The atmosphere of the mansion, previously gloomy, was now ominous. Death seemed to haunt the mansion, a murderer had become obsessed with the servants, what was worse, they investigated the connection between the victims and the only thing they had in common was that they all worked in the same mansion. However, investigators concluded that the murderer must have been another servant of the mansion, and that same servant could be related to the attempted kidnapping of the duke's two sons.
Evans half laughed, as he realized that the investigator the imperial family sent was neither a rookie nor a fool.
"If I kill this investigator; everyone will agree with his hypothesis; and they will investigate the attempted kidnapping case, and that would be frustrating for the Duchess; but it's easier said than done; this detective is surely a warrior or a mage with an intermediate level of power."
In the Razven empire; The general levels of power were classified as follows:
Low Level: magicians between the first and third circles; warriors between the first and third rank.
Medium Level: Wizards between the fourth and sixth circle; warriors between the fourth and sixth rank.
High Level: magicians between the seventh and ninth circle; warriors between the seventh and ninth rank.
Although it was already strange to meet a magician in the eighth circle or a warrior in the eighth rank; the ninth circle and the ninth rank were almost unheard of.
A few days later. Sunset. Duchess's study.
The Duchess's study was a rather elegant place, without exaggeration, about two paintings, about three sculptures, a shelf with a few dozen books and the fine Limgic wooden desk.
Limgic wood was obtained from a high-quality tree that was found only in a forest with a high concentration of mana or spiritual energy, so having any furniture or object made with this type of wood was a status symbol.
A white-skinned servant with straight, shiny black hair and black lipstick handed the duchess a letter.
-So Mr. Harold concluded that little Evans must have someone protecting him and sent you to investigate. Is that so Miss Rian?
-It is just as you deduced, honorable duchess. -Rian responded with a respectful tone.
-What will the White Sun Organization do if it determines that there is someone protecting my stepson? -The Duchess asked, staring at Rian.
-You don't have to worry, duchess; if that is the case; Mr. Harold will be in charge of completing the order himself.
A month later.
Evans was in his room, he was absorbing the properties of the low-level mana elixir. Next to him there were already more than 14 empty vials, although he also absorbed mana from the environment, it was more efficient to use the vials to speed up the process; Evans maintained his concentration to create a solid mana circle that would allow him to contain more mana than usual, that was possible, but it required time, patience, and mental strength to resist the pain caused by creating a solid mana circle.
In the end Evans achieved his goal, two weeks later. He immediately formulated low-level enhancing magic to strengthen his physique; With his knowledge he could use intermediate and advanced magic, but his mana would be exhausted in seconds and that was not his goal.
Evans got into the bathtub and while the water covered his young but defined body; He entered a state of meditation, used the enhancing magic to increase the circulation of his own energy, and faced the fourth rank warrior again; dodge, dodge, dodge; Evans dodged and then attacked with a crackling fireball that hit his rival; dodge, dodge...
Cut! Blood!
In the end he was able to hold out for about thirty seconds.
"I think that if I carry some mana elixirs, and use a mid-level enhancing spell, I can escape from a fourth rank warrior."
A few days after Evans created his mana circle, he returned to training. While training, Evans had already noticed that the Duchess's new servant was watching him, and on top of that, she was a magician in the fourth circle.
"He must be investigating if someone is protecting me; it is logical, no one would believe that an unknown child defeated a group of mercenaries."
In the end Evans did not let his guard down but decided to continue training.
Running, doing push-ups, sit-ups, stretching to improve elasticity and agility, some weights, were some of Evans' routine exercises.
After training, he would go to his room to eat and usually wouldn't come out for the rest of the day. That was what Rian was able to record and report to his assassin organization called "The White Sun".
In his room, Evans had prepared five elixirs with his concentrated energy for any unforeseen event.
"I only need six months; it's less than I thought, and I will be able to use one percent of my power stably, with the help of the empowering magic ."
Evans had worked hard without rest, as he had to overcome the initial barrier that was his weak body; then he had to strengthen it; Now he was at the starting point where the so-called geniuses begin to advance.
Evans walked to his desk, sat down and began to write a letter, since next to the letter he was writing was the letter that Princess Amelia had sent him.
"Sooner or later, the Duchess will lose her patience; I must not let my guard down."
Days and weeks passed.
Midnight. Evans room.
A dark shadow entered the middle of that dark room.