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Chapter 96 Playing with Your Own Soul

Creak~ Snap!

The door was gently pushed open and then quickly closed. Yinwa locked the door with her hand, her face flushed, and she looked at the head of the room with lustful eyes.

Zefer woke up groggily, and when he saw that it was Imva, he instantly perked up and a lewd smile appeared on his face.

"You shameless hussy, what brings you here?"

With her alluring figure and seductive expression, Yinwa walked step by step toward Zefu, slowly bending down, her neckline slightly loosened, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

Yinwa leaned close to Zefer, her breath sweet and her voice melodious and alluring.

"I heard you were unhappy, so I came to see you specifically to cheer you up~"

Before Zeph could react, Eva eagerly reached out and took off his wrinkled mage robe, unbuttoned his collar, and then pinched the cat's eye pendant around his neck, about to remove it.

Suddenly, Zefer grabbed Iva's hand and stared intently at her, trying to see something unusual in her eyes.

Zeph is a formal mage. Although he is obsessed with silver, he is not completely deranged. He vaguely senses that Eva's behavior today is somewhat abnormal.

But at this moment, Yinwa's eyes were full of affection, as tender as if she were looking at a lover. If he looked at her for a long time, she would shyly turn her head away like a girl experiencing her first love.

Zefer was deeply moved and secretly sighed, "True friendship is revealed in times of trouble."

Now, he has a terrible reputation in the association, and everyone avoids him. The only thing that can comfort him now is his old flame.

Thinking of this, Zefer's eyes softened, and he slowly loosened his grip on Iva's hand.

The cat's eye pendant was then removed, and the man and woman instantly succumbed to primal desire, embracing and kissing each other passionately, their love as strong as glue.

Taking advantage of Zefer's impaired vision, Mark quietly appeared, leaned close to their ears, and whispered a "suggestion spell," sending seductive words into their minds.

"Since we're so happy today, why don't we get some more silver carats?"

Good things should definitely be shared!

"This little bit isn't enough for anyone! People will think I can't afford it! One bottle! One bottle for each person!"

Mark launched a series of "suggestive tactics" more than a dozen times, targeting both Zeffer and Iva.

Mark remained in his ghostly state, his eyes devoid of any emotion. He floated his ghostly body past Ivana's bruised corpse and arrived at the chair.

At this moment, Zeffer was slumped naked in a chair, barely breathing, with drool dripping from the corner of his mouth—he was still alive only because of his professional physical condition.

Mark deactivated his ghostly state, his form solidified, and faced Zeffer, asking softly.

"Do you regret it?"

"Aba--Aba"

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Mark felt like a fool, chuckled and shook his head. Then he took out a pair of clean white silk gloves from his robe, put them on, grabbed the half-empty bottle of sticky silver gel from the table, and brought it to Zefer's lips.

"Brother, it's time to take your medicine."

There is absolutely no need to use "suggestion techniques".

The foolish Zefer, like a puppet on a string, took the glass bottle, shoved it into his mouth, and greedily sucked out the remaining silver carats with his tongue.

The next second, the glass bottle slipped from Zefer's weak hand and landed on the ground with a clatter, rolling a few times.

Immediately afterwards, Zeffer began to tremble violently in the chair, foaming at the mouth and convulsing as if having an epileptic seizure.

Then, Zefer kicked his legs, his neck snapped to the side, and he fell completely still, his chest no longer rising and falling.

Seeing this, Mark did not leave immediately, but instead stretched out his finger and hovered it in front of Zeffer's nose, carefully sensing his breath.

1 second, 2 seconds... 1 minute, 2 minutes...

Mark held that position for a full 15 minutes, making sure Zeffer was completely dead, before withdrawing his finger.

"I doubt anyone could hold it in for that long."

Mark said to himself with a self-deprecating smile.

The ringleader has been executed; now comes the most anticipated part: opening the treasure chest.

Mark once again entered a ghostly state, wandering around the room with extreme caution, making every move to avoid leaving any personal trace.

Soon, Mark found the dimensional bag he had been longing for among a pile of tattered clothes.

But when Mark tried to open the drawstring of the dimensional bag, he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open it.

Could it be that this thing has been subject to a personal restriction seal?

Mark abandoned his idea of ​​forcibly opening the dimensional bag, floated to the wall to take down the oil painting, and opened the safe in the same way. In an instant, the golden light reappeared.

The safe has a two-tiered structure inside. The upper tier is neatly arranged with spell scrolls, magic books, handwritten notes, and other documents.

The lower level was filled with various gems, magic crystals, potions, brocade boxes, and several unidentified metal spheres.

Even Mark, with his strong will, was stunned by what he saw.

"Skill books? 4th-level spell 'Anywhere Door'! 3rd-level spell 'Plant Talk'!"

"Huh~ Standard spell scroll, level 3, 'Fireball'."

"This must be the alchemical bomb that Clyde mentioned."

"What are these medicines? I don't recognize them. And why is this scroll all black?"

After giving his comments, Mark reached out and took back the red magic crystal that Zeffer had taken, gently stroking it and chuckling softly.

"You take one of my crystals, I'll steal all your wealth. That's not too much to ask, is it?"

Just as Mark had pocketed all the valuables, he suddenly stopped and fell into deep thought.

Mark's hesitation was not because he couldn't take all his belongings with him.

In ghost form, you can make all inanimate objects around you ethereal, but the total weight of the ethereal objects cannot exceed one-third of your net body weight.

Otherwise, one's mental energy will be rapidly drained until one is forced to exit the ghost state.

With Mark's current weight of around 130 pounds, moving all the valuable items from the site wouldn't be difficult.

But the real issue isn't whether we can move, but whether we should move at all.

If Mark packed up all his belongings and took them with him, the association's law enforcement officers would certainly classify the case as a burglary and murder after the incident.

That might cause Mark unnecessary trouble.

Therefore, the cat's-eye pendant and other relics on Zeffer's body must not be touched, so as to leave the illusion that he brought about his own death.

As for the dimensional bag... can that be the same?

If someone loses a dimensional bag, others might just think it was due to Zephyr's negligence. But if someone loses two or three valuable items, it will only increase their suspicions.

After a brief moment of thought, Mark made his decision.

Half of the valuables in the safe were taken.

The safe was Zeffer's personal property, and no one except him knew exactly how much valuables were inside, thus leaving him with a great deal of room to maneuver.

After careful consideration, Mark went all out, taking most of the high-value items from the safe, leaving only a large number of ordinary gems and a few magical items to cover his tracks.

It's worth mentioning that during the selection process, Mark discovered two interesting things: the O'Connor family's ledger and a private ledger belonging to Zeffer.

Mark shoved the two ledgers into his arms, a deep smile playing on his lips.

"The fun part is about to begin."

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