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I had a mask on my face. The red smoke bracelet was around my hand. I checked using the system whether anyone was following me-especially the Magic Lord.
After learning that no Magic Lord was coming, I raised my eyebrows in surprise. I was sure that the old man Magic Lord had shown killing intent toward me.
Thud!
The wizards found the masked man. They recognized he was the same person who had exited the auction house.
"He is here!"
"Why is he alone?"
"Doesn't he have a protector?"
One by one, the wizards started questioning. They arrived in front of me. My gaze swept across the ten or so people.
I didn't answer their questions. But I spotted three Supreme Wizards among them. They were the ones who were raising the questions.
The rest of the wizards were Level-9 Wizards. But they were extremely quiet and nervous. Obviously, I could kill them. They were afraid.
