Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
The female mage's face was filled with unwillingness and disbelief. She slowly fell to the ground, and her body gradually turned cold.
Leas seemed to secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Joelson dispersed the ice blade and took out a clean white handkerchief to slowly wipe the bloodstains on his hands.
Elegant, calm, and noble, as if he had accomplished a trivial matter that was not worth mentioning.
"Leas, which batch is this?"
Leas frowned and thought for a while before saying, "It's the third batch. Young master, I'd better put on my scarf."
Joelson shook his head and said indifferently, "It's not because of you. They died because they deserved to die. Since they are greedy, then they should be prepared to pay the price for their greed at any time."
After saying this to Leas, Joelson walked into the depths of the forest.