The three Psychics exchanged glances.
"A rogue Arcanist…" Mica said softly.
"Someone hiding here, using spells to scare people off..."
Still, they could tell that the quality of the talismans being used wasn't that great. The person must be a Fourth-Class Arcanist like them, but he had probably learned by himself, unlike them…
Just like that, they pressed deeper into the townhouse. As they moved, the wooden floor even started creaking beneath their steps.
"He's here…" Zhang Wei muttered after the person entered his Magic Zone…
In the back room, they found him…
A man slumped against the wall with his worn-out robes that was torn, and bloodied. His breathing was shallow, and his hands trembled as he clutched a half-burned talisman.
He was awake and aware of their presence.
Liang Chen stepped forward cautiously. "He's injured. But look at the item he's holding and the scattered wards around him… I guess he set all this up to keep people away while he recovered."
