Chapitre 830: The Bloodied Stabber

"Who are you?"

It appeared to be a simple question in the views of other people, but to Angor, the voice was accompanied by a powerful aura that kept him in place.

The power felt like a sharp blade that cut through time and distance. It had only one intention, which was to pierce his brain. It felt different than any of the other ones he ever encountered before.

"A Bloodline wizard…" Angor muttered under his breath as cold sweat came off his forehead.

There was no way that an apprentice could exert this kind of aura that put so much pressure on him. He was dealing with a wizard who studied Bloodline Art.

But why would such a wizard show up at Padt Manor?

"Who sent you here?" the owl "asked" again.

Angor lost balance and stumbled back, and Mana quickly went to assist him.

"That should be my question." Angor returned his gaze at the owl.