Mage Manual
Chapter 510 - 416: Shall We Go Together?

Chapter 510: Chapter 416: Shall We Go Together?

Back on the lawn, Hanna looked at the drenched Ash and said apologetically, "You’ve had a tough time, was Qinna hard to deal with?"

"Yes," Ash wiped his face. "I was almost sunk... Are we leaving now?"

A floating car was parked on the lawn, clearly a taxi called by Hanna. Since the Family Reunion Office had collapsed here, they didn’t have to worry about modern transportation exploding suddenly.

Hanna hummed in agreement, "We should leave first."

"First?"

"Igula said he wants to stay here to suppress these people to ensure no one chases us," Hanna glanced at Yvalin, the "High Cold Taunting Companion" in the distance. "Once we reach a safe place, he’ll leave alone and meet up with us. This way, we can minimize the risk."

Ash was puzzled, "The Igula I know is not a morally noble person, much less the self-sacrificing type."

Alice interjected, "But didn’t he try really hard to resurrect you?"

"Let’s not mention that it was a result of deceiving the Gospel, more importantly, I’m not even dead yet," Ash spread his hands. "Just like if Liss was in danger, I would definitely risk everything to save her, but if Liss wants to hang out normally, I’d most likely send a Substitute to keep her company."

Liss kicked Ash unhappily, "Dad, you shouldn’t even be saying that."

"It is indeed a bit strange," Hanna noted. "Igula seems to be deliberately avoiding us."

Ash suddenly realized, "Could it be..."

Alice, thoughtfully said, "He could be..."

The prisoners of Blood Moon looked at each other, already guessing their companion’s schemes.

...

This way they would leave first.

Igula stopped observing the situation outside and casually flipped through a book from Yvalin’s bookshelf. He focused on the title "The Mischievous Maid."

He picked another book, "The Blood-Phobic Medical Practitioner and the Self-Harm Loving Weak Mage."

Then another, "The Vase Falls In Love."

All romance novels were one thing, but... Why were all of them about one party being straightforward and the other party playing coy?

Yvalin, your expectations for romance seem seriously off. Even if your spirit hadn’t diluted your emotions, you’d probably be single forever...

"Isn’t Mr. Igula going to meet up with his companions?" Anfeier asked, holding a teacup.

"They need to leave first," Igula said calmly. "Once they are safe, I’ll leave. This way not only is it ensured that no one else can chase them, but other than you sisters, no one knows I’m at Belladett Manor. I can leave with very low risk."

"Mmm," Anfeier nodded. "That sounds very reasonable."

"But actually, Mr. Igula, you’re just too embarrassed to see them now, aren’t you?"

Snap.

Igula closed the book, "The one thing Swindlers don’t need is face."

"For dealing with guests, you certainly don’t need face," Anfeier smiled. "It’s understandable, you had to distance yourself from Ash and the others to gain your sister’s trust before, which is already embarrassing. Although the Deceit List shows your stance, but for Mr. Igula, showing such a... sincere side must be really embarrassing for you."

"Don’t use such girlish adjectives," Igula said coldly. "And you’re completely wrong; I arranged it this way purely for safety considerations."

"Really? But didn’t you say that I am a mirror that only reflects everyone’s true self?" Anfeier tilted her head. "And I’m not guessing, I have evidence. For example, when Mr. Igula lies, he likes to mask it with lofty reasons, like just now when I congratulated you on topping the Deceit List..."

"Anyway."

Igula placed his hand on Anfeier’s shoulder, his expression calm but his breathing slightly quick, "You guessed wrong!"

The redhead stared at the Swindler, shrugged, and sipped her tea, "Maybe so~"

Buzz!

The sound of a sports car engine came from outside. Igula seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but there was also an indescribable tiredness, "They’ve finally left..."

However, the sound of the engine grew from distant to near, closer and closer, until—

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

Gun bullets wildly sketched sword light on the office wall, plastering it with numerous cracks!

Boom!

A floating car smashed through the hole-ridden wall, traced the arc of a doughnut in the study, knocked away the sofa, chairs, tea table, and decor cabinet, and came to a steady stop next to Igula and Anfeier.

"You guys..."

As the gull-wing door lifted upwards, the shock on Igula’s face had yet to fade when Ash grabbed him into the car, and Alice hugged the Swindler to prevent his escape, resembling a villain kidnapping a decent woman from Meiwa area.

"I heard you were so ashamed you couldn’t face us, Igula, so we especially came to watch you lose face!" Ash laughed heartily.

"How could I possibly—let go of me, Harvey!"

"Harvey’s in the coffin, I’m Alice." Alice giggled, "I didn’t expect you to feel so guilty about deceiving us to this extent, Igula. I forgive you on behalf of Harvey."

Liss in the front seat also said, "I forgive Aunt Bokin too! Aunt Bokin, dad’s skill in braiding hair is just too bad. Thank goodness you came back!"

"Who cares about your forgiveness!"

"Then whose forgiveness do you care about?"

Alice suddenly turned her head to Hanna, "Wait, if we destroy Belladett’s building like this, won’t we owe money?"

"Didn’t you forget the 6000 shell points we still have that were meant to be used as ransom?" Hanna said, "Since we don’t have to pay the ransom, let’s just squander it here."

Ash turned to Anfeier and naturally extended his hand, "Want to come with us?"

Anfeier looked at the chaos in the floating car. Purple Moth was taking care of the little housekeeper. The little girl with white hair was all smiles. The Necromancer and the Swindler were hitting it off.

There was also...

A red-haired girl looked at the Cult Leader and smiled slightly, "You really are a shining person."

"Hmm?"

"Sorry, I’m Mr. Igula’s fiancée," Anfeier clasped her hands in an apologetic gesture. "If Mr. Igula still wishes to say those words next time he comes to Mongfera, I’ll gladly accept."

"Harvey, open the coffin and stuff Igula in, I don’t want to see this man who attracts women everywhere... sob, sob, sob..."

"Dad, don’t cry, I’m not in a hurry for a stepmom now, and I don’t mind even if no woman likes you!"

"Liss, thank! you!"

The floating car roared out from the broken hole and hastily flew into the night sky of Mongfera. Anfeier waved goodbye to them.

It wasn’t long before Yvalin ran into the office through the breach. After looking around and not seeing anyone else, she had an idea and directly asked Anfeier, "What should we do next?"

Belladett’s decision-making always had two levels: one responsible for planning—the No-thinkers, and the other for execution—the Heartless. The strategy to undercut the eight great families was devised by Anfeier, who, able to listen to countless hearts, had long understood all the mysteries of humanity and could design traps that inflamed numerous desires.

In the past, Anfeier would not have hesitated. But now, she did hesitate.

The best decision would necessarily involve chasing after Ash and the others, but that conflicted with her own interests.

The conflict wasn’t Igula or Ash—it was Harvey.

To rid oneself of the Belladett fate meant resolving the Necromancy Angel, yet for centuries Belladett members had failed to do so, and naturally, neither could Anfeier Yvalin.

However, the one capable of conquering the Necromancy Angel had now emerged in the future of the Gospel.

Previously, as mindless, heartless tools of family continuation, they simply didn’t care about Harvey’s future achievements. But Anfeier had finally rediscovered that bit of self-awareness, and a faint selfishness began resisting the shackles of lineage!

Increase desires, provide the needed.

Anfeier, holding a gold coin, couldn’t help but laugh.

"Anfeier?" Yvalin was puzzled.

"It’s nothing," Anfeier smiled. "I think we should have a cup of tea and rest a bit first."

"Okay."