V2: Chapter 177: The Last Traitor
From teleportation and object distortion to telepathy, Octaville performed each magic trick with dazzling flair, making one wonder if it was truly the same magic they had learned. However, behind these dazzling performances lay Octaville's subtle observation and psychological analysis of each magician.
A moment of relaxation inevitably leads to a slip-up.
Octaville performed her magic while loudly chatting with everyone.
As the performance progressed, Octaville skillfully used the illusions of magic and psychological suggestion to gradually guide the magicians within the tower, revealing their true thoughts and emotions.
During this process, she keenly noticed a magician's subtle abnormal reaction—whenever the topic of the tower's security or secrets came up, a barely perceptible hint of panic and unease would flash in this magician's eyes.
It was this subtle clue that allowed Octaville to lock onto her target. She continued her dazzling performance without batting an eye, while secretly setting up even tighter surveillance and investigation.
Finally, after a series of complex tests and verifications, Octaville confirmed the magician's true identity—he was the second mole hidden in the shadows.
"Griffiths, why did you betray the Magic Tower?"
Octaville stopped what she was doing, pointing her wand at the older-looking magician. Her face was contorted with anger and sorrow.
This was one of her seniors, someone who had worked diligently within the Magic Tower—why would he be a traitor? She couldn't accept this outcome; she couldn't believe that this senior, who had watched her grow up, would become a traitor.
Faced with overwhelming evidence, Griffiths finally broke down. He knelt before Octaville, weeping and confessing his crimes and betrayal.
However, for Octaville, this end was only the beginning.
She didn't kill Griffiths outright.
It wasn't because she was soft-hearted; she wouldn't be.
"Tie Griffiths up."
Octaville's face was pale.
Seeing this, Hilary rushed to her lover and took her hand.
"Fu, are you alright?"
Octaville gently shook her head, leaning close to Hilary's ear and whispering, "Baby, let me lean on you. I'm not feeling well right now. You know, this kind of magic really hurts the body..."
"Okay. Let's lean on each other."
Hilary moved closer to Octaville, letting her lean against her.
"Take Griffiths to the torture chamber."
A flicker of panic crossed Griffiths's face. Going to that kind of place was practically the death knell for him. He was so old; he definitely couldn't withstand that kind of torture.
But...
He thought of the poisonous worm in his stomach, the one Doris had planted in him. If he betrayed Doris, if he said anything harmful to her, that worm would live inside him, biting him to death.
Of course, he wasn't pitiful at all; it was all his own choice, he had actively sought out Doris.
“Tower Master! Tower Master!”
Griffiths screamed like a pig being slaughtered as he was dragged away, “Tower Master! For the sake of me raising you! For the sake of my old age! Spare my life! Spare my life…”
His voice faded into the distance.
“Alright, everyone, the meeting is adjourned. Go back to sleep and wait for the results.”
“Tower Master.”
“Tower Master, you…”
“This magic is really harmful to the body, are you really alright?”
The magicians were all very worried.
Octaville shook her head, her voice booming, "I'm perfectly fine, and it won't hurt my body too much. After all, I'm the Tower Master, I'm very strong. Don't worry about me, everyone. Go back to sleep, I need to interrogate Griffiths. Everyone, disperse."
There was an urging tone in her voice.
Although everyone was still worried, they obeyed, leaving in twos and threes.
The meeting room door closed.
"Pfft!" A voice rang out.
"Ugh..."
"Cough cough cough!!"
Octaville clutched her chest, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood. The blood fell to the ground, a gruesome sight.
"What happened?!"
Liang Lin cried out, running over.
"What happened to her?"
She asked her sister.
Hilary sighed. “This is a side effect of that magic, so Fu usually doesn’t use it. It’s very harmful to the body after use, and it takes about a month to recover. During this month, if the magic is used for too long, she will vomit blood again, and her body will become weaker and weaker.”
“Ah...”
Liang Lin looked at Octaville.
Octaville’s lips were stained with blood, but she gave a thumbs up and forced a smile. “Look at how scared you are, you’re not as good as your sister. I’m fine, I’m strong, don’t listen to her nonsense, I’ll only vomit blood once and I’ll be fine.”
“Still pretending to be strong even now.”
Hilary punched the other’s shoulder hard.
Octaville’s face showed a pained expression. “I’m already like this, and you still hit me, you really don’t care about me at all, baby.”
Liang Lin: “.....”
She’s already injured like this, and they’re still flirting. I really can’t stand these two.
Liang Lin silently turned back and looked at Liang Di.
Liang Di, however, seemed completely unfazed, even smiling at Liang Lin.
"Alright, let's hurry to the torture chamber."
Supported by Hilary, Octaville led Liang Lin and Liang Di to the outside of the torture chamber.
"Cough cough, baby, let go of me. I can't let anyone see through this."
"Okay, be careful, don't fall."
Hilary carefully released her arm.
"Don't worry so much, I only have a minor injury, not a brain injury or a loss of mobility. I won't fall." Saying this, Octaville pushed open the door to the torture chamber.
Light was extremely scarce here, only a few dim, yellow candlelight rays barely seeping in from the narrow window high up, barely illuminating a corner of the room. This light cast mottled shadows on the heavy iron torture instruments, making the entire space even more eerie and terrifying.
In the center of the room stood a long table made of cold, uneven stone.
Scattered around the table were various instruments of torture: sharp saws, heavy hammers, twisted pliers, and a chilling torture rack, each gleaming with a cold light.
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