"She is…"
Phield noticed the woman who had been tortured beyond recognition. She was already on the verge of death.
She had once been Paul's lover—the very person who had recommended Paul to Phield back then.
"Looks like my dear brother has already sent people to investigate the missing caravan."
Still, Phield hadn't expected her to be this tight-lipped. She hadn't revealed anything about recommending Paul. Who knew what she was holding on to—perhaps everyone carried something they refused to betray.
"Die! You dare lose focus on the battlefield? You're looking down on me too much!" After silently chanting a complicated incantation, the red-robed mage roared, "Second-tier magic—Flame Impact!"
Surging waves of fire burst from the mage's palms, the scorching heat igniting the surrounding grass and trees in an instant.
"Awooo!"
