[Marvel's Hogwarts Professor] Chapter 606 - 610

Chapter 606

Dark Dimension.

The dark dimension that was originally vast and constantly expanding outwards was now slowly shrinking inward, as if it were collapsing.

The speed of the inward shrinking was alarmingly rapid, and a large number of black space cracks continuously appeared along the edge.

It seemed to indicate that something very bad had happened.

Indeed, the dark god Dormammu had participated in the dimensional invasion, and he was even the main force behind it.

However, being cautious in the long run, he had chosen to enter with the original power by dividing his soul.

Just like Mephisto.

No, to be precise, he had invested more resources than Mephisto.

Relatively speaking, after the dimensional invasion failed, his losses were also huge.

The dark dimension was based on the power of the source as energy.

The large amount of power of the dark origin caused turmoil in the entire dimension.

In order to restore the original order and stabilize the dark dimension, Dormammu, the God of Darkness, chose to shrink.

Just like now.

He shrank the dark dimension inward as much as possible to reduce the loss of the original power and at the same time recuperate.

Compared to the periphery of the dark dimension, the core area was no different from before.

It was still the colorful nebula.

Large tracts of planets and land fragments were constantly rotating along some strange trajectory.

From a distance, it even looked unusually dreamlike.

The dreamlike sea of stars rotated slowly.

Suddenly...

As if sensing some kind of force, the sea of stars began to move quickly.

Soon, the entire star sea formed a face that resembled a human visage.

He was the gathering of will of the entire dark dimension.

In other words, he was Dormammu, the God of Darkness.

"Mephisto, what are you doing here?"

In the vast and boundless void, a loud voice sounded.

There was a hint of doubt or... vigilance in his tone.

Everyone had participated in the dimensional invasion. Although Dormammu had saved his life, he had lost a lot of his original power.

All were in a weakened state.

He was even weaker than before.

At this time, if an evil god with a bad reputation like Mephisto came over, anyone with sense would be worried.

Could it be that Mephisto came to assess his state and wanted to devour him while he was weak?

You couldn't blame Dormammu for thinking this way. Devouring other dimensions was itself a way to quickly restore strength and accumulate original power.

If he had remained at full strength and Mephisto was seriously injured, he would not have hesitated to control the dark dimension and directly devour the opponent's hell.

"Dormammu, don't worry," Mephisto's voice sounded, with a faint smile. "I came here to ask you something."

"Oh," Dormammu simply said "Oh" and continued to remain silent.

If he could, he'd rather never meet Mephisto.

If he hadn't known about Kamar-Taj's attitude towards dimensional gods, he might have thought that Mephisto was a spy sent by Kamar-Taj.

"Lockhart, you know him, right?" Mephisto was not annoyed by the cool reception, shaking his head and speaking with a hint of mockery.

It seemed he was trying to provoke the other party's anger.

"I remember that last time your soul was destroyed by him."

"To be honest, I thought you were joking."

Mephisto said with a smile.

"However, when I was on Earth recently, I discovered that this Lockhart is quite extraordinary."

"Oh?" Dormammu simply said the word "oh" without saying anything more, seeming a little impatient or disdainful.

And Mephisto continued: "His relationship with Asgard is not shallow."

"The Sorcerer Supreme also seems to be taking great care of him."

"He himself has used the Vientiane World to control a large amount of resources."

"If there are no accidents, he is likely to become the most powerful sorcerer in Kamar-Taj besides the Sorcerer Supreme."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I have to say, he's a promising talent."

"Mephisto, what do you mean?" Dormammu's plain voice sounded. "I don't have time to talk to you now, so just tell me your important point."

"It's nothing serious, I just want to talk to you."

"I am quite interested in this Lockhart. I feel his soul is extremely valuable."

"Dormammu, I have to ask if you would mind if I pursue him."

Mephisto probed.

He seemed to want to know Lockhart's place in Dormammu's heart.

Dormammu was silent, but soon his voice sounded again: "Mephisto, you are free to do as you like."

