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Chapter 95 The Art of Suggestion

Mark was still racking his brains trying to figure out how to justify Zeffer's suicide.

Zefer suddenly let out a long, heavy sigh, his brow furrowed with frustration.

"call-

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Immediately afterwards, Zeffer reached into his inner shirt pocket, pulled out a dusty little drawstring leather bag, and casually shook it a few times on the mahogany table.

Beep beep beep

A red crystal the size of a fingernail rolled out of the leather bag and landed on the table with a crisp sound.

It was the magic crystal that Mark paid when he purchased the Holy Emblem!

Upon seeing the crystal, Zefer's forehead veins bulged, and he raised his hand as if to smash it to pieces.

But just as his hand was about to strike, Zefer abruptly stopped, muttering to himself.

"It's worth at least 200 gold coins, so I'll keep it."

As he spoke, Zeffer picked up the crystal, turned around and walked to the wall, taking down an oil painting of his own portrait—the only painting that had survived the earlier rampage of smashing and looting was this one, which hung steadily on the wall.

Zeffer removed the oil painting and faced the white wall. He simply raised his hand and pressed lightly, and a 30*50cm tile automatically popped out of the wall.

When the tile was removed, a brass safe was embedded behind it, with intricate magical patterns engraved on its surface. The safe door had a precisely marked knob, exuding a sense of mechanical and magical beauty.

Zeffer gripped the knob, turned it six times, and with a soft "click," the safe door slammed open.

Zefer glanced warily toward the doorway, and just less than 10 centimeters away from him, a phantom smiling face was staring at him the whole time.

Seeing that there was no movement from outsiders, Zefer relaxed and opened the safe door, a golden light illuminating his greedy face.

Drop the red crystal into a small cluster of crystals, close the cabinet door, and hang the portrait painting back in its original place.

At this moment, Zefer felt a little more relaxed, sat back in his chair, and picked up the dimensional bag, rummaging through it continuously.

This time, what rolled out was a palm-sized round glass bottle containing millet-sized silver particles.

Mark's eyes suddenly widened.

Mark had initially thought this small leather bag was just a bag for storing crystals or gems, but only now did he realize that it was actually the famous Dimensional Bag!

Mark's eyes burned with suppressed greed as he stared intently at the dimensional bag in Zeffer's hand, his shoulders trembling slightly with excitement.

Heaven rewards those who persevere.

These days, he's been working so hard carrying around piles of corpse parts.

If we can get our hands on this dimensional bag, all our troubles will be solved.

At this moment, Zefer had yet another reason to die.

But Zeffer completely ignored the large red "Danger" warning displayed above his head, and picked up a relatively clean piece of paper from the ground and placed it on the table.

Next, gently shake the glass bottle to pour a small cluster of silver particles onto the paper, and then use the flat edge of the glass bottle to crush and grind the particles into a fine powder.

Then, Zeffer tapped the bottom of the bottle a few times, drew a thin line of silver powder on the table with a piece of paper, and eagerly put his nostrils close to the silver powder, slurping it all in.

In an instant, spring arrived and flowers bloomed all over the world.

Zefer wore an intoxicated expression, then involuntarily shivered and lay on the chair like a rag doll, a silly grin still on his lips.

Mark slowly floated to the table, bent down, and carefully examined the contents of the glass flask, uttering a single word softly.

"Silver Carat!"

Mark had heard that this thing was popular among the nobility, but he didn't expect it to have spread to the mages within the association.

In fact, if Zeffer dared to get involved with this kind of stuff, Mark wouldn't even need to lift a finger; his life would already be on a countdown.

But Mark couldn't wait—he wanted to see the results now.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into his mind: a way to justify Zefer's suicide.

Mark floated behind Zeffer's chair, exited his ghostly state, and gradually solidified his form. He leaned down slightly and whispered in Zeffer's ear.

Zeffer was completely absorbed in the illusion of bliss, unaware that someone was behind him. No one could have imagined that someone could sneak into his office so quietly.

Mark parted his lips slightly, preparing to activate "suggestion" to guide Zeffer to swallow a large amount of silver prawns.

But out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the amber cat's-eye pendant around Zeffer's neck, which was shimmering with magical light.

Mark's mind went blank. He decided to give up and immediately went into ghost form.

At the same time, the light from the cat's eye pendant gradually dimmed and returned to calm.

Meanwhile, Zeffer was still amused by his own silly grin, completely unaware that he had just narrowly escaped death.

Mark's eyes turned very gloomy at this moment.

"This guy actually has defensive magical equipment."

Things are getting complicated. How can Mark kill Zeffer in a plausible way without revealing himself?

But soon, Mark had a new idea.

Why not just ask someone to help you remove the cat's eye pendant?

Moreover, the candidates have already been chosen.

"Hehe~"

Mark smiled faintly and drifted out of the room silently.

The first floor of the Mage's Association.

Inside the office, several young women in uniforms huddled together, whispering and discussing what they had seen and heard that day.

The gossip about Zefu made up the majority of the stories, and it became increasingly outrageous.

"Have you heard? Master Zefer went on a rampage in his office today, smashing things up and making a complete mess of it."

"That's not all! I also heard that he actually tried to take advantage of the newcomer, Linda, which scared her so much that her hands were dripping with filth—"

Blood, it came out as he cried!

"My God, is this going too far? He's just relying on his family's power to act so recklessly within the association!"

"That's right. I'd heard before that he harassed female employees, but no one dared to speak up. I never expected him to go this far this time."

In a corner of the office, Yinwa was touching up her foundation in front of a small makeup box mirror, looking somewhat annoyed.

Especially when she heard the name "Zeff," the image of the white-haired, blue-eyed boy involuntarily came to mind.

If we're talking about who knows the whole story best, Yinwa is definitely one of them.

But she didn't dare tell her colleagues, so she could only pretend to be focused on her work and play her role as team leader well.

But the chatter around her grew louder and louder, making Yinwa feel annoyed and unable to calm down.

"Zeff Zefu, what a jinx!"

Yinwa muttered a complaint under her breath, got up, picked up her cup, and swayed her graceful waist as she walked into the adjacent tea room.

Yinwa went to the coffee machine, pressed the button, and waited for the brewed coffee to flow out.

Just then, a faint, ethereal voice, seemingly from the depths of her soul, suddenly rang in her ears.

"I'm so itchy today~ Maybe I should ask Zeffer to cheer me up."

In an instant, Yinwa's eyes became glazed, her face flushed, her legs tightened slightly, and her black stockings rubbed together, making a "rustling" sound.

The thick coffee overflowed from the white porcelain cup.

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