I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

Upon hearing Cyb Louis's words, Kuhaus Tam's expression shifted slightly, and he quickly said, "You don't need to worry. I am sure I can earn Elvis's trust. Besides, I have my own subordinates. Even if he has doubts in his heart, he wouldn't dare act against me!"

At present, Kuhaus Tam's only role concerning Dean Bruce and the others was to act as an undercover agent within Elvis's ranks. If he failed to gain trust, he might not even make it out of here alive!

Cyb Louis scrutinized Kuhaus Tam for a moment and replied softly, "Don't try any tricks. I'm within the organization and will be keeping a close watch on you at all times!"

Kuhaus Tam felt a pang of bitterness but had no way to refuse; he could only respond with an awkward smile.

Looking around, Dean Bruce asked, "Are there any other people in the hall?"

"None," Cyb Louis replied calmly. "Aside from Kuhaus, I've taken care of all the others."

Clearly, Cyb Louis's calm demeanor was feigned; he had directly slaughtered all the members of the Law Enforcement Department present in the hall, indicating the intensity of his rage!

Shaking his head, Dean Bruce wasn't concerned about the fate of those people. He said indifferently, "Since they're all dead, let's leave."

"Wait a minute!" Kuhaus Tam interjected. "This hall has many traps and magical devices that can record everything happening here! We should work together to destroy this place first; otherwise, Elvis will see everything that transpired."

Dean Bruce was not surprised by this method, as the Magic Guild also had similar capabilities. He turned his gaze towards Cyb Louis. Dean Bruce's magic primarily focused on defense and counterattacks; he only had a few offensive spells, and those were effective against living beings. Destroying an entire building would be quite challenging. If he were to make a move, there was a high chance he would expose his true strength!

Fortunately, Cyb Louis did not disappoint Dean Bruce. The earlier killings had not quelled all his anger; at this moment, he was eager to vent the remaining fury and said calmly, "You all leave first. I'll handle the destruction here."

After a brief pause, Cyb Louis added, "Remember to call me when you discuss things. If there's no place to meet, feel free to come to my house; it's very safe there, and no one can investigate my home within Saint Laurent City!"

Nodding in acknowledgment, Dean Bruce left with satisfaction, not even glancing at Kuhaus Tam.

For Dean Bruce, his goal was to win over Cyb Louis. Not only had he achieved his objective, but he had also unexpectedly forged an alliance with Kuhaus Tam through the Magical Faith Badge, bringing another powerful ally into the fold for the upcoming conflict. This was a pleasant surprise.

As for the possibility of Kuhaus Tam turning against him? With the Magical Faith Badge in place, if he dared to betray them, he would face immediate death!

Since meeting Fedler Tiramifdin, Dean Bruce had come to a clear understanding of the existence of deities; they simply had limitations when it came to descending into the mortal realm. The Magical Faith Badge he had signed held no such restrictions for them!

As he exited the grand hall, Dean Bruce did not linger and made his way straight to Saint Laurent City.

Before reaching the city, he felt an invisible wave of energy surge from behind him. Turning around, he saw flames shooting into the sky, spreading out in all directions.

"What a pity. Those people were all killed by Cyb; there's no loot to claim," he sighed, shaking off the thought as he continued toward Saint Laurent City.

When Dean Bruce arrived at his residence, the night was already deep. Aside from the magical fluctuations emanating from Nemesis Bruce's courtyard, the entire estate was eerily quiet.

The two guards at the gate were yawning, leaning against the door, nearly dozing off. It wasn't until Dean Bruce's footsteps echoed that they jolted awake and greeted him respectfully.

With a slight nod, Dean Bruce maintained a calm exterior, but internally he felt displeased. Their vigilance was too poor! It seemed he would need to hire a few more powerful servants to keep watch over the place.

As he stepped through the door, Hakenny immediately approached him, whispering, "Master, the food is still warm; would you like to have a meal?"

Dean Bruce didn't refuse. He removed his magical robe and tossed it to the maids on either side before following Hakenny to the dining hall.

On the dining table, the food was neatly arranged. However, Dean Bruce didn't pay much attention to it. Having just come from a battle—though not particularly fierce—he had expended a significant amount of magical energy and needed to eat to replenish it and strengthen his body.

