Wizard: Max level talent, starting from zero-ring trick.

Chapter 34 Vivian: I'm here to take people!

"name?"

"Ian Green".

"Tell me what happened."

"I was attacked on my way home today, and I killed him in self-defense."

Inside a stone house, there was only one table. Ian sat on one side of the table, and several interrogators dressed in black wizard robes sat on the other side.

At this moment, the men looked at Ian with sharp eyes, their gazes filled with suspicion.

"Did you know he was a second-class apprentice?"

"The lead interrogator asked."

"I don't know, but I'm definitely no match for them."

Ian sat in the chair, enduring the pain in his mind and body.

The former was due to an excessive burst of witchcraft, while the latter was because the arm was still broken.

The patrol team brought him here without treating his wounds.

"So how did you kill him?"

The interrogator suddenly stood up, his gaze sharp.

"Lord Mickey once gave me a magical feather, and I killed him when he wasn't looking."

Ian pursed his lips.

He attributed everything to the witchcraft feathers, and the evidence at the scene supported this.

"Lord Mickey?" The interrogator's brows furrowed instantly.

"You mean that Mickey Mouse who's notorious for his greed? You're lucky he doesn't ask you for anything, let alone give you witchcraft items for free?"

"You can verify this, sir!" Ian said, his eyes lowered.

The interrogator was very dissatisfied at this point.

The wizard before them was definitely hiding something.

And it's obvious that Ian's arm was broken, so how could he use the magic feather?

And even if it's an injured second-class wizard, his combat experience is far superior to Ian's, so how could he be so easily hit in a vital spot?

"He underestimated his opponent and got too close."

Ian remained relatively calm at this point.

More important than how to kill enemies is that his instant-cast sorcery must not be revealed, otherwise it would have even more serious consequences.

"Tell me, who is the deceased?" the interrogator suddenly changed the subject.

Ian was taken aback: "I don't know."

"His name is Ross, a second-class wizard who has just returned from the front lines."

The interrogator paused, deliberately slowing his speech, "He has a younger brother named Harman—you should know him, right?"

"I know. He seems to want to join the Potions Club as well, but there are limited spots. He seems to be fourth. We've never gotten along, and that might be related."

Ian's pupils contracted.

In an instant, all the questions were answered.

The interrogator nodded, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table.

"That motive makes sense, but there are still some doubts. Ross didn't kill you directly; instead, he broke your arm first. What exactly happened during that time?"

Ian remained silent and did not respond.

The interrogator stared at him for a moment, then suddenly shouted toward the door:

"Bring in Harman, who's been listening in."

A wooden door opened on one side of the stone wall, revealing another space inside.

Two black-robed wizards escorted in a young man, who was none other than Harman.

His hands were bound with ropes and his hair was disheveled, but when he saw Ian, his eyes were filled with disbelief.

He never imagined things would turn out this way.

Ross ambushed Ian, but in the end, it was Ross who died.

But the shock lasted only a moment; Harman immediately struggled to his feet and shouted at the interrogator:

"My lord! He's lying! That lowly Ian Green must have used some evil magic to assassinate my brother! He's just a piece of trash with a fifth-class talent. How could he possibly kill a second-class apprentice with a tattered feather?"

"My brother must have discovered his secret, that's why he killed him to cover it up! He probably broke his own arm to play the victim!"

The interrogator said nothing.

I fell into thought.

"Sir, this person's resume also seems a bit off."

The wizard on one side handed Ian's information to him at the same time.

"A fifth-tier talent. During the three months of preparing for the wizard apprenticeship stage, he condensed mental energy runes, comparable to a third-tier talent. Then, during the advanced learning stage, he was first in almost everything except meditation courses, and even got fifth place in the final test." The interrogator's eyes gradually widened.

This rate of progress?

Isn't that a bit outrageous?

How could a fifth-rank wizard possibly achieve this level of talent?

The interrogators exchanged glances, all understanding each other's thoughts.

There's definitely a secret about this person.

And it may be extraordinary.

Harman's accusations sounded like madness, but Ian's words also contained loopholes.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his tone as cold as icy rain.

"Ian Green, you should say everything you haven't said yet."

The atmosphere in the interrogation room froze instantly.

Ian also felt some difficulty breathing.

There were professional interrogators in front of him; how could he possibly get away with it so easily?

But his secret is absolutely not to be revealed.

Otherwise, the trouble will be even greater.

Both sides were locked in a stalemate for a time.

The interrogator had just gotten ready.

boom!

The door burst open.

A beautiful figure emerged from it.

The black, silver-patterned wizard's robe had a slit on one side, revealing his long legs, and he was wearing a pair of black boots.

His short, neat black hair made his face, framed by black-rimmed glasses, appear even more refined.

Da da da!

The sound of boots hitting the ground felt like an invisible pressure entering the room.

The interrogators quickly stood up.

His gaze turned serious.

"The Wizard Vivian!"

Ian also looked up and saw Vivian, the wizard he had met once before, who was the vice minister of the Potions Department.

Victor was standing behind him at this moment.

"Vice Minister Vivian."

The interrogator had naturally seen this renowned apothecary.

"Ian Green is from our Potions Department. I'm here to propose him."

Vivian's calm tone left no room for argument.

"Sir, this is against the rules."

The interrogator quickly realized that Ian had clearly been accepted into the Potions Department.

But they haven't gotten what they want yet.

"The evidence is conclusive; what need is there for an interrogation?"

"I'm taking him away. If there are any problems, have your minister come to the Potions Department to find me. You're not qualified."

Vivian's sharp gaze fell upon Ian, who was standing not far away.

His tone was calm but undeniably authoritative.

"Come with me."

Ian quickly stood up, bypassed several interrogators, and followed behind Vivian.

Although he didn't quite understand why Vivian had come to his rescue, if the interrogation continued, his secret would be exposed.

"Also, send everything from the wizard who attacked me to the Potions Department."

Before leaving, Weiwei An turned around and said again.

The interrogators watched as the group left.

"Sir, are we just going to let them take the person away like this?" a wizard asked the head interrogator, unwilling to give up.

"Hmph, do you think I want to?"

The lead interrogator, his face also ashen, continued:

"That's the Potions Department, one of the most important departments in the academy. Our minister has been begging them to help him concoct potions lately!"

"Where is that thing?" another asked, unwilling to give up.

In the past, almost nothing that went into their department was ever returned.

"Send it over there; after all, it's the Potions Department!"

The lead interrogator sighed.

We can't afford to mess with them!

Several interrogators felt a tightness in their chests.