"If nothing else, leave. The Dark Dimension will be closed in the near future and no guests will be welcome."

Hearing this, Mephisto nodded to express his understanding.

Without saying anything more, he turned around and prepared to return to his own hell dimension.

But the moment he turned around, Mephisto had a smile on his face.

Sure enough, Dormammu was determined to have this Lockhart for himself.

It seemed that there really was a big secret, and...

Recalling the moment when his own soul was swallowed up.

His soul seemed to have touched some great existence.

Although it was just a brief moment, he even thought it was an illusion.

If that was true, then...

Mephisto had a greedy look in his eyes.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In Tarot Town at night, the wind howled.

The wind made a banging sound against the windows.

Most people in the town had returned to their homes. Only a few shops still had lights on, which seemed to indicate that they were still open.

At this moment, in the central square of this town, there stood a huge stone statue.

Tarot Town was famous for its tarot cards, and their stone statue was naturally also of a tarot card.

In front of this huge marble tarot card stood a figure in black robes.

What was strange was that there was not a single human being in the vast square, as if everyone had left.

Only the black-robed figure remained in the middle.

Looking closer, it was David, the leader of the fallen sorcerers.

Standing in front of this huge stone tarot card, David slowly stretched out his right hand and lightly touched a certain pattern on the edge.

Buzz!

Click! Click! Click!

Dark red lines emerged one by one on this huge stone tarot card.

With a clicking sound, the middle of the tarot card slowly opened, revealing a black passage as high as one person.

David was not surprised when he saw this.

He stepped directly into the black passage.

The moment he entered, there was a bang as if something sensed his presence, and the entire passage was completely lit up.

The passage did not seem to be short; at least it was much longer than the stone statue.

It was obvious that magic was at work here.

This was a safe house for the fallen sorcerers.

Originally, there was only one wandering sorcerer who was not weak in strength.

But later, the wandering sorcerer had left.

David had naturally accepted it.

This had become a safe house for the fallen sorcerers.

When the Dusk Castle was discovered, David had called the other sorcerers to leave the castle and come to the safe house to wait for instructions.

Now, he wanted to meet the remaining fallen sorcerers.

Many plans needed to be changed because of Lockhart's discovery.

In the days to come, he feared, they would be accompanied by killing and sacrifice.

Chapter 607

Whoosh!

The torches hanging on the wall burned wantonly, and the slight wind caused the red flames to flutter.

The flames dispelled the darkness in this spacious chamber, and at the same time illuminated the faces of every fallen sorcerer in the room.

Some kept stroking the rings on their fingers, looking nervous.

Some turned their heads and looked around, as if observing the expressions of others and judging the current situation.

Others closed their eyes, not knowing whether they were meditating or contemplating.

Of course, there were inevitably people who retreated to corners and communicated quietly.

"Milton, what do you think?" A middle-aged sorcerer asked through magical telepathy.

Master Milton had a troubled look on his face, but he used his magical voice to reply: "Let's wait and see how the situation unfolds when Master David returns."

"Hey, not long ago I said that Twilight Castle was foolproof," the middle-aged sorcerer Wesley sounded a little disappointed. "I didn't expect..."

"Go and make your magic potion," Master Milton said angrily. "What's the point of overthinking? Don't forget that Mephisto is in alliance with us."

"Eighty percent of the enemies who attacked this time were killed cleanly."

"It's because of Mephisto that I'm worried..." the middle-aged sorcerer Wesley muttered quietly.

"What did you say?" Milton didn't seem to hear clearly.

"Nothing. Do you think the Sorcerer Supreme will take action?" When talking about the Sorcerer Supreme, Wesley was obviously a little scared.

"You can rest assured, this sorcerer has already taken action."

"Don't forget, there were 8 dimensional demon gods in the dimensional invasion."

"Even if the Sorcerer Supreme won, his situation is not much better now, and he has no time to hunt us down."

"Otherwise, we would have been caught long ago. It's not like you don't know the abilities of the Sorcerer Supreme."

