while."

When Leon heard this, he couldn’t help but ask: “Do you think you can’t beat him?”

Goya readily admitted, "Even if we can't lose, we can't win either."

"Why?" Leon was indeed a little surprised, because Goya could chase him and kill him... If Goya fought him to the death, Leon would want to act like a grandson...

Goya sighed, "Because he has... a mark on his body."

"Mark? What mark?"

Goya looked at Leon as if he were a fool. "You don't know? That's a mark left by a fourth-level wizard. It's his way of saving his life. Of course, it can also be used to kill people..."

Leon: ???

Damn! Report! Someone is cheating!

“You don’t even know this…

It seems that your status in the Black Bone Forest is not very high."

Leon: ...

"Ahem, let's not talk about this for now. What kind of business do you want to do with me?"

Goya smiled and pointed to the fierce battlefield in the distance and said, "How about killing them all?"

Leon was silent.

"I don't need their things, but their flesh and blood... I hope you can leave them to me."

"You still want to summon that strange tree man?"

Goya shook his head. "They are not strange tree people. They are just like me. However, they are dead."

died? !

"Then why are they still able to..."

“This involves the secret of our Burbank clan, but it can also be considered our racial talent.

Just like...fish can live in water and birds can fly in the sky..."

Leon pondered secretly, characteristics... But from what Goya said, it felt a little related to organs...

"Well, with just the two of us... the three of us, we can still do it, right?"

"Three? Where did the three come from..."

Before Leon could finish his words, a tree man "grew" out of the soil next to him...

This scared Leon. It was right under his feet just now?

How come I didn't feel anything at all! Isn't this an assassin?

……