Chapter 788 Idea of squeezing in with Mr. Johnson and sharing a bed seemed quite appealing

Chapter 788 Idea of squeezing in with Mr. Johnson and sharing a bed seemed quite appealing

"Mr. Johnson, what's the deal with that guy?" Seraphina was curious about why William would take an interest in someone like Damien.

A mere mid-level Soulmancer, was he really worth William's attention?

"That child is my student," William explained. "If he gets scared later, help him calm down." him down?

Seraphina hadn't expected that this was the reason she was brought along by William.

But she agreed nonetheless. Could she really refuse something William asked of her?

Instead of taking the elevator, William appeared directly in Damien's room.

Damien was about to perform a secret ritual to exchange blood with Silas, aiming to later take over his Divine Constitution.

When William appeared in the room, Damien was clearly startled, then his face twisted into a strange smile. "What do you want to do? Who let you into my room?"

"What do you think?" William glanced at the oak barrel in the corner and raised an eyebrow.

"Heh, it seems this little bastard has told you something," Damien sneered, suddenly launching an attack. His right claw glowed with a bloody light, eerie and sinister, as he lunged towards William's chest.

"A mere novice Soulmancer..."

Damien's words were cut short as he turned into a pile of ashes.

Did a powerhouse like William even need to lift a finger against a mere mid-level Soulmancer?

Just a thought, and Damien was reduced to nothing more than dust.

In terms of combat, William hardly needed to act unless he felt like it,encounters were over in an instant.

Damien had thought William was just a novice Soulmancer, but he could never have imagined that he was this powerful.

A mid-level Soulmancer might not be considered weak normally, but in front of William, he was no different than an ant.

"Silas," William called out.

Silas, still inside the oak barrel, didn't dare to poke his head out, completely unaware of what had just happened outside.

William approached the oak barrel and spoke gently, "Silas, I'm Mr. Johnson. Damien is dead,you can come out now."

Silas still didn't dare to poke his head out.

Impatiently, William tapped his finger on the oak barrel, causing it to vanish, leaving Silas crouching there, shivering.

It was clear that Damien had often tormented him.

"It's okay now, you're safe," William said. "Would you like to come with me?"

Without a second thought, William said, "Then come along."

"Great!" Seraphina had no expectations from William, but hearing his invitation sparked a bit of fantasy in her.

The three of them arrived at William's place.

Seraphina looked around as she entered and said, "Mr. Johnson, you live here?"

"Yes," William nodded, then turned to Silas, "Would you like something to eat?"

Silas didn't speak, but at the mention of food, his stomach involuntarily growled.

After school, Damien hadn't prepared any food for Silas, and he was now famished.

William walked into the kitchen to start preparing food.

Seraphina followed him and asked, "Mr. Johnson, there's only one bedroom here? Maybe I could squeeze in with you?"

William glanced at her, wondering what the young girl was thinking day by day.

"I don't live here. You stay here and help me look after this kid," William said while cooking dinner. "You two seem about the same age, just treat him like your little brother."

Seraphina was speechless.

What did he mean they looked about the same age?

She had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and although she couldn't compare to William's age, she was certainly a mature woman.

Calling her a great-great-grandmother to the boy would be more than appropriate.

But how could she defy what William said?

"Alright then." Seraphina felt like she had become a nanny again and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Johnson, where will you sleep?"

William naturally replied, "I'm going back to New York. I'm used to that bed."

"That far..." Seraphina couldn't believe that William, while based in Arcane Village, would actually travel back to New York just to sleep.

Was it really necessary?

William smiled, "For me, it's all the same. It's not far."

To William, with his ability to teleport, the neighboring bedroom and a small courtyard in New York were just a step away.

What did distance matter?

"Oh." Seraphina felt somewhat disappointed. Deep down, she was conflicted,the idea of squeezing in with Mr. Johnson and sharing a bed seemed quite appealing.

Unfortunately, that wish was not going to be fulfilled.