When discussing this matter, Master Milton's voice contained strong confidence.

He used to specialize in divination, and he had performed divination specifically for himself during their planning discussions.

Although the results were a bit vague, one thing was certain: David had the secret to becoming a god.

Moreover, he had also tried to divine the Sorcerer Supreme's actions. According to the results of his divination, it seemed that the Sorcerer Supreme would remain at Kamar-Taj and would not take action rashly.

Judging from the battle of the dimensional invasion, the Sorcerer Supreme was most likely recuperating from injuries.

Since the sorcerer would not take action directly, the content of David's transaction was not false.

And Milton had long wanted to get rid of the flesh-and-blood millstone of Kamar-Taj.

However, if you believed in the Ancient One and wanted to betray him, you were really asking for death.

David had given him the secret method of dimensional cutting and the secret of becoming a god.

He really couldn't think of a reason to refuse.

Judging from the current situation, at least he had cut off contact with the Ancient One and still retained his magic power.

It could be said that nearly half of the goal had been achieved.

If he was given the opportunity to become a god, he would never refuse.

The certainty in Milton's words seemed to have infected Wesley, and he felt slightly relieved.

Wesley was about to speak again when suddenly...

Milton on the side patted his arm, as if to remind him of something.

Looking up and forward, sure enough, the figure of leader David appeared at the front of the room.

"Dear sorcerers, I've returned. This time I bring good news and bad news."

David's voice sounded, and the fallen sorcerers beside him stirred slightly.

And David continued.

"The good news is that we will officially begin the final ceremony of becoming a god."

"Every sorcerer here has the possibility of becoming a dimensional god."

"No matter how it turns out, you can still transform your magic power, increase your lifespan, and improve your strength."

David's words were full of temptation, and many of the fallen sorcerers below were breathing heavily.

"Dear sorcerers, I believe that everyone has already chosen the concept and authority of becoming a god in the future."

"Even some outstanding sorcerers have initially integrated the concept into their magic power and completed the prototype of magic transformation."

"I believe in the talents of all the sorcerers; it is only a matter of time to complete the transformation of magic power."

"Britain is a great place, and their head of government has it completely under control."

"We also took the opportunity to promulgate various policies that help us promote our concepts and unite our beliefs."

Yes, if Lockhart did not focus solely on Dusk, but conducted a comprehensive information collection, he would find that various British film and television works had been emerging in an endless stream recently. Although many of them were shoddy, there were also some excellent ones.

Moreover, various cultural activities and even religions were also extremely active.

It could be said that various concepts had begun to emerge, such as dusk, dreams, night, and more.

These were all due to the recent policies promulgated by the British government.

They had enacted many policies, one of which was very inconspicuous, but very important.

That was to promote cultural prosperity and spend money on cultural promotion and cultural construction.

The most important thing about this policy was that it could promote certain concepts with the help of British history, cultural legends, mythology, and so on.

Just like David's Twilight concept, it was promoted through movies, TV series, games, and even religions, and was integrated into the ears of every British person.

Other sorcerers also chose their own concepts and tried to promote them, condensing them with the magic power in their own bodies.

Yes, there could only be one person who could become the God of Twilight. When the current generation took this path, other fallen sorcerers chose other paths.

In short, because of the contract, David had given them the method of magic transformation to become a god.

They naturally chose what suited them.

Of course, this was for the geniuses.

Some people with ordinary strength still used the power of dusk.

"And with the resource support we have from Mephisto and some other channels, we will be free to help everyone further integrate the concept into magic."

"And..."

Having said this, David paused deliberately, and then said loudly: "We will exhaust all resources to provide help to every sorcerer who wants to try magic transformation."

"That's the good news I have for everyone."

After David finished speaking, joy appeared on the faces of many fallen sorcerers.

Combining ethereal concepts with magic was undoubtedly very demanding.

At the very least, those with mental power must transform, reaching at least the quasi-god level.

