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

Beatrice was not moved at all when she heard Hegma's caring words. She just... dared not move.

"asshole!"

Beatrice did not look at Goya opposite, nor did she look at Leon. Instead, she spoke passionately to the "whistleblower" Hegma.

"Hegma! Stop talking nonsense here!"

Hegma: ???

At this time, Hegma's face was full of shock and grievance, but he quickly reacted.

Hegma said earnestly, "Miss Beatrice, you have to be careful. Now that you know Leon's identity, he will definitely not let you go!"

Beatrice:…

Leon: ...

Jonzo and Rachel gave Hegma a thumbs up in their hearts. If possible, they even wanted to "care" for Beatrice together.

But it was called concern, but in reality it was a threat. Beatrice grew up among aristocrats after all, so she didn't panic. She sneered and denied it, "Hegmar, you are mistaken.

Leon won't be here, he must be with the Potions Club."

Leon: ...

Hegma was also speechless about Beatrice's "playing dumb". He glanced at Jonzo who was approaching him and said, "Ms. Beatrice, we currently have the advantage in numbers..."

"Shut up!"

Beatrice's expression turned somewhat ferocious. "Hegma, you are a member of the Duel Club. I order you now to shut up immediately!"

After saying that, Beatrice turned to Goya and said, "Goya, I'm sure you heard what Hegma just said, so there's no advantage in numbers. I can leave now!"

Beatrice didn't even look at Leon when she said these words.

But the more Beatrice acted like this, the more worried Leon became.

Goya glanced at him, as if asking for his opinion.

Leon nodded imperceptibly, and then Goya said to Beatrice: "Okay, you can leave now... But I want you to leave the mine storage jar behind."

Beatrice frowned. "What do you mean?"

Goya waved his hand and chuckled, "It's nothing special, but you know that for the safety of the forest... I need you to leave the mine storage jar behind."

Beatrice thought for a few seconds, "I can't give you the mine storage jar."

Goya said it was for the safety of the forest...

But Beatrice also knew that without this deterrent weapon of mutual destruction, she would be a lamb to be slaughtered...

Goya was not surprised by Beatrice's rejection. "You can leave the jar of bombs behind, but I won't let you go."

"you!"

Beatrice was furious at Goya's rogue behavior, "Are you kidding me?"

Goya quickly raised his hands and said, "Hey! Stop talking nonsense! When did I ever trick you?"

Beatrice snorted, "Then why do you insist on me keeping the thunder jar?"

"I said, I'm doing this for the safety of the forest!"

"Oh! If I put down the thunder jar, I'm afraid you will attack me!"

At this point, the atmosphere between the two sides had reached a freezing point, and it seemed as if a fight was about to break out if they disagreed.

Suddenly, a member of the witchcraft society who was lying dead on the ground did a somersault and quickly ran away.

Vinculan wanted to pursue, but was interrupted by Goya who stretched out a palm.

"Swish..."

Before he could run far, Goya clasped his hands together, and then green grass grew wildly, almost turning into a green cage in the blink of an eye.

The escaping witch society members were trapped in cages and began to scream for help.

"Ms. Rachel! Help me! I want to find the president to save everyone...Ah!"

The cage kept shrinking. It was clearly made of grass, but the wizard inside was unable to break free...

As the space became smaller and smaller, the sound of bones breaking was heard.

Beep bang...

The blood dyed the green cage red, and only when the cage turned into a large "football" did Goya clapped his hands in satisfaction.

Then she gave a standard smile and said, "Excuse me, what did you say?"

Green grass, red blood, white teeth...

The combination of these colors made Beatrice's heart skip a beat.

She knew Goya, and even James had admitted that if he relied solely on his own strength without external help, he would not be Goya's opponent.

Faced with Goya's question, Beatrice was speechless for a moment.

"Goya, I can put down the thunder jar, but you have to swear to nature... You can't stop me from leaving! No! You must swear that none of you Burbank people can stop me from leaving here! You can't stop me from leaving this little world!"

In order to ensure her own safety, Beatrice tried to be as accurate as possible. She thought Goya would refuse or "bargain", but she didn't. Instead, he agreed very straightforwardly.

Wen Kulang was a little anxious. He had just recognized Leon. If he let Beatrice leave, Leon would have to face investigation when he returned...

The investigation methods of dark wizards are simple and crude, and some of them will cause irreversible effects on wizards, which may ruin their lives.

Just like before, Goya signaled Vinculan to remain calm, then nodded calmly and said:

"Okay, I promise. I... our Burbank clan won't stop you from leaving, so you can leave the mine storage jar behind now."

Beatrice:…

"Okay, stop dawdling and hand it over quickly. We still have work to do!"

Beatrice instinctively felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was.

Coupled with Goya's repeated urging, Beatrice took a deep breath and took out the thunder storage jar from the space ring.

Although the thunder jar is incredibly powerful, as long as it is not triggered, ordinary bumps and collisions are of no concern.

Beatrice threw the jar of thunder towards Goya, who caught it with a "pop". Goya looked at the jar of thunder in his hand and nodded with satisfaction.

"The deal is done, you can leave."

Is this... so easy? Are you really going to let me go?

Beatrice was delighted, and then she took a few steps back. "Deal done, I hope you can..."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Can't you see they all want to beat you to death?"

Seeing Goya's firm attitude, Beatrice was even more delighted. At the same time, she didn't care about the gazes of Hegma and others at all, and then she tiptoed away.

Judging from her direction, she should be heading to the nearest camp.

……

When Beatrice left, the atmosphere on the scene did not relax, but became even more tense.

Hegma and the others knew that the next moment would decide life or death.

but……

What are they doing?

"What do you think? Go after him?"

Leon nodded lightly, “I don’t care what she thinks, anyway… I want her to die.”

……