"Martina is willing to stay by the teacher's side for a lifetime." Martina tightened her grip, continuing to rub against him.

The other young people watched, swallowing at Martina's figure, their eyes filled not only with desire but also a hint of jealousy.

They were all Wizards from the Eye of the Storm faction, but none of them were official members.

Booker was the only official member of the Eye of the Storm, a powerful Level 2 Wizard.

He took on many students; these students either had a certain background, were wealthy enough, or were sufficiently young and attractive.

Booker's female students were basically his playthings, and this had never been hidden.

Women who voluntarily became his students were aware of this and were mentally prepared.

It's not easy to become his female student; one's appearance and figure must be acceptable, otherwise, there's no qualification.

As a powerful Level 2 Wizard, Booker indeed had enough strength to make people rely on him.

This was not uncommon among Wizards, it could even be said to be quite common.

His female students were much more likely to gain resources than male students, as long as they could win Booker's favor.

This Martina was a student Booker particularly favored recently.

Accompanying him to the polluted district this time, the other male students had all paid heavy fees to enroll.

Martina didn't pay a penny and was taken care of everywhere, making the others quite jealous.

However, jealousy couldn't change things; the others could only watch.

Martina, receiving such favor, instead became an object of flattery for other students.

After enjoying a round of flattering words from everyone, Booker said, "This ruin we discovered has an extremely complex and tedious Witch Array guarding it. The things inside must not be simple. Since I came last time, I've been researching this Witch Array day and night, and finally figured out the method to break it."

"The difficulty of breaking this Witch Array is extremely high; even a Level 3 Witch Array Master from the Witch Array Master Association may not be able to break it."

Booker deliberately exaggerated the difficulty of breaking the Witch Array at the castle gate to show his superb skills.

"Teacher, you're amazing!"

"Booker, your Witch Array skills are unmatched in the whole Land of Dawn."

...

The others were quite adept at flattery, seizing the moment to praise, which Booker thoroughly enjoyed.

"Let's go, let me show you all how I break this Witch Array, learn as much as you can." Booker led everyone toward the castle gate.

Booker and his group arrived at the castle gate, and upon seeing the already opened door, his face turned grim.

The others, adept at reading expressions, saw Booker's look and understood he was in a bad mood, so no one dared to speak, all bowing their heads for fear of angering Booker.

The open castle gate indicated someone had been here before, and the valuable things inside had likely already been taken away.

Booker wasn't upset because something inside might have been taken.

He was very familiar with this kind of castle; generally used for daily residence and unlikely to have anything too precious, so he wasn't intending to get anything valuable from it.

His annoyance stemmed from bragging about the difficult Witch Array at the gate, how much effort he'd devoted to cracking it.

Booker had exaggerated the difficulty of the Witch Array at the gate too much, even claiming that a Level 3 Witch Array Master from the Witch Array Master Association might not be able to break it.

Now the gate stood wide open, practically a slap to his face, which was the real reason for his sour mood.

Booker didn't care about other things but cared about face, especially in front of his students.

"Let's go in and take a look." Booker walked in with a grim expression, followed closely by the others.

He was still a bit unwilling to leave without checking for any valuables.

This journey couldn't be in vain.

After Booker and several others entered the castle, they quickly began searching through it.

Like Herag, they first searched from the first floor to the third floor inside the castle.

Herag had found nothing valuable during his search, and naturally, they found nothing too.

Half an hour later, the six gathered in front of the castle.

Upon questioning, Booker's face turned even more grim.

This trip had yielded nothing, such a loss.

The most important issue was losing face in front of his students, which was exceedingly distressing to Booker.

After confirming there was nothing valuable left, Booker's face became so sour it seemed water might condense from it.

He stared at the castle for a while, finally said in a deep voice, "Let's go back."

The group was immediately ready to leave.

Herag was hidden in the basement, his heart always anxious.

He had completely restrained his aura, even controlling his breathing, to avoid drawing attention from those above.

Though they were Wizards, Herag didn't know which faction they were from.

If they were not from Serlandir, it would be greatly risky.

After all, it was a polluted district; even if the Level 2 Wizard killed him, nobody would know.

Moreover, the castle seemed completely looted; if they found Herag hiding in the basement now.

This group would surely assume he took the good things inside, demanding him to hand them over.

Giving them up would surely mean being drained dry.

As for his life, it naturally wouldn't be spared.

Even if this group was from Serlandir, Herag wouldn't reveal himself.

For the human heart is the hardest to fathom, anything could happen.

Herag was grateful they hadn't noticed the basement entrance hidden in the corner, having taken some precaution when he entered.

Indeed, their focus remained on the castle above, unaware of the inconspicuous corner.

When they were about to leave, Herag thought he had narrowly escaped danger.

Unexpectedly…

Martina gazed at the distant lawn, pulling Booker and saying, "Teacher, that seems different from other places."

Hearing her, Booker turned back and looked in the direction Martina pointed.

On seeing the lawn, he immediately noticed signs it had been tampered with, and scanned it using Magic Sense.

Booker revealed a pleased expression, discovering a basement and a person hiding inside.

"Come out!"

Magic Power fluctuated around Booker; soon, Herag was grabbed by a giant stone hand and pulled out from the basement.

The stone hand brought Herag before Booker.

Herag, having deactivated the Titan Power form to enter the basement, had returned to his original appearance.

Booker had never imagined there would be someone still here.

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