This was also the purpose of the divine enlightenment ceremony they had held before.

Only through spiritual transformation could one come into contact with illusory concepts and authority.

Otherwise, it was just a fantasy.

In addition, various resources were also indispensable.

Both tangible and intangible things were required.

Most of them had used their own resources before—after all, they were all ready to defect, so naturally they could plunder as many resources as they could.

However, no matter what, it was still limited after all.

Now, David said that more resources could be provided, and they were naturally happy.

However, a few sorcerers began to look serious. They remembered he had said that there was good news and bad news.

By releasing such a big benefit first, did this mean that next...

"The second news was actually what we expected."

"As our operations become more and more active, it is inevitable that some traces will be discovered by the sorcerers of the London Sanctum."

"When they find out, they will try to stop us."

"This is inevitable."

"Now, it has become a reality."

"Next, we may have to face the challenge of the London Sanctum."

Chapter 608

London, an alley.

"The Ring of Caval!"

"Shield of Loyle!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The circular flying knife shot forward, rushing towards the red flame shield.

After receiving a banging sound.

As if aware of the shield's defense, Doctor Strange pulled his arm back slightly, and the ring blade flew towards him.

Slowly falling on the palm of his hand.

Puff!

With a thought, the magic power was canceled and turned into scattered red flame-colored light spots.

Watching an oval shield as tall as a person appear on the opposite side.

Strange's eyes were cold.

He put his hands together, magic power surged, and when he pulled it outward, a long red-flame stick slowly emerged.

Holding the long stick tightly with both hands, his fingertips felt the lines on the stick.

Strange nodded slightly with satisfaction.

"Damn traitor, accept the judgment of Vishanti!"

Tread! Tread! Tread!

Cursing a few words casually, Strange stepped forward and rushed towards the shield with his long stick raised high.

The sorcerer on the opposite side had no expression on his face after hearing Strange's curse.

He briefly glanced at the other sorcerer behind Strange.

No, to be precise, it was a battle between his companion and another sorcerer.

Just like he was fighting Strange in front of him.

Not long ago, the London Sanctum had made a huge discovery.

They had broken through the Dusk Castle, the headquarters of the fallen sorcerer!

But at the same time, several sorcerers from the London Sanctum died unexpectedly.

They did not die in the battle of Dusk Castle.

Instead, they died in an intolerable way—betrayed by their teammates!

Yes, when they were searching for space coordinates, they luckily locked onto the coordinates of Dusk Castle.

They were in high spirits and prepared to return to the London Sanctum to report on this discovery.

As a result, they discovered that the teammates next to them directly cast fatal magic.

They had no sense of defense at all against their teammates.

So, they suffered an intolerable betrayal.

And the price was death!

This was just what happened to one exploratory team.

You know, the London Sanctum had sent out more than a dozen exploration teams.

The probabilities for each squad member were random.

In this case, where most of the members of an exploration team were traitors, one of two things had to be true.

Either there was something wrong with the sorcerer who assigned the team.

Or, it was an even more terrifying possibility.

The number of traitors might be greater than imagined.

When Arnold, the guardian sorcerer of the London Sanctum, realized this, he did not report it directly to the Kamar-Taj headquarters this time.

Instead, he discussed it with Lockhart and started self-examination.

Yes, he needed to discuss it with Lockhart, not only because Lockhart's disciples were attacked and killed by the betrayers.

Also because Lockhart was now in London, it was more appropriate for him to be a law enforcer, or supervisor.

If there was any problem in the London Sanctum, Lockhart had the right to investigate and report it to Kamar-Taj.

Therefore, Arnold needed to discuss with Lockhart.

He did not want to report the large number of traitors in the London Sanctum to Kamar-Taj so early.

If a traitor appeared, he would bear the responsibility.

However, with a large number of traitors in the London Sanctum, he could not escape this responsibility. He might even lose his position as the guardian sorcerer, and even receive a more severe punishment.

After all, a sorcerer who had guarded the London Sanctum for decades had allowed so many traitors to emerge.