Nemesis Bruce and Lucy Michelle were not present, so Dean Bruce didn't worry about appearances and dug into his meal heartily.

Buzz—

While he was eating, Dean Bruce suddenly lifted his head, pausing his chewing; there was a magical fluctuation nearby!

Bang!

A crisp sound rang out, causing all the maids, including Hakenny, to sway before collapsing onto the floor or onto tables and chairs.

Under the moonlight, figures shimmering with white and purple light appeared, swaying as they walked into the hall, approaching Dean Bruce.

"Dean, it seems you're living quite well. Would you mind sharing dinner with me?"

The melodious voice made it clear who had arrived—Alita Miller!

He didn't refuse Alita Miller's request, as she had always provided him with accurate information, and they were still in a cooperative relationship; he had to give her some face.

Alita Miller smiled, "It looks like things went smoothly?"

"Yes." Dean Bruce nodded slightly and replied, "Cyb Louis has confirmed everything and agreed to cooperate with us."

"However, let's be clear from the start: I will only handle the combat. How to set up traps and ambushes, and how to ensnare Elvis—that's your responsibility, not mine."

Upon hearing this, Alita Miller didn't seem to mind. She chuckled, "Of course. Since we agreed on cooperation, there must be clear divisions of labor!"

"You are our top combat force. As long as you can withstand Elvis's magical attacks during the major battle, the rest will naturally be handled by us."

Dean Bruce nodded, saying nothing more, and resumed eating voraciously.

Seeing this scene, Alita Miller didn't engage in any unnecessary chatter; she simply smiled and observed Dean Bruce.

Once the food had been consumed, Dean Bruce picked up a napkin from the table to wipe the corners of his mouth and then spoke again. "We need to move with the plan as quickly as possible. I may need to return to Notting City sometime soon."

"You're going back to Notting City?" Alita Miller raised an eyebrow, immediately breaking into a smile as she teased, "Have you found a way to access the other two Relics?"

"Dean, let's continue our collaboration, shall we?"

Having been turned down by Dean Bruce before, Alita Miller understood his mindset. Before he could refuse again, she eagerly added, "I want to work with you on a personal level, as long as I can have access to the books or any extra treasures inside!"

"When we're in the Relics, I will follow your lead completely; there will be no ulterior motives or disobedience. What do you think?"

As she spoke, Alita Miller even licked her lips with her tongue, appearing quite seductive.

However, Dean Bruce had seen too many alluring tactics to be swayed by such antics.

"If you want to work with me, you need to have an irreplaceable role," Dean Bruce didn't outright refuse. Instead, he shifted the topic, "When does the official class start?"

There was no way around it; since Dean Bruce was currently in a cooperative relationship with Alita Miller, a direct rejection would come off poorly.

"The class starts tomorrow," Alita Miller said, her gaze filled with longing as she stared at Dean Bruce. "You're the primary instructor, so you must be there for the first lesson."

"Alright, I understand. Do you have anything else?" Dean Bruce looked up, calmly scrutinizing Alita Miller.

In this context, anyone could see that he was hinting at wanting to end the conversation. With a resigned sigh, Alita Miller gazed at Dean Bruce for a few moments longer before finally standing to take her leave.

"Wait a moment." Just as Alita Miller was about to exit, Dean Bruce suddenly spoke up, "If you come back, anyone who dares to harm me will not be spared."

Alita Miller's mouth twitched slightly; even though she felt displeased, her lack of strength left her with no choice but to agree.

Dean Bruce was not particularly worried about the safety of Hakenny and the others; rather, those servants represented his reputation. How could he allow them to simply collapse?

After seeing Alita Miller off, Dean Bruce concluded his dinner. He waved his right hand lightly, and a faint magical glow shimmered, akin to a gentle spring breeze, awakening Hakenny and the others.

"Master!" Hakenny and the others, being the lowest-tier servants with minimal strength, were completely unaware that they had been put to sleep by magic. In a panic, they knelt down, hesitant to speak.

Before they could say anything, Dean Bruce stood up to leave, saying coolly, "Clean up and head back to rest."

Tomorrow he would be teaching students at the Advanced Magic Academy, and Dean Bruce felt quite anxious, unsure of what magic to teach them. Naturally, he didn't pay much attention to Hakenny and the others; he was merely considering purchasing some stronger servants.