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Qingyu Lake.

The disciples were listening to the command of the Magus King to set up the traps. The large amount of aura at the bottom of the lake was very obvious, and the disciples would definitely not question Magus King's judgement. They would also listen to whatever Magus King commanded them to do.

Andrea gazed at the calm surface of the lake. Only he knew the true cause of Peter's death here — the injury on Peter's shoulder had greatly affected his strength, which was why he had given Andrea and Mountain an opportunity to take advantage of. And from what Andrea knew, Peter's distress signal was sent from the Qingyu Lake. In other words, there was something at the bottom of the lake in this calm Qingyu Lake that could injure Peter.

Andrea had yet to completely grasp Peter's abilities, even with Magus King protecting him, he had to carefully consider his own safety. After all, the Magus King's thoughts were as deep as the ocean, no one could guess what his next plan was.

But Andrea also had his own plans. Under his orders, Mountain had already brought people to hide in the forest outside of Qingyu Lake.

"Andrea." A disciple dressed in black suddenly called out to him from behind.

"Jacob?" Andrea turned his head, his eyes flickering.

"There's something I want to talk to you about." Jacob came over.

"I'm busy," Andrea said as he changed the magic power in his palm into a stick shape and buried it in the ground, "This is after all what teacher has instructed me to do."

"I know," Jacob came over to Andrea's side. "I won't disturb you for long, please give me some time."

"Alright." Andrea had no choice but to agree to Jacob's request.

Jacob looked around, put his head close to Andrea's side and whispered, "I think there's a problem with Peter's death."

"Yes, yes?" Andrea's voice trembled slightly, but he quickly stabilized.

Jacob nodded. "With Peter's strength, I don't believe that anyone can kill him without us knowing."

"Is that so?" Andrea said, "Maybe he encountered a dragon and was killed by it." In Europe, dragons had different strengths, and they were indeed dragons that were unimaginably powerful.

"This is the suspicious point!" Jacob said, "According to Peter's character, if he encounters a strong and troublesome opponent, he will definitely think of a way to notify us!"

"Perhaps, perhaps …" Andrea was trying to think of a reason.

"There must be someone trying to stop Peter's signal!" Jacob's voice broke, his volume rising.

Andrea's heart skipped a beat. Jacob actually guessed right! But he knew that Jacob would tell him about it because he still didn't suspect him.

"Who do you suspect?" Andrea probed, "Will it be one of our people?"

"Not just me," Jacob said in a low voice. "All of us feel that way …"

"What do you mean?" Andrea's eyes were wide opened.

"King." Jacob seriously said to Andrea, "The one who killed Peter, must be the King."

Andrea did not reply. Jacob thought that Andrea was shocked by his words.

"Not just Peter, but Simon," Jacob said.

"The King is pretending to be sick, he doesn't need any dragon blood at all," Jacob said to Andrea.

"Enough," Andrea gestured for Jacob to be quiet. It was too dangerous to talk about this near the Magus King.

"If you do not stand up now," Jacob solemnly said to Andrea, "you, and us, we will all die one by one at the hands of the King."

"Don't say such crazy things." Andrea understood what Jacob meant. He wanted to join hands with him, and even join hands with all his disciples to deal with Magus King. But after going through a battle with Peter, Andrea finally understood how terrifying a Ranker was. The weak would always misjudge the difference between him and the strong.

"Do you choose to stand on the king's side?" Jacob looked into Andrea's eyes.

Andrea did not dare to look Jacob in the eye. He only said, "Give me a little more time. Let me think about it."

"Time will not wait for anyone." "This is the best chance."

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The servants noticed the short man coming out of the shadows.

"Hello." A servant holding a sickle signaled to his companion. "Another guy is coming."

"He's alone." Another servant with a hammer said, "I'll deal with him."

"Be careful." The servant who had spoken earlier reminded him.

"He's just a skinny little Chinaman." The servant obviously didn't take his opponent seriously. The hammer in his hand was already several times heavier than his opponent.

However, he did not know that the petite Oriental was not fighting alone. He had brought a huge army with him.

Taoist turned the porcelain bottle in his hand over, and yellow liquid flowed out from the bottle and quickly evaporated. Soon, the surrounding air was filled with a strange smell.

The servant who took the initiative to walk over with the hammer smelled the odor first. He rubbed his nose in discomfort, and when he put his arm down, he suddenly saw it.

A magnificent army!

"Jackie, what's wrong with you?" The man with the sickle called his name from behind.

However, it was as if Jackie's feet were nailed to the ground for a moment. He trembled, but was unable to escape. The hammer in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. His body also fell to his knees.

He saw a magnificent army coming towards him!

"Hey!" "Jackie!" The man with the sickle was still shouting. He couldn't understand why Jacky would suddenly kneel down like the short man, but he had a bad premonition.

The short man walked in front of Jackie and placed his hand on the top of Jackie's head.

"Let him go! Stinky Dwarf! " Thomas was a good friend of Jacky's. The two of them had come to the Dark Tower together to train as wizards, but were told that those who didn't have the talent to learn witchcraft could only become low-level servants. The two of them had shared the darkest moment of their lives, but together they had emerged from the shadow of negation. Even if you can't become a Magus, you can at least find your own life, right?

Thomas watched as the short man's fingers were inserted into Jackie's skull. In the midst of his angry roars, Jackie's head was torn off — his head was split off!

"Bastard!" Angry, Thomas rushed at the short man, but then he saw what Jacky had seen.

Rows and rows of knights with spears appeared in the shadows, and all he could hear was the orderly clop of hooves.

He also stood there in a daze, just like his good friend Jackie.