Did this make sense?

Even if you thought about it from the dark side, under such circumstances, a large number of people would rebel.

Was it possible...

That someone higher up had a problem?

This was Arnold's dilemma now.

So he needed to discuss it with Lockhart. No matter what, they needed to suppress the information first and solve it themselves.

Once everything was settled, it would be easy to talk about the next step.

Punishment was definitely unavoidable, but it would be much better than before.

Even exchanging merit for guilt was not impossible.

Therefore, Arnold, who originally hated the fallen sorcerer, now regarded the fallen sorcerer as his only chance to make a difference.

He had already told the Sorcerer Supreme about the huge conspiracy of the fallen sorcerer.

If they succeeded in preventing the birth of a dimensional god, he might even play a huge role in it.

It was very possible to survive this disaster safely.

This was what Arnold thought.

For Lockhart, faced with the guardian sorcerer's plea, he chose to agree after much thought.

On the one hand, the conspiracy of the fallen sorcerer had been revealed, and if the London Sanctum fell into chaos again, it would undoubtedly be more difficult to solve.

And letting Master Arnold continue to control the London Sanctum made sense. Under this situation, he would be more attentive than anyone else.

On the other hand, Lockhart also had his own thoughts.

He needed the support of the guardian sorcerer. Kaecilius, the master of the New York Sanctum, was his good friend.

Elder Byron served as the law enforcer at the Kamar-Taj headquarters and had a very good relationship with him.

If the guardian sorcerer of the London Sanctum also chose to support him, well, Lockhart would have the support of more than half of Kamar-Taj.

If they were to change to a new guardian sorcerer, it would be even more troublesome.

Lockhart promising to give Arnold the confidence, and the wizards of the Vientiane World coming to help, made Arnold even more grateful.

As a result, the London Sanctum undertook a massive self-examination.

All kinds of magical means were used in an attempt to screen out all traitors.

Soon, some traitors with obvious abnormalities were discovered.

During this time, the battle sorcerers of the temple were very tired.

Basically, they were fighting every day. Every time they found a traitor, it would be great if they could arrest them directly.

But if the other party received the message and chose to run away, then they could only pursue.

Just like Strange was doing now.

Capture the traitors and bring them back to the temple for trial!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The shield was hit with a long stick and struck quickly several times, and soon the shield was on the verge of breaking.

At the same time, the long stick turned into a rope, trying to bind the traitorous sorcerer.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The ropes broke through the air with a scream.

The traitor sorcerer opposite him expressionlessly picked up the two long knives condensed with magic power and rushed towards Strange.

Perhaps the traitor sorcerer was very experienced and successfully dodged the rope attack after several steps.

He quickly arrived in front of Strange with both blades in hand.

At this moment, Strange seemed to feel threatened.

Double blades also appeared in his hands, as if he wanted to engage in a close combat double blade fight with the opponent.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The steps were staggered, and the daggers collided rapidly, making a clanging sound.

At first glance, the figures of the two people were constantly intersecting like phantoms, and they seemed to be engaged in a fierce battle.

However, something unknown was that a subtle voice sounded amidst the clanging of the short blades.

"My identity has been exposed, and it's up to you, Strange."

"My friend, may you break free from the shackles of the gods and become a free man!"

Chapter 609

London Sanctum!

Buzz!

A red flame-colored portal opened, and three figures walked out of it.

Among them, the person walking in front had his hands tied and the hanging ring in his hand taken away. He was obviously imprisoned.

The two people behind him had obvious signs of fighting on their bodies. They couldn't be said to be disgraced, but there were more or less holes or signs of burning on their clothes.

As for the dust, there was a lot of it.

The two of them pressed down on the traitor, their expressions seeming a little sour.

The reason was also very simple. This time they went out to capture two traitors. One of them was successfully captured, but the other one escaped directly.

Snort!

"Genius, genius, if you really are a genius, you wouldn't let the opponent escape so easily."

