In the soundproof room, it seemed as if the entire sound wave of the pool of wine had been neutralized.
Compared to the decadent desires and hormonal environment outside, the atmosphere inside the box with the four Old Dengs was terrifyingly quiet.
Indeed, there were four Old Dengs; even the youngest, Howard, was in his forties. He poured drinks for everyone and began his story.
"After the Salem tragedy, Blington began integrating the entire Mystical Community. Through the 'Magic' he mastered, he claimed that as long as you joined them, you would contribute your 'Magic' for free."
"Hiss..." Austin drew in a sharp breath.
He knew what kind of temptation the information about Magic was to other Mystic Scholars. No wonder the entire Mystical Community had fallen.
There was no other way. For the Mystic Scholars who were like scratching an itch through a boot, Magic was everything.
"But why didn't you go?" Austin asked.
