Looking at the three people who were ready to draw their swords, the woman had no intention of resisting at all.
Her face still bore a sweet smile like a girl-next-door: "Kill me?"
"Unfortunately, you are too late, I am already dead."
"Anna, although you are not a wizard specializing in soul research, you should be able to see this. The great library in Constantinople has given you the opportunity to stand on the shoulders of those before you."
"But anger has blinded your eyes—it's not a good trait for a wizard to be irritable and angry."
Losa instinctively glanced behind this woman and indeed found no shadow—was she a ghost?
Anna's tense presence deflated like a punctured balloon, and she pleaded weakly, "What will it take for you to tell me the location of the Source of the Plague? Don't you like seeking knowledge? I can open all the collections of the Empire Library to you."
"Hehe—"