The middle-aged sorcerer who suppressed the traitor glanced at Stephen Strange beside him, snorted in his heart, and complained silently.

It could be said that he hated traitors deeply.

Not only because a traitor had attacked and killed his friend not long ago, but also because he had been stabbed deeply in the back by traitors.

Damn it, he was convinced, how could these traitors hide so well?

It was bad enough that he had trusted them so much.

He had even entrusted his own resources to them in exchange for potions.

When he thought of this, the middle-aged sorcerer Tobi, who had been reduced to a pauper, felt furious in his heart and wished he could just throw this traitor away.

"Master Lake, this is the traitor we caught," Tobi said with a slightly stiff tone.

Well, the anger inside didn't go away.

"Is there only one?" Master Lake, who was sitting at the table opposite, raised his head, took a look, and muttered: "It seems that these traitors are getting more and more cunning."

Strange's expression on the side was a little subtle, but he didn't say anything.

Well, when he was fighting against the traitor, he had held back slightly, allowing the other party to take the opportunity to run away.

"Master Strange, Master Tobi, thank you for your contributions to the London Sanctum."

"Leave it to us, we won't make it easy for these traitors."

Master Lake said righteously, and Strange on the opposite side nodded silently.

Master Tobi, who was suppressing the traitor, stepped forward directly.

The traitor was suppressed and handed over to Master Lake.

"Come on, Strange, I'll buy you a drink and we can relax."

Tobi extended his invitation. Although the genius in front of him had held back a little in today's battle, Tobi also knew that the guy in front of him had only studied magic for less than a year, and he could already compete with senior battle sorcerers.

Genius enough.

"Well, okay, Master Tobi." Facing Tobi's invitation, Strange's eyes flickered and he silently agreed.

Now that the atmosphere was so tense, he felt it was better to be social.

The London Sanctum's inspections were so strict that almost everyone, including him, was inspected no less than two or three times.

"Let's go!" Tobi waved the hanging ring and opened a portal for them. On the other side of the portal was a bar.

Alas, the pain of poverty was truly indescribable.

He could only drown his sorrows with wine.

Strange followed Tobi into the bar and watched as Tobi expertly ordered a few drinks.

He sat silently aside and observed the surrounding environment.

These fallen sorcerers, he thought. They were really too sloppy.

He had only been involved for less than three or four days, but they were already discovered by the London Sanctum.

And so many had been exposed.

If he hadn't joined late and hadn't made any suspicious moves, he was afraid his involvement would have been inevitable.

Strange felt a little sad about this.

But thinking about the secret methods provided by these fallen sorcerers, his heart felt a little eager.

They claimed that Vishanti was no different from a common tool.

They all made a living by devouring the souls of believers.

And the secret method they provided was one that blinded Vishanti's gaze and cut off the connection between the two parties.

It achieved an effect that allowed them to steal the magic power of Vishanti without being discovered or used.

He had to admit, it was very tempting.

After all, Kamar-Taj's sorcerer battle loss rate was very high.

If it weren't for the initial contract signed and the inability to betray Vishanti, many sorcerers would have likely left Kamar-Taj long ago.

After all, there was only one life, and no matter how much you talked about such things as faith and mission, you were still fragile when facing the danger of death.

Just like the traitors in the London Sanctum now, almost half of the people had chosen to betray.

"Strange, what kind of benefits can those traitors get? It's not like they don't know the dangers of evil gods."

After taking a few gulps of wine, Tobi complained.

"So many people choose to betray."

Strange was speechless after hearing this. He couldn't very well tell the other party that Vishanti was like an evil god, and that traitors could have the opportunity to become gods themselves.

If he really told him that, he was afraid he would have to live in a prison cell.

There was no reply, and Strange just took a sip of his own wine: "Don't think so much, there may be another mission tomorrow."

After Tobi heard it, he muttered something and continued to drink.

Borrowing wine to soothe your sorrows will only make you even more miserable.

The pain of poverty, he hoped, could be less painful.

