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Chapter 525: Old Rosier: You Actually Think I'm a Spy? How Ridiculous!
Chapter 525: Old Rosier: You Actually Think I’m a Spy? How Ridiculous!
Just a few seconds after the explosion, the meeting room’s door was slammed open. A Caster in Black Robes rushed in, gasping for breath as he spoke urgently.
"Notte, Sir! Werewolves and a large group of Wizards have broken in from outside!"
"I know! Gather some people, we need to leave through the Secret Passage now!" Notte’s voice was filled with intense anger, but his rational mind told him that now was not the time to investigate whether there was a traitor among them. The most important thing was to get out of there quickly.
However, the Black-robed Enforcer remained frozen, stammering out that the entrance and the Secret Passage had both been attacked simultaneously.
"What?! Are you sure?!" Notte lunged forward, grabbing the Auror by the collar, demanding an answer.
"Yes, Notte, Sir", the Auror swallowed hard, trembling as he spoke.
After confirming this, Notte nearly fainted from the shock.
If all the exits were sealed, they would all be trapped and doomed to die here.
"Who betrayed us?!" Notte turned around, his eyes bloodshot as he glared fiercely at Old Rosier and the others.
The Pureblood Wizards in the room also took a few steps back, eyeing their colleagues warily.
If they had only suspected someone earlier, now they were all certain that there was a traitor among them!
After all, the time and location of this secret meeting were known only to a select few, and the exact location of the Secret Passage was even more confidential. Without a spy’s report, Asia could not have coincidentally chosen this exact moment to attack.
Old Rosier’s face remained calm, but inside he was panicking. He knew this was the most dangerous moment for him. If he was identified, he might not survive long enough for Ivan and the others to break in.
He had to buy time and create confusion!
"It must be you, right?! Fury! I’ve always thought you were suspicious! Everyone knows you have a conflict with Old Nott, maybe you want to get rid of us!" Old Rosier suddenly brandished his wand, pointing it at a middle-aged male wizard, speaking with righteous indignation.
Notte and the others looked at Fury with suspicion, their eyes filled with doubt.
"You’re talking rubbish! What benefit would I get from surrendering?!" Fury slammed his hand on the table, glaring at Old Rosier. Then, as if a thought struck him, he asked darkly, "And you, Rochelle, why are you so quick to jump to conclusions? We haven’t said anything, yet you’re already pointing fingers. I’ve heard you’ve been leaving a lot lately, and no one can find you."
At this, Old Rosier’s pupils dilated. He couldn’t understand how Fury knew this information.
House-Elf Lar would never dare to betray him, and if it had been Lar, this meeting wouldn’t have happened. Therefore, one of the two servants at home must have been bought off by Fury, or perhaps Fury had sent someone to spy on him.
The only consolation was that the other side didn’t know much more, or they would have acted already.
"You think I’m a spy? What a joke!" Old Rosier was seething with anger inside, but he forced a sneer onto his face.
"Then how do you explain your frequent outings, Rochelle? If you don’t explain yourself, don’t blame me! I don’t want to be fighting enemies while also watching out for a traitor’s ambush!" Fury pressed on, his wand now pointed at Old Rosier.
The other Wizards on the scene remained silent, their gazes shifting between the two. In the end, most of them pointed their wands at Old Rosier.
They had known each other for decades, and everyone was well aware of Old Rosier’s character. If there was a traitor among them, he was the most likely candidate!
Cold sweat trickled down Old Rosier’s forehead as he silently wondered why Ivan and the others hadn’t arrived yet. Finally, he steeled his resolve and began to unbutton his Wizard Robes.
Fury and the others were taken aback, the tips of their wands glowing with various hues of light. They were deeply concerned that Old Rosier might pull out a powerful Magical Item from his robes and take them all down with him.
But that didn’t happen. Old Rosier merely revealed a bandage wrapped around his waist.
“This is a personal matter, and I didn’t think it was necessary to tell you. However, since you insist on knowing, I’ll show you!” Old Rosier surveyed the group, then pulled off the bandage, exposing a wound that was still bleeding. He pointed to it and continued.
“See this? When Asia and those werewolves attacked the manor last time, I was hit by a very special Magic. I’ve tried many methods and consulted some friends, but nothing has been able to heal it!”
“This wound is like a Curse. I might bleed to death in a day or two, and you think I’m a spy? How ridiculous!” Old Rosier shook his head sadly, muttering to himself.
Notte and the others, who had their wands pointed at Old Rosier, were suddenly embarrassed. From Old Rosier’s pale, almost frightening complexion and the bleeding wound on his waist, it was clear he wasn’t lying.
Fury furrowed his brow, suspecting that Old Rosier might have betrayed them to get this wound treated. But upon further reflection, he found this unlikely. If that were the case, the other side would have healed the wound long ago to keep Old Rosier calm.
After all, no one else knew about this injury, and healing it wouldn’t expose anything. There was no need for Old Rosier to suffer needlessly.
As for the issue of trust, a magic contract would suffice. Keeping the wound would only breed resentment.
“Sorry, Rochelle. It seems we misunderstood you,” Notte said apologetically, waving a hand to signal the others to lower their wands.
“Hmph, if it weren’t for the current situation, I wouldn’t let this go so easily!” Old Rosier angrily straightened his robes, his expression filled with indignation, as if he had been greatly wronged.
Notte and the others, seeing Old Rosier’s reaction, lowered their guard even further, removing him from their list of suspects, and began to accuse each other.
Old Rosier breathed a sigh of relief, his Wizard Robes soaked with sweat. He was even somewhat relieved that the fatal wound on his waist was still there; otherwise, it would have been much harder to deceive Notte.
Did he anticipate this today?
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Old Rosier’s mind.
He strongly suspected that Ivan Hals had used Magic to injure him the previous day not just as punishment for his earlier insubordination, but also to give him a way to act as if he were suffering and thus escape suspicion!
(End of Chapter)
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