Chapter 273: Stephen

Charles went near the compound gate and saw Oswald and others were dragging the chained Damian towards the right side garden.

At that moment, a few young guards also came from the servants' quarters and started helping them.

Charles zeroed his gaze on Damian's tiny head and cast [Burning Consciousness] spell on him.

A moment later, a small ball of purple fire appeared in Damian's Inner World and soon formed into a purple-skinned Charles.

He stood in a strange swampy forest and looked around the surroundings in curious.

Damian's Inner World was an endless bog of vile pollution, decaying bodies, and rotting marsh, repeatedly drenched by rain, sleet, and hail storms.

While looking around, he suddenly noticed Damian's five consciousnesses were flying towards his direction from the front and smiled.

But before they could get close to him, he opened his arms wide and cast hundreds of [Fire Seed] spell, and tens of [Knowledge Absorber] spell!

If his main consciousness were there, he might have stood a chance against his [Burning Consciousness] spell.

Unfortunately, his main consciousness was focused entirely on the outside and got caught off guard.

The whole polluted swampy region got swallowed by the purple flame in seconds.

Within the next few minutes, Charles noticed most of Damian's important memories appeared vague.

It was as if someone had already erased his memories and left him with broken memories.

'There is no memory of him being a member of the Unseen Legends organization. Many of his memories are unclear...This guy is a puppet.' Charles stared at the struggling Damian from the other side of the mansion and soon furrowed his brows.

Without any hesitation, he cast [Flame Teleportation] spell, enveloped his body in a crimson flame, and disappeared from there.

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Highlander Street, Commoners' District, City of Iron.

A single storied house stood in the right side corner of the street road and appeared isolated from the rest of the buildings.

At that moment, a humanoid ball of purple fire appeared in the reception hall and soon formed into a figure of an old man.

Charles silently touched his face and changed his appearance into a younger one.

Then, he walked out of the house, walked on the street road, entered the main street, and soon moved to the Merchants' District.

After that, he soon entered Groove Street junction, walked on the dirt road, and soon arrived in front of a two-storied house.

It was Casey's house!

He stared at the gloomy house for a moment, released his wisdom power, and scanned the surrounding area.

To his shock, not even a single human remained in the house!

'Escaped? They have long expected my arrival?' A frown appeared on his forehead.

Just when he was about to turn around, a passerby man said some news to the nearby person, which caused Charles to freeze for a moment.

"Did you hear the rumor about Foster Family? A guy from the market told me that Lord Larry was assassinated last night! But Foster Family hasn't made any announcement and seemed to be hiding it from the masses. Unfortunately, a few spies from other families released it in the dark. I suspect this must be done by Her Highness Rhea."

"Yeah, I did hear this news a few minutes ago. Wasn't it a fake rumor? But why would Her Highness targets Lord Larry?' The other guy asked.

"Humph, Lord Larry is the main pillar of Foster Family and supports Vance Boneflare. But now, he was assassinated in his home. Not even the Duke sensed the presence of this mysterious assassin."

"You suspect that this mysterious assassin is the Ancient Mage?"

"Who else? Currently, he is the only one who has the qualification to assassinate a Rank-4 Mystic. Moreover, I heard from a Wizard that no one knew of his full capabilities."

As Charles heard their conversation, he subconsciously turned around and stared at the two people.

Both of them wore grey robes and appeared to be around 30 years old.

'Mages.' He raised his eyebrows, turned around, and started walking towards the main road.

Currently, questions whirled in his head.

'Larry Foster died? How? Who killed him? Is this also some kind of scheme of the Divine?' He felt something was wrong with the situation and thought of checking on Potion Master Stephen.

'But the probability of him gone missing or assassinated is very high. If I go to his house now... I might end up being the main suspect.' He thought for a moment and entered a nearby dark alley.

Although the dawn light appeared in the sky, the alley road looked empty, making his job easier.

He hurriedly touched his face, shifted his attention towards the shape-shifter imprints, and activated the skill.

The next instant, his deep-blue hair started to grow longer and soon turned into a silver one.

His eyes color also changed from deep-blue into sky blue eyes, and his face changed from oval to square one.

At that moment, his chest also started bulging and soon formed into two melons.

A few minutes later, a 30 to 35 years old silver-haired woman in her black frock coat walked out of the alley, took out a red scarf from her space ring, and wore it around her neck.

'Everything is good.' Charles, in Vivian's appearance, nodded his head and started walking towards the main road.

After a few minutes of walking, he soon entered the Nobles District and started walking towards Mitre Street.

That's where the Potion Master Stephen's house was located!

'135D Mitre Street, huh.' Nodding inwardly, he reached the main road and continued to walk.

When he entered Mitre Street, it was already around 6.15 A.M.

The morning sun peeked from the eastern direction and showed glorious daylight to all living creatures.

Charles felt a little warmth as he stepped on the well-maintained street road and moved towards the end of the street.

Soon, he saw a single-storied house on the right side and noticed a name tag at the entrance.

Although Stephen was a Rank-4 Potion Master, his house appeared more like a commoner's one!

'I thought potion masters are rich people.' He couldn't help but show a confused look on his face.

'Rich? If the word 'rich' could sell for a gold coin, these maniacs would gladly take it and try to sell it to get more potion materials. Concocting a potion is very hard, lad.' The Holem's Crown spoke coldly in his head.

Charles nodded his head, zeroed his focus on the single-storied house, and tried to scan it using wisdom power.

To his shock, an invisible power appeared out of nowhere and blocked his wisdom power!

'T-This... Did Stephen place some magic array to block others from spying on him?' He asked in confusion.

'It appears so. If he didn't place such array, many families would have spied on him while he was concocting and stole most of his potion recipes.' The Holem's Crown responded.

Meanwhile, Charles already arrived near the fence, opened the wooden gate, and started walking in.