Looking at the intelligence prompt, Lear's eyes narrowed slightly.

Another curse?!

His gaze fell on the girl whose temperament seemed as fragile as glass; there was a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

The last descendant of the Changge Clan is about to die.

The entire clan will become extinct, and everything now will turn into nothingness.

No wonder such high-intensity guards were arranged.

Such a powerful force, no matter how hard they try, cannot escape the fate of destruction in the end.

Just thinking about it, one can feel the suffocating pressure of fate.

"Lord Lear, greetings to you... Thank you for saving my cousin Ackman."

The voice was soft and weak, like a gentle breeze blowing into one's heart.

Lear calmed the fluctuations in his heart and spoke softly.

"Miss Wenna, good day... Sorry to disturb you."

At that moment, the girl, like an angel descended to the mortal world, slowly stood up, her pure white skirt like a folded flower.

She gracefully stepped forward, her exquisite face revealing a hint of curiosity.

Her crystal-clear eyes stared at him.

"Lord Lear, no outsiders have been here for a long time."

"Father generally doesn't let others in... you're the first in two years."

"Nice to meet you."

Compared to the lifelessness and withering in her eyes, there was an inexplicable innocence in her tone, like a girl of eleven or twelve years old.

Lear remained silent.

As the only remaining descendant of the Changge Clan, even with a sickly body, she must have borne all the hopes of the clan.

If any more accidents occur, who can accept such a scene?!

Changge Clan, one of the five Duke Clans in Lorand City, low-key and mysterious.

There was little information about them in Lear's memory.

But no matter how low-key, they are Dukes!!

The power they wield is enough to make one's heart tremble.

This can be seen from Wenna's guard.

Ackman couldn't help but feel a little heartache when he saw this.

"Uncle is also worried about you..."

"I know, Cousin Ackman, let's not talk about this."

"Indeed... Wenna, we're here today because we want your help."

The girl's translucent eyes lit up as she curiously asked.

"Help? How can I help?"

Lear spoke softly.

"Miss Wenna, I'm searching for a Blue Magic Ball... I heard it will appear at tomorrow's trade fair."

"So I came forward impolitely."

"That Magic Ball is very important to me."

Wenna blinked her eyes.

"Are you talking about the Magic Ball that's said to have originated from the Underworld?... But since I got it two years ago, it's always been in the underground warehouse. How did Lord Lear find out?"

Of course, it's a cheat.

Lear said with a serious tone.

"In the wilderness, there's a race called the Spider Boggarts. They are skilled in divination and can foresee fortunes and misfortunes..."

The girl pursed her lips and smiled.

"Lord Lear, it seems you're lying... But that's not important, the Crystal Ball is in the warehouse. I'll have someone bring it out."

She can even see through this?

Ackman saw the surprise in Lear's eyes and chuckled lightly.

"Lord Lear, no one can lie in front of Windsor."

Lear gave him a look.

"You didn't say so earlier, if I had known, I would have made up a better excuse."

Windsor heard and chuckled gently, her mood lightening.

She waved her hand towards a blank area beside her.

"Help me bring up that Magic Ball."

The seemingly empty space quietly blurred, then returned to calm.

Moments later, the door reopened.

A tall lady in a black long dress, wearing knee-high boots, with a cold gaze and a black rose engraved on her forehead, stepped into the room.

She glanced at Lear, said nothing, quietly walked up to Wenna, and handed her a Magic Ball emitting a faint blue glow.

From a distance, one could feel the surging magic power flowing inside.

A Magic Ball is a treasure used by mages to store magic power, akin to a power bank.

Magic power is the greatest constraint for mages when casting spells. Some top mages create Magic Balls to store magic power for later use during casting.

But Magic Balls, while easy to use, are extremely difficult to make and rarely seen on the market.

"This Magic Ball can store the magic power of an Upper Position mage... It's quite rare."

"However, since it was manufactured in the Underworld, the stored magic power will gradually transform into Dark Magic Power."

"For mages on the Earth's surface, using it is like running behind a raging bull, very dangerous, which is why it's kept in the treasure vault."

The gentle voice of the girl seeped into the heart like a spring breeze.

"Lord Lear, if you're going to use it, please be cautious..."

With that, she stepped forward and handed the Magic Ball to him.

Lear took it with his hand, his eyes filled with joy.

The secret technique, finally in hand!

"What should I offer in exchange?"

Windsor showed a bit of playfulness.

"Lord Lear, since you're a friend of Cousin Ackman, you are my friend too... Consider this my welcoming gift to you."

The Magic Crystal Ball, Level: 4 Stars, capable of storing 50,000 magic points.

This welcoming gift is not small.

Lear paused for a moment, accepted the Magic Ball, and said slowly.

"Since we're friends, I'll also give Miss Wenna a gift... I hope you like it."

As he spoke, he extended his right hand, palm open.

"Miss Wenna, please give me your hand."

The girl was stunned, a hint of curiosity in those crystal clear eyes.

But sensing Lear's serious demeanor, her fair arm slowly extended and gently laid in his palm.

The lady in the black robe witnessed this scene, her pupils constricting sharply, her eyes exploding with piercing light.

But at that moment, she noticed the Rose Flower Bracelet blossoming on Lear's wrist.

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