Morin was like a shadow. He used his void talent to move through the darkness without any hindrance.

Not long after, Morin appeared outside the residence of Ross, the head of the Tug School.

He had obtained information about Ross's residence from several disciples of the Tug School after capturing them, so there couldn't be anything wrong with it, and there wouldn't be any problem.

Although he was the head of the Tug School, Ross's residence was a rather old-looking house, and it was rather empty, but there was nothing surprising about it.

When Maureen arrived, there was a dim light in Ross's room, and he was talking to several disciples, as if he was teaching them some knowledge.

Maureen waited.

He was patient and not in a rush.

Not long after, the disciples left and Ross was the only one left in the room. Ross was hunched over, as if he was packing something.

Maureen moved and stood at Ross's door.

Just as he was about to secretly use witchcraft to search and steal things related to those secret patterns, Ross suddenly turned his head and looked outside the door.

"Okay, powerful wizard, you can come out now." Ross had white hair and a face full of wrinkles, looking very old, and his voice was hoarse and heavy, as if it was filled with unspeakable vicissitudes of life.

Morin frowned slightly.

He didn't make any move.

"Powerful wizard, you can't hide." Ross shook his head slightly. A powerful aura suddenly rushed out from Ross's body and pressed towards the direction where Morin was.

Morin raised his eyebrows slightly.

The void was blurry, and Morin moved his body, revealing his figure.

"What a surprise, Mr. Ross."

Maureen said in a disguised, cold voice.

"No, this is not surprising." Ross shook his head. He seemed very calm and said, "Ever since I sensed the fluctuations in the pattern, I knew that His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince had found the treasure of the Saint Laurent Empire."

"Then the people who come to eliminate me should be here soon."

Ross said, looking at Maureen who was standing outside the door.

Maureen was a little surprised.

It seemed as if he was regarded as the person who carried out the mission of the Seventh Prince.

It's really a coincidence.

"Mr. Ross, you really deserve to be the head of the Tug School." Morin shrugged casually and said ambiguously.

"Compared to His Royal Highness, I am still far behind."

Ross said, as if he had thought of something, with a sigh on his face, "His Royal Highness first communicated with me and attracted my attention, and then used those mysterious patterns to lure me, making me agree to his conditions and help him study these things. It took about two or three years, and it took me a long time to react. I am really slow."

"What I studied is only a part of it. There are other things that are being studied by other people. Moreover, our things are mixed with each other for verification and reference. Your Highness is really careful."

"And in order to study these things, I actually gave up a part of my soul. When I think about it, I am really going backwards. When I was young, I would definitely not do this."

"But there is no other way. After all, these things are related to the legendary ancestor of wizards."

"Even if it's poison covered in butter, I'll just swallow it in one gulp."

Ross seemed to be talking to himself. He looked at Maureen in front of him quietly and said, "I'm old."

"Mr. Ross, you are a wizard."

Maureen smiled.

"But I am still old, and I am going to die soon." Ross sighed slightly and said, "Your Highness has shattered that part of my soul. My strength has greatly decreased, and I can't hold on any longer."

As he spoke, Ross coughed heavily twice.

Maureen raised his brows slightly. He could clearly feel a rapidly rising aura of dusk on Ross, as if Ross would die in the next moment.

"I only have some clues. I haven't studied it thoroughly. After all, those patterns vaguely record some information about the mysterious wizards and the ancestors of wizards." Ross panted heavily and said, "Besides, I'm only a third-level... third-level wizard... third-level wizard... third-level second stage peak... cough cough, my ability is limited... my ability is limited..."

"I guess Your Highness doesn't know what I have researched, haha...hahaha."

Vaguely recording some information about the mysterious wizards and the ancestors of wizards? !

Morin acted very calm, but a hint of curiosity arose in his heart.

"Mr. Ross, you've been very good." Morin cooperated and spoke, but his voice had some ups and downs.

“Cough cough… cough cough cough… I’m going to die, I’m going to die…”

Ross laughed out loud after hearing what Maureen said, but ended up coughing even more violently. He gasped and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was recovering or meditating.

Suddenly, a strange expression appeared on Ross's face. He chuckled and said, "Powerful wizard, Your Highness is very powerful, really very powerful, but... he may not be the winner."

"He may not be the winner!"

After saying this, Ross's body stiffened and he just stood there.

Suddenly, thick blue-black flames emerged from Ross's body and enveloped his entire body. In the blink of an eye, Ross was burned to ashes without leaving any trace.

Maureen stood still.

He looked at the dead Ross and was silent.

The development of things was somewhat beyond his expectations. In his original guess, he thought that there would still be a tough battle to fight, but he didn't expect that things would end so anticlimactically.

However, Morin was not careless. He extended his senses and searched the room carefully. Only after confirming that there was no problem did Morin walk in.

He used witchcraft and, based on the scent of Ross he had captured earlier, found the place where Ross's scent was the strongest and the power of witchcraft was the most fluctuating.

There is a huge stone plate.

There are strange lines engraved on the stone plate, which seem to be glowing on their own, which is extremely weird and abnormal.

Sure enough, these things are similar to the previous lines, but there are more of them and they are more dense.

"Chip, scan the records!" A faint ice-blue light flashed in Morin's eyes.

"Ding! The mission has been established!"

"Mission in progress!"

The sound of the chip rang out, and Morin nodded slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the stone plate, thought about it, and put it into his void pocket. Then Morin searched the room, took out all the valuable things, and then turned and left.

He came silently and left without causing any commotion.

Morin changed back to his original face. He sat in the carriage, tapping his brows lightly with his fingers, as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, Mo Lin's brows moved slightly.

He looked forward.

"Come out." said Morin.

After the situation in front calmed down a bit, a slight fluctuation began to appear in the air.

"I just caught up with you and you noticed me. It's still surprising." A faint voice came out.

"Mr. Morin."

"Maureen Olson."

Mo Lin raised his eyes and asked, "Who are you?"

"My name is Sidlo. Of course, Mr. Morin, you can also call me Crystal Mask."

"That's my name, too."

A figure emerged in front. He was wearing a black robe, and his body was very tall. His face was crystal clear and had a hard texture, as if it was carved out of the most perfect crystal.