London Sanctum, underground cells.

Even with the help of magic, the underground cell was still dark, and there were some blood stains from whips on the walls.

Perhaps it was to intimidate the prisoners.

After all, fear was the most important tool to break through the psychological defenses of prisoners.

The more cruel and dark it was, the more frightened the prisoners would be.

Only in this way could they reveal what the interrogating sorcerer wanted to know.

Every sorcerer who entered the underground cell was basically extremely ruthless.

It was rare for prisoners to get out safely.

But this time, Arnold, the guardian sorcerer of the London Sanctum, had explicitly requested that every traitor be brought here for interrogation.

One could imagine the anger in his heart.

At this moment, the traitor Laurent, brought back by Master Tobi, was tied to the iron frame against the wall.

He looked around in panic at the dark, bloody cell, seeming to be very frightened.

Directly opposite him, several interrogating sorcerers stared coldly at the traitor in front of them.

"Master Laurent, tell me, when did you choose to betray?"

The interrogating sorcerer asked calmly, without any inflection in his tone.

The traitor looked at the other party with a hint of fear, and opened his mouth, as if he was about to say something, but remained silent.

To be honest, if you were already a traitor, how could you be strong-willed?

If it weren't for the contract, he would have said everything he could to fight for his life.

Unfortunately, when he obtained the secret technique, he had also signed a contract.

The contract did not force him to obtain much information or do anything specific.

However, there were many clauses detailing the punishment for betrayal.

To put it bluntly, if he opened his mouth and prepared to leak information, he would probably lose his mind.

Chapter 610

In a dark underground cell.

The traitor sorcerer opened his mouth to say something, but finally chose to keep silent.

The interrogating sorcerer opposite had an expressionless face, as if he already knew the reason.

This group of sorcerers who seduced others into corruption must be said to be truly geniuses.

It's normal to just sign a contract after recruiting someone.

But the other party's choice of contract was completely one that did not allow information to be leaked. Other than that, there were not many requirements.

Yes, the sorcerer was not forced to obtain certain information or do certain things.

It seemed to be a pure secret-keeping contract.

According to the contract, these traitors had the right to accept or reject the tasks required by the other party.

Nothing forced at all.

What were the consequences of this?

Many sorcerers had no defensive mentality at all, and even thought that such a contract was very good.

They would not leak secrets for no reason, and they could choose what they wanted to do.

So freeing!

This led to the proliferation of traitors and the leakage of a lot of information.

It had to be said that the fallen sorcerer who chose to recruit traitors in this way was a smart man.

It was like an addiction. In the beginning, if you leaked small information or did some small things, you could get rich rewards.

And then deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper.

The handle was all in the hands of the fallen sorcerer, so the traitor had to do things that violated their principles and leak secrets.

Seeing this situation, the interrogating sorcerer's face softened and his tone became gentler.

"Master Laurent, I know that you didn't deliberately want to betray the London Sanctum."

"You were forced, right?"

Interrogator Martin said with concern.

"Yes, yes..." Laurent, the betrayer, seemed to feel the hope of survival and nodded frantically.

"We know very well that your situation is the fault of those damn fallen sorcerers," Martin said seriously, using words that even made him feel disgusted.

"If it weren't for their temptation, how could a good temple sorcerer choose to betray?"

"You are just a victim, Master Laurent."

"Yes, yes..." Laurent nodded quickly, as if to confirm that he didn't betray them on purpose.

"You were just greedy for a moment, Laurent," Martin continued seductively. "The source is those fallen sorcerers."

"You were just forced to do something, and you didn't mean it, right?"

"Master Laurent!"

"Yes, yes, I didn't mean to."

"I was forced, I was forced."

The traitor Laurent shouted loudly, as if the louder his voice, the better chance he had of surviving.

"I know, I know," Judge Martin seemed to agree very much. "The London Sanctum's goal is to focus on the group of fallen sorcerers, not you."

After hearing this, Laurent looked at Martin with hopeful eyes.

