I Keep Witches While Others Keep Dragons

He carried the ice coffin back to the camp.

It was a river of blood and the air was filled with the smell of iron.

Nason Jo and Taylor had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Caught?"

Nason jumped down from the high ground and looked carefully at the person in the ice coffin on Andrew's shoulder. "Is this your goal this time?"

Andrew nodded without saying anything.

"It's too simple."

Jo looked down at the corpse on the ground and said, "They didn't fight back. No, they fought back desperately, but it was meaningless."

"The difficulty of this commission was too easy for level 9. It was not even enough to be level 4."

Taylor's sword was cracking. She hurriedly pressed her trembling hand, but she couldn't stop it.

"This is not a commission at all. It's a slaughter."

It was a brief and to-the-point sentence, which spoke out to everyone's heart.

However, Andrew said, "We've completed our commission. Let's go."

Then he carried the ice coffin and flew into the air.

Everyone was confused.

Although Andrew was a little absent-minded in normal times, it was not a loss of emotion.

But today, why was he acting like a machine, without asking what was right or wrong or why?

Because no matter what, there was something wrong with the commission.

On the way back to the school, Andrew was in a dilemma.

Yes, there was something wrong with the commission.

'How could I not see it?'

'Because there is something wrong with the commission, I have to be stricter with it.'

And why?

There was no need to say that.

It was because Red King was watching them!

When he took over the commission, Andrew felt something was wrong.

The magic association attached great importance to the extermination of the rebel army, which was known to all.

But that was the problem.

This was the duty of every branch, branch, and department of the magic association. It was rarely... No, to be exact, it was almost not handed over to students.

He had never heard of any school that had received a commission to kill the rebel army.

However, Red King had personally sent this commission here.

Andrew didn't understand at first.

But when he started the mission and killed the first member of the rebel army, Andrew finally understood why everything was so strange.

This was not a commission at all.

It was a test!

The purpose of the test was simple.

First, Red King wanted to see if Andrew was completely obedient to him. If not, Andrew would most likely be killed when he went back.

Second, if he accepted, then this action was probably to give Andrew a chance to adapt.

Adapt to what? Of course, he didn't need to say anything more.

Killing!

In short, this commission was the first step to making Andrew his tool.

The moment Andrew thought about it, he felt that he was like a dish in the pot, being carefully prepared by the Red King. Until the finished product was out of the pot, he would become his most effective tool.

That was also one of the reasons why Andrew had to restrain his emotions and carry out this commission no matter how reluctant he was.

At this moment, the Red King was sure looking at him.

It was such a simple task. If he missed it, it was Andrew who did it on purpose.

Not to mention the strength of the Red King, what a clever plan.

Step by step.

To be honest, Andrew was not reconciled to the fact that he was shouldering Stout.

He had been completely manipulated by the Red King.

"Master, let's take a long-term view. As long as you show a trace of rebellion, he will kill you."

Sarah kept comforting Andrew in his soul sea.

Andrew tried to calm himself down and replied subconsciously, "I know. One day, I will make him pay double for what he did to me."

Among the witches, Sarah was the one who hated Red King the most.

Even she had realized the difficulty of dealing with the Red King, so there was no reason for Andrew not to bear it.

This was an existence with outstanding strength and intelligence.

If he wanted to fight against Red King, any mistake would be a dead end.

Thinking of this, Nason and others also caught up. Seeing this, Andrew also sped up and took everyone back to the Law School.

Back to the school.

He went straight to the exchange center and exchanged for the commission.

"Hello, this commission's reward was 3,000 points. Each of the four people has got 750 points, and they have already received the points. However, Red King has been here in ten minutes."

"He said he wanted you to take the target directly to the office and he wanted to take it over in person."

The receptionist's last words made Andrew sweat.

'He has been here just ten minutes ago?'

He was indeed watching.

"I see."

Andrew turned around and said to Nason and others, "It's already ten o'clock. You can go back and have a rest. I'm going to the principal's office."

Nason keenly sensed that Andrew was sweating with the ice attribute.

It was abnormal.

With the ice attribute, Andrew had a strong heat resistance. Besides, it was early winter now. How could he sweat?

With a tacit understanding, Nason pulled the two women who still wanted to say something and turned away.

Andrew, carrying Stout in the ice coffin, flew towards the principal's office.

He went straight to the top floor of the office building.

He opened the magnificent door and walked into the imperial palace-like an office.

The first thing he saw was Red King sitting at his desk.

And the two cups of hot tea in front of his table.

The moonlight fell evenly from the French window behind him.

Under the cover of the fact that his facial features could not be covered, the darkness was even more gloomy.

"No wonder you are the student I like. It's done so quickly. Come on, have a cup of tea."

Bang!

Putting the ice coffin on the ground, Andrew went straight forward, picked up the teacup, clinked it with the Red King, and drank it up.

"The commission has been completed. Do you have any other instructions?" Andrew asked.

The Red King said, "You did a good job, and you are very smart."

"Yes, I do have something to entrust you."

"But before that, I want to ask you something."

"What?"

"Don't you have any resistance to this commission? You killed thousands of ordinary people at a time."

"They will beg for mercy, wail, curse, and have no power to fight back, and..."

"The task is important. Mages will accept the commission and only ask about the time, place, target, and anything else."

"I did this to earn points, not for charity. No matter what others do, it has nothing to do with me."

Andrew's cold words surprised the Red King.

Although he couldn't see his face, Andrew could feel that he was staring at every muscle on his face.

"Don't you feel guilty at all? Don't you think they are innocent?" Red King asked again.

This time, his tone was much colder.

Andrew replied calmly, "I'm not interested."

"Well, if I ask you to slaughter a city, what will you choose?"

"Enough points are okay."

He was testing.

Andrew tried his best to hold back his heartbeat with magic power, his pupils constricted and his muscles stiffened.

He used the ice magic power to freeze all the pores in case of cold sweat.

It was painful.

But at this time, as long as there was a slight flaw, he would be killed. There was no doubt.

Red King stopped abruptly.

Red King stared at him for a long time.

Andrew stood there indifferently.

The air seemed to be frozen.

After a long while, he said, "Okay. I have another commission to entrust you. Without points, are you willing to help me?"

Andrew replied, "Tell me."

The aura around the Red King instantly became cold and gloomy.

He turned to the ice coffin at the door.

"Take him to the interrogation room and unfreeze him."

Andrew frowned and had a bad feeling. "Why did you do that?"

With a weird smile, Red King said.

"I want you to torture him by all means."

"Until he was forced to tell for all the information about the rebel army he knew."