In the room, the two looked at each other silently.
In this heavy atmosphere that seemed to be overwhelming, sweat dripped from the magician's forehead.
He didn't know whether he should take the gamble or not.
Since he didn't attack as soon as he came in, maybe this person who couldn't sense the fluctuation of magic power was really weak?
Maybe, as long as he puts in all his strength and fights to the death, he will be able to get rid of him unexpectedly.
Of course, it is more likely that in a confrontation, the opponent will kill him as easily as crushing an ant.
Time passed by minute by second, and in this space isolated from the outside world, the already slow flow seemed to become even slower.
Soon after, the magician finally let go of his last chance to resist.
"What do you want to know? Ask."
If they can survive, who would want to die in a dark corner without knowing why?
Those who have sacrificed everything in their lives in exchange for wealth have not even had time to enjoy it...
Wayne watched his changing expression.
"You must have those lists of children, right?"
As the top person in charge here, he must be very aware of the internal situation.
After struggling for a while, the magician turned around and walked to the bookshelf nearby, and opened a hidden compartment behind a stack of thick classics.
He almost stretched his entire arm into the dark room and took out several books.
"There are only nine pieces of 'goods' here now. Mr. Chapman took away most of the well-trained ones not long ago, and now the ones left behind are all unusable and defective products."
"...Cargo?" Wayne understood this harsh word.
The magician was speechless for a moment and explained: "This is a nickname for them, so as not to accidentally leak the news."
Wayne didn't say anything, just raised his hand.
The shadow of the magician suddenly jumped up from behind, snatched the booklet from his hand, and handed it to Wayne respectfully.
Witnessing this unheard of magic with his own eyes, the magician remained silent.
He began to feel lucky that he had not acted irrationally just now.
However, Wayne didn't care what he was thinking right now.
In his eyes, this magician who helped the evildoers was already a dead man.
All his attention was drawn to the document in his hand.
Dozens of "training results" are recorded in it.
Every once in a while, a new batch of children will be brought in; after a while, they will be taken out again depending on the situation.
They are indeed like goods being produced on every assembly line. Even in the roster, they only have cold numbers and descriptions of appearance, but no original names.
To his surprise, the account book that Miss Songli wanted to get was also mixed in.
…Should I watch it or not?
After hesitating for less than a second, Wayne opened it decisively.
Inside are the private accounts of Earl Chapman managing the relationships between all parties.
When, where, and who, how many benefits he received, and what conveniences he provided were all clearly recorded. And the name of that cheap father-in-law, Franz Edgeworth, was clearly among them. No wonder Song Li had to get this account book.
There are even people in the Winche Family Chamber of Commerce who have been bought by Earl Chapman.
With the help of this evidence, an extremely large network of relationships has been woven. As long as Chapman needs it, he can mobilize those people who have been involved with him and have been caught by him at any time.
Wayne even saw the name of the previous commander-in-chief of the city guard who died tragically in the circus.
Just before the name of Bulwer, the current Commander-in-Chief.
He suddenly closed the account book.
"It's really eye-opening," he said slightly dryly.
The amount of money involved in these transactions was astonishing, and could completely cover the kingdom's financial expenditure for several years.
But what makes people even more angry than the money is the children who were taken away like goods and disappeared without a trace.
"Where did those children who were taken away go?" Wayne asked.
As a very trusted minister around the king, Wayne found it understandable even if Chapman accepted bribes, operated in secret, and betrayed the king's private information.
But when it comes to human trafficking, it can only be said that it has exceeded the bottom line of being a human being.
Besides, Chapman is not short of money at all.
The amount of property he inherited alone was enough for his entire family to spend several lifetimes.
"I...I don't know." The magician whispered.
"For the sake of confidentiality, we can only know part of the inside story and are not allowed to communicate with the upper and lower lines." He said, "The only thing I am responsible for is watching those skilled civilians and letting them They just don’t want to cause any trouble.”
"As long as I can provide Mr. Chapman's token, I will receive the goods or hand over the goods. I don't know the true identities of those people or what they will do next. If there are any questions, I can only Report to Master Chapman himself."
"Reflect?" Wayne captured this word keenly.
"Will you rotate with the other magicians? Or will Chapman himself come down here to check?"
"...all will do. Every two months, I will change guard duty with another senior with more seniority; and Mr. Chapman will also come to inspect from time to time."
He has revealed all the secrets that cannot be leaked. He knows that Chapman will never let him go once he finds out, so he doesn't mind betraying his old club more easily.
The magician knew almost all the questions raised by Wayne.
While talking, he smiled to please, and even told Wayne that he also knew a place where treasures were stored in the manor, and he would be willing to lead the way as long as he was willing to let him go.
Seeing that he couldn't find anything else to ask, Wayne knocked out the magician with one punch.
Although I am short of money now, making this kind of money can only be said to be a loss of conscience.
The other people here are civilians, which makes it much easier to deal with.
Taking advantage of those people gathered in the area near the entrance and exit, Wayne closed his eyes and maximized the surge of magic power.
If the qualifications of "Ven" still require the elements from the outside to be incorporated into the body, and then slowly converted into reserves in the magic pool; then now Echos directly commands all the energy swimming between the heaven and the earth, and transfers them Compressed around yourself.
The ground shook violently, and dust continued to roll down from above.
The hard wall that had been compacted many times opened up with huge cracks amidst the explosions, like a dense and winding worm.
People eating late-night snacks looked up in horror.
"The ground... was there an earthquake?"
The lights swayed, projecting many figures caught in the chaos on the wall, making them look like ghosts.
