All-around teacher at the magic academy

Rhine's gaze was cold and hard as he looked down at the corpse lying in a pool of blood, his emotions surging within him in a complex and indescribable way.

Was it relief, guilt, or a deep sense of helplessness? He couldn't describe it accurately; he only felt as if something heavy was pressing down on his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

However, he couldn't stay there any longer. Tommy was waiting for him, and he had to find Tommy as soon as possible, make sure he was safe and sound, and prevent any possible accidents from happening.

He raised his hand, and a dancing flame gathered in his palm. The flame seemed to have a life of its own, leaping gently under Rhine's control, before he casually tossed it toward the corpse.

The moment the flames touched the corpse, they spread rapidly, like dry grass being ignited.

Rhine watched the flames leap and spread through the empty alley, the intense heat reflecting a crimson hue in his eyes.

His stomach involuntarily clenched, and a strong feeling of nausea welled up inside him.

He knew that this was the first time he had ever burned a corpse with his own hands, an experience that was undoubtedly cruel and unforgettable for him.

The flames burned fiercely until they completely engulfed the corpse, turning it to ashes.

Rhine finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if the burden in his heart had been lightened as the flames died down.

He prayed silently that no one else would find out, or at least that he wouldn't be implicated. He didn't want this to cause him and Tommy any more trouble.

Looking around carefully, observing every corner, I made sure I hadn't missed any possible clues or found any suspicious figures.

Rhine took a deep breath, calmed himself, then turned and hurried toward the direction Hughes had come from.

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In the center of a magnificent golden hall, a middle-aged man dressed in a bright red robe sat on an exquisitely carved throne.

His face, which had been calm, suddenly furrowed as he felt a familiar magical power vanish.

"What happened?" His voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the hall. He was filled with doubt and confusion. Why had the magical mark he had left on Hughes suddenly disappeared? That was the key point he had carefully set up to monitor his disciple's every move.

He dared not delay and immediately used his perception magic to try to determine the direction of that magical power.

But as he delved deeper into the magic, he discovered that the magical power was indeed slowly and steadily disappearing, as if it had been completely erased by some force.

Without time to hesitate, the man in red quickly stood up, a resolute glint in his eyes.

Although he cannot personally go to the scene to check, he can explore in the direction where the magic disappeared and find out the truth.

"No matter who did it, this matter will not end like this." His voice carried a hint of coldness. Hughes was a disciple he had trained for many years. He was sent to Nova on a mission, and he had fallen so easily, without even giving him any warning.

A surge of anger welled up in his heart. Nova's waters were indeed unfathomable. Could it have been that count who did it?

He had warned Hughes to be careful, but Hughes clearly underestimated his opponent's cunning and ruthlessness.

The man in red couldn't help but let out a long sigh, which echoed clearly and heavily in the empty hall.

His gaze hardened; he knew he had to take action.

Hughes' death cannot be left unpunished; he needs to find the real culprit behind it.

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In a bustling corner of the city, the workers' union building became a battleground for fierce conflict.

The enraged workers engaged in a fierce battle with the guards sent by the count.

The scene was extremely chaotic, with frenzied workers wielding various tools, and even fists, while a few skilled mages or swordsmen clashed fiercely with the count's guards.

Every attack, every parry, was filled with power and fury. Corpses lay strewn on the ground, and the cries of the wounded rose and fell, but neither side retreated.

This battle has transcended the initial contradictions and conflicts; it is no longer about a specific reason or demand, but has evolved into a struggle for the right to survival.

The workers didn't ask for much; they just wanted to live with dignity and to wrest back a little bit of their own interests from the oppressors.

The guards were simply performing their duties, protecting the Earl's order and authority.

Perhaps they did not intend to escalate the conflict to this extent at the beginning, but as their comrades fell and the stimulation of blood caused their reason to be replaced by rage, the battle became uncontrollable.

The battle lasted for a long time until the sound of orderly footsteps could be heard in the distance, and a large number of law enforcement officers appeared around the workers' association.

Their arrival, imposing and powerful, finally brought the out-of-control battle to a temporary halt.

"Stop moving!" The captain of the law enforcement team's voice rang out like thunder in the chaotic scene. His brows were furrowed, and a hint of shock flashed in his eyes.

He stood at the entrance of the workers' association, looking around at the mess. The bloodstains on the ground, the scattered weapons, and the wounds on both sides made him feel heavy-hearted.

Upon receiving the urgent notification from the Earl of Hills, he immediately sprang into action, mobilizing all available law enforcement officers.

Given the large number of workers' association members and the potential for large-scale protests, he dared not be careless and summoned all available law enforcement officers to the site.

However, he did not expect that the conflict would escalate to such a bloody level in such a short period of time.

"Where is Earl Hills?" The captain of the enforcers walked up to a man who was clearly a guard and asked in a serious tone.

The guard's armor was stained with blood, but he himself did not appear to be seriously injured.

"They were taken away under the protection of our two guards," the guard replied, his voice revealing exhaustion, but even more so, relief at having completed their mission.

Upon hearing this, the captain of the law enforcement team nodded, secretly relieved.

In his view, as long as the count was safe, any other losses were acceptable.

Although the conflict here resulted in numerous casualties, most of the dead were ordinary people without power or influence. While such a tragedy is regrettable, it has had a limited impact on his personal career.

He might be reprimanded by his superiors for mishandling the situation, but at least he won't lose his job.

However, if anything were to happen to Lord Hills here, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The lives of nobles are precious. If even the safety of nobles cannot be guaranteed, those high-ranking nobles will not hesitate to replace him, because they will not trust someone who cannot even protect nobles to continue serving as the captain of the law enforcement team.

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