The Magic Power System
Chapters. 69. Looking for Suspects.

The two people there agreed to hear it.

“I will move separately, so I need your permission to do an investigation on this place in my own way. It doesn't matter if you want to use a wiretap against me, I won't do anything" Orion said.

“I don't mind if our Chairman thinks so,” Ace replied with a smile.

Orion felt his face heat up, “I don't mind either.”

Ace could only laugh in his heart seeing the two ears of the man blushing in embarrassment.

The entire academy was shocked as they were summoned towards the hall located in the middle of the castle to conduct an impromptu inspection.

New students, janitors and health workers, middle and upper students and staff.

Aidyn was angry and did not accept getting treatment like this and protested to the two of them, but Ace managed to calm him down and said that this was just a formality.

Before the impromptu examination began, Orion invited an Alchemist (not Philip) to explain his matter in front of all the members.

From this, Ace and Orion attempted to catch unusual or suspicious motions, something like; would they feel nervous and wary because the material about this potion was suddenly held?

After a few hours, the two reached the same conclusion.

Amongst so many people, only Beatrice and Flyod showed disturbed expressions. It all felt quite reasonable considering how the two of them sounded so passionate when they had a meeting and after it disappeared so quickly.

Now, it was only necessary to wait for news from Philip to be able to confirm who the culprit was.

As for the young man, after making his observations at the academy headquarters and returning to his residence to test the remains of the liquid in his laboratory.

Philip immediately rushed to look for this potion maker. He even used his connections to fellow Alchemists or humans scattered everywhere to gather information.

After discovering who made it, without a second thought he immediately came to the person.

TOK

The brown wooden door was knocked on several times without stopping until the occupants inside came out to open it.

CRIETTE

Philip immediately put on a very sweet smile until his two eyes formed a curved line. The person before him was currently a junior who had once studied under his guidance.

“Can I log in?” Philip asked, very gently.

“T–of course. Why can't it? Ha-ha, comein. I did not expect at all that Senior would come to visit me like this,” that person said with a stutter.

“Do you not like my presence?”

“M–MANA POSSIBLE! That's not true, Senior. Of course I really like your arrival" he said with surprise.

“Good then.”

Philip immediately landed his back on the chair closest to where he was standing at this moment. His eyes were turning, his neck was turning around. Blatantly, Philip looked around the house with a still faithful smile plastered on his face. It was a stark contrast to his cold eyes.

The owner of the house swallowed his saliva that felt stuck in the throat, a few drops of sweat began to come down from his temple.

“If I b–can know, where did Senior find my address?”

Philip, who was a second ago, was still scanning his eyes, turned his head towards him. “From your last customer.”

The person's face instantly turned horror. With lightning fast, Philip lunged at the person in front of him, then pinned him on the chair with a position where both hands folded backwards from below.

Philip held him in one hand, clutching both arms of the Alchemist who had once been his disciple while strangling the person's neck.

You can imagine how painful the position is, the sound of a broken bone has been heard several times since.

“AAAKKHHHH!!”

The man cried out in pain until the water came out of his eyes and nose.

“Bastholes. The bastard is shameless. You stole my knowledge from me, but I let it go because I consider you my junior after all. How insolent are you to use my teachings for vile things? Damn it, you even did it many times and spread the word that you have a kinship with me!!"

Both of Philip's bluish-eyed beads seemed to have almost jumped from their sockets. This young man was so angry that his teeth were grinding.

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