"Master Laurent, as long as you cooperate with us, I believe there is still hope of getting out in the future," Martin comforted.

"Can you tell me now, when did you come into contact with those fallen sorcerers?"

"I, I, I..." Laurent opened his mouth to say something.

But he seemed to sense some kind of danger. He just uttered a single word and then stopped talking.

There was despair in his eyes.

After Martin saw it, he immediately said: "It's a signed contract, right?"

"You don't have to answer yes or no, just blink your eyes."

Hearing this, Laurent blinked quickly, with a hint of surprise and joy in his eyes.

"Okay, I know your situation." As if he sensed that most of Laurent's psychological defenses were now open, there was a hint of joy in Martin's tone.

"Next, just cooperate with me."

"Same as before, just blink if it's right."

"If you feel the contract is restricting you, just close your eyes."

"Mr. Laurent, as long as you cooperate with me, I will intercede with the guardian sorcerer Arnold for you."

"You don't want to be locked up in such a dark cell room forever."

The more he spoke, the more tempting Martin's tone became.

It seemed to show Laurent new possibilities for the future.

After Laurent heard this, he was a little silent, but maybe Martin's previous attitude had reassured him, so he finally nodded heavily.

Martin immediately said: "Come on, let's start with a simple question first."

"When did you come into contact with the sorcerer who seduced you?"

"If it was in the last two or three months, blink your eyes once."

"If it was a longer period of time, blink twice."

After Laurent heard this, he blinked once, very cooperatively.

And Martin continued to ask: "Do you know if there are any other sorcerers who were seduced into becoming traitors like you?"

"Are there any fallen sorcerers among them?"

Laurent blinked in affirmation.

A hint of joy appeared on Martin's face, and he continued to ask: "Do you know their specific names? Who are they?"

This time, Laurent sensed some threat and closed his eyes.

Martin's expression did not change at all.

As he waved the hanging ring, red flame-colored light spots appeared in mid-air and gradually formed into pictures, while Martin continued.

"Okay, Laurent, you can open your eyes again."

After Laurent heard this, he opened his eyes. In an instant, dozens of sorcerer portraits appeared in front of him.

All were sorcerers of the London Sanctum.

At the same time, Martin's voice sounded faintly in his ears.

"Master Laurent, are the traitors you know among these?"

"If they are here, blink your eyes."

In an instant, Laurent closed his eyes.

Martin's tone fluctuated slightly, the hanging ring shook slightly, and the portraits above instantly shrank to just three.

Martin's voice sounded again.

"Come on, Laurent, you can open your eyes again."

"Look, are there any traitors you know here?"

This time, after Laurent opened his eyes, he didn't close them or blink.

When Martin saw this, he understood instantly, so he waved the hanging ring and replaced them with three different sorcerer portraits.

The same question came to mind again.

Laurent still didn't close his eyes or blink.

Martin changed to three more portraits.

"Laurent, come and see, do you know any traitors here who were seduced?"

Laurent stared at the three heads in front of him.

Then...

BOOM!

In an instant, as if affected by some unknown force, Laurent's head exploded.

Red blood and white brain matter covered the walls.

In front of Martin, a transparent energy shield quietly appeared.

It seemed that he had known that such a result would happen.

He spoke coldly to the sorcerer beside him.

"Arrest all three sorcerers shown above."

"Interrogate them one by one."

Yes, the fallen sorcerer's contract was strict.

The slightest breach would result in the punishment of the contract.

However, as long as the means were appropriate, the punishment of the contract could be used as a means of identification.

Martin had sacrificed many traitor sorcerers and summed up the experience.

He contributed greatly to the capture of traitors in the London Sanctum.

Catch one after another, follow the clues, and none of the traitors could escape.

It was just a matter of time.

Suddenly, Master Martin seemed to have thought of something and spoke again.

"By the way, help me make an appointment with Tobi and Master Strange who captured this sorcerer today."

"I need to know how that lucky traitor managed to escape capture."