The hypnosis was very effective; Gwen was able to sleep soundly until dawn.
His meaning was quite clear.
You are the daughter of Earl Laureen, and you sneak into the room of a man who has a fiancée late at night.
Moreover, the other party was a newcomer, and the two sides were not familiar with each other at all.
It would be strange if they came knocking on my door like this and there were no problems.
Priscilla sensed Victor's suspicion, her hands clenched tightly together, her expression tightening slightly, showing extreme distress.
She was silent for a moment before finally speaking:
"I know you. You are a very powerful mage."
"Only you, only a powerful mage, can help me. I hope you can help me."
She said very anxiously.
"I am willing to give everything."
Upon hearing this, Viktor straightened his posture slightly.
He scrutinized Priscilla with a scrutinizing gaze.
Feeling his slightly aggressive gaze, the girl gently closed her eyes, but allowed Viktor's gaze to wander freely over her.
"Is that so?"
Viktor's voice rang out again, calm yet with a hint of amusement.
Priscilla's body trembled involuntarily.
She reopened her eyes, her face slightly flushed. Her red eyes were like ripe apples, but they were being slowly crushed, squeezing out a few tears.
But she nodded nonetheless.
"Yes...yes."
"I'm willing to pay any price."
Victor stared at her, his face expressionless.
He leaned back in his chair and asked calmly:
“Tell me what you need help with.”
Priscilla quickly said:
"Please save my mother."
“She was kept locked in her room by my father, Earl Laureen, and was not allowed to leave the room even for a moment.”
"If this continues, she will die in the room."
She pleaded desperately, her emotions becoming unusually sorrowful, her brows furrowing slightly, but this time not because of inner turmoil, but because she was begging for salvation.
Priscilla's body felt weak, all her strength was about to be exhausted, and she was even about to kneel down in front of Viktor.
Her emotions almost collapsed along with her words, and tears streamed down her face.
"Please...please help me."
Viktor's lips curled up slightly, revealing an unmistakable mockery:
"I can help you, but now, I have one condition."
Priscilla nodded hastily, as if grasping at a lifeline.
"I...I can agree!"
"Then, let me see your legs."
Viktor's words stunned the crying girl.
"Wh...what?"
She seemed completely unprepared for Viktor's words; her previously tearful face froze, and she was momentarily unable to process anything.
Viktor slowly stood up, stared intently into Priscilla's eyes, and said solemnly, word by word:
"Lift up your dress and let me see your legs."
That aggressive aura made Priscilla take a few steps back.
Immediately afterwards, the magical power around Victor suddenly erupted, tearing open the black dress that covered the girl's legs.
Sizzle—
The black dress, torn into pieces by magic, revealed Priscilla's ethereal lower body.
There should have been a pair of legs there.
But now, it seems as if it's transparent.
Beneath the dress, only a pair of black leather boots stood on the ground, seemingly supporting her body.
Priscilla's face turned pale instantly. She hurriedly lay down on the ground, clutching her torn dress, trying her best to cover her legs.
However, it was all too late.
At this moment, Victor began to look at the girl in front of him with a dangerous gaze.
His voice sounded cold and ruthless:
"As expected, how could a normal person be restricted by the magical trap I set at will?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a raging fire instantly erupted around Viktor.
The raging flames spread out like ocean waves, forming pillars of fire in the air.
But these flames didn't ignite anything; they just heated the surrounding air to a scorching temperature.
The scorching heat began to sting Priscilla's skin, and the intense firelight reflected on her pale face.
Priscilla, who had been crying and shedding tears, now had a hint of fear in her eyes.
I couldn't help but instinctively start to avoid the flames.
The flames won't burn her, but the temperature will.
The intense heat seemed to transform into a venomous snake, beginning to slither around her body, the burning sensation making Priscilla feel suffocated.
It felt as if my lungs were being squeezed tightly by a pair of giant, high-temperature hands, with intense burning sensation filling my lungs and throat.
The air became scorching hot, making it difficult for her to breathe.
Victor had his hands in his pockets, and his trench coat was ablaze with flames.
The flames behind them seemed to transform into ferocious beasts, licking the dry, parched air.
He remained calm even as he was surrounded by flames.
His feet trod on raging flames, and his eyes burned with intense heat.
Yet, beneath those blazing eyes flowed an endless chill, like solid ice encased in flames, completely burying the scorching air in coldness.
"It's late at night, yet you insist on disturbing my wife and me's rest time."
His calm voice gradually rose, a mixture of intense heat and cold, sounding somewhat chaotic:
“I’m curious, since you know I’m a powerful mage.”
"Just a mere dead soul."
"And how dare you roam so freely in front of me?"
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