55: Chapter 55 A City in Turmoil

In the days that followed, although the Wizard Settlement remained as calm as usual.

However, as Dylan and the others frequently entered and exited Byron's residence, the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

Every Wizard Apprentice still in the settlement could sense the turbulent undercurrents beneath the calm.

Seeing this, these apprentices, regardless of whether they had business to attend to or had earned enough points, began to hide in their homes, afraid to wander the streets lest they be caught in the crossfire.

In this eerie atmosphere, one night, the president of the Fallen Sun Council snuck into Byron's residence all by himself.

And when he emerged, he was no longer alone; there were two of them.

Seeing this change, the members of various organizations staked out near Byron's residence to monitor him were visibly shocked and immediately reported the news.

The various organizations that received the news reacted in different ways.

Some chose to wait and see, while others chose to set off immediately and follow Dylan.

However, only a small fraction followed Dylan; the majority believed that Dylan was merely bluffing and that the main event was yet to come.

In a dark basement within the Wizard Settlement, a youth with a gloomy face and an aura of darkness listened to the report and snorted with disdain.

"How foolish. If Dylan wanted to sneak Byron away, he could easily have used more covert methods. This is clearly a fishing expedition!"

"Are the people who chose to believe this pigs? Did they really fall for it so easily?!"

"But that's fine. With some people gone, there will be fewer people to split the benefits with us."

In the basement, the others from the Hand of Shadows nodded in agreement upon hearing the youth speak.

Meanwhile, within the Blood Sail Alliance, a few apprentices standing at the top of the Alliance who were in charge also received the news.

One of the youths with a sinister expression chuckled after reading it.

"It seems Dylan is truly out of options, resorting to such tricks."

Another youth with a face like a round disk nodded with a smile.

"Indeed. I imagine it won't be long before Dylan's true intentions are revealed."

"We just need to wait quietly."

"..."

While the various organizations were waiting quietly, a new development occurred at Byron's residence.

Loris, with her red hair, walked openly into Byron's residence, brought out a person shrouded in a black robe, and headed out of the settlement.

However, the direction Loris took was completely opposite to the one Dylan had taken.

Seeing this, the guards, just like before, hurriedly reported the news.

At this point, some other organizations could no longer sit still; they gathered their members and followed behind Loris, leaving the Wizard Settlement together.

In the Hand of Shadows basement, the gloomy youth became somewhat hesitant upon receiving this news, no longer as resolute as before.

"Using the same Move twice—this doesn't seem like your style, Dylan. Which one is real, and which one is fake..."

"Or are both fake, and the real one is still inside the residence?"

This time, the others did not all echo the gloomy youth as they had before; a small minority raised objections.

"Leader, we must decide quickly. If Byron is truly involved in either of these two operations, the situation will be dire!"

"Leader, why don't we split some of our men to watch them separately?"

"Leader, I feel that the time Dylan went personally is the real one. Keeping Byron in his own hands is the only way to be sure, and Dylan has the capability to do so!"

"..."

Hearing the discussion in the basement, the gloomy youth frowned tightly and waved his hand to cut them off.

"Enough. I have my own judgment; say no more!"

"And look at the suggestions you're making!"

"Split our forces? After splitting our forces, are you sure we'll have enough manpower to deal with the Fallen Sun Council?!"

"And you, saying Dylan's time was the real one? Do you know Dylan, or are you Dylan yourself, to be talking such nonsense?!"

Listening to the gloomy youth's snort, everyone in the basement shut their mouths again and said nothing more.

Meanwhile, in an extremely luxurious hall on the other side, within the Blood Pact Alliance's base, a green-haired woman holding a multi-colored cat also received the same news.

Glancing casually at the information, she sneered: "Boring. I want to see what kind of tricks you will pull, Dylan, to spirit someone away right under our noses."

After saying this, the green-haired woman suddenly remembered something. She gently stroked the tortoiseshell cat in her arms, a look of interest appearing on her face, and turned to look at the two men below her.

"Andrei, Klevin, Byron was brought back to the academy by you two, so you should know more about him. Tell me your thoughts."

Andrei and Klevin looked at each other, both noticing the disbelief in the other's eyes.

They never expected that someone who was just an ordinary person a year ago, and not even a key subject of their attention, could now stir up such a storm.

No matter how many doubts they had, when faced with the green-haired woman's inquiry, the two could not refuse to answer and had to bite the bullet and share some intelligence they knew.

It was all information they had picked up while keeping an eye on Eliza.

Well, it wasn't all nonsense, but it was completely useless.

After listening, the green-haired woman looked bored, waved her hand, but didn't say much else, nor did she reprimand the two.

At this moment, the Blood Sail Alliance's base was already deserted.

The few people who had been chatting and laughing in the room earlier could no longer sit still after hearing that Loris had used the same tactic.

They hurriedly gathered the Alliance members and rushed in the direction Loris had left.

Some time later, Ivan, shrouded in a wizard's robe, repeated the actions of Dylan and Loris under the cover of night.

Taking someone away from Byron's residence.

Seeing this, let alone the leaders in charge of the organizations, even the members who were tailing them were at a loss.

"What should we do? Should we report this situation?"

"Will we be reprimanded if we report this?"

"Forget it. The situation on the ground is just as it is. We aren't lying, so why not report it?!"

"Report it. Even if something goes wrong later, it won't be our fault. If we don't report it, we'll have to bear the blame."

"Alright, let's report it then."

"..."

Such conversations were repeated among the people tailing from various organizations.

The various organizations that received the reports were also at a loss.

Using the same Move three times in a row—did they really have no creativity?

At this point, most organizations could no longer sit still. Some chased after the direction Dylan had left, some towards Loris's direction, and others chose the direction Ivan had taken.

Since they couldn't spot any errors, it was just a matter of who was lucky.

However, if someone really happened to hit the right one, it was hard to say whether it was good luck or bad luck.

Don't forget, Dylan is the president of the Fallen Sun Council and a Limit Wizard Apprentice preparing to become an Official Wizard.

If some small fry ran into him, they would surely end up battered and bruised.

But there were still some stubborn ones who didn't believe that Byron had left with any of those three, firmly convinced that Byron was still inside the residence and that everything was just a trick played by Dylan.

The representative of this group was the Hand of Shadows.