Carmela gazed stupidly as Zhong Shenxiu traded with Macy.
At the moment the transaction was complete, he suddenly struck.
"This person... has he gone mad? If he had already decided to rob, why would he hand over the scroll? No... Mad Mages are a bunch of lunatics beyond reasoning, after all!"
Thinking this, she suddenly felt even more pitiable for having fallen into the hands of a lunatic.
Carmela hugged herself weakly, cowering in a corner of the warehouse.
Macy subconsciously threw out the grimoire and immediately caught the ancient sheepskin scroll, the aura emanating from it confirming its authenticity.
The actions of the person opposite him were equally bewildering.
But at that time, protecting oneself could never be wrong.
His black robe fluttered without wind, like a thick shield guarding behind him, clearly a magical item.
However, after Zhong Shenxiu finished chanting the spell, nothing happened.
