Having been a mage for 20 years, Jerry had never thought that he would encounter such a strange situation.
It felt good to suddenly hear that his nemesis had died.
And now, it happened to be within the deadline given by the higher-ups.
The feeling of suddenly winning the lottery was really good.
Not only Jerry, but all the members of the investigation department heaved a sigh of relief.
But after the joy, this feeling passed, and as the investigation continued, the relaxed feeling disappeared without a trace.
What replaced it was an unprecedented horror.
The Black Hawk Squad, who was their greatest enemy, was playing with like toys.
Did this mean that when we faced this enemy, we would be like the Black Hawk Squad, being toyed with by the enemy?
The answer was obvious.
Thus, under Flanders's surprised gaze, the system sent a new notification of fear points.
[Fear points +50]
[Fear points +200]
[Fear points +70]
...
A large number of fear points entered his account, which made Flanders, who had just left the death bus and met up with Warfarin, very surprised.
Through the system's more humane classification, Flanders was able to use his own experience to differentiate the source of each fear point.
This batch of fear points that suddenly appeared with good data was undoubtedly something that only existences like mages and strange creatures could provide.
And under the circumstances where Flanders did not actively provoke them, they would not provide the slightest bit of fear.
Just like the Domain female ghost who had escaped earlier, after the effect of Fear ended, it was unknown whether the female ghost was dead or alive. Anyway, Flanders received the other party's fear the day after she escaped.
In other words, this fear point came from the mages.
But Flanders felt that it was very strange. What was the reason for this group of mages?
"Darling, what's wrong?"
Warfarin looked at Flanders who had suddenly stopped on top of her.
"Oh, nothing. I was just a little fascinated by your beauty today."
Even though she knew that Flanders was not distracted because of this reason and even though Warfarin knew that Flanders was just saying it, Warfarin still felt very happy when he heard Flanders's praise.
Ah, am I already hopeless.
Warfarin clearly knew that she should not be in such a situation, but she could not control herself.
Under the stimulation of emotions in her heart, Warfarin wrapped her arms around Flanders's neck and gave him her hot and sexy red lips.
"Is today the only day?"
Hearing Warfarin's gentle voice, Flanders grabbed Warfarin's waist with both hands and increased the frequency of his movements.
"What I mean is that you're even more beautiful today than you were yesterday."
At this moment, Flanders had roughly figured out the source of these fear points.
There were only two situations that could make a mage suddenly feel fear towards him.
One was that the Black Hawk Squad that he had dumped in the wilderness had been discovered.
The other was that the mage on the death bus had not actually died. The other had successfully deceived him and escaped alive after following him.
After escaping, the other party had reported his information and caused the fear of the magicians.
It could be one of them, or it could be both.
But no matter what, it was not a bad thing for Flanders.
So what if the people from the Mage Association knew about it? They would at most become Flanders's two-legged sheep, providing Flanders with points of fear.
The other thing was that they knew that he, the scarecrow, had mysteriously come to Durham.
Other than that, there was no other useful information.
Anyway, as long as they did not expose their base camp in Sarkos City, everything would not be a problem.
On this side, Flanders brought Warfarin to experience the happiness of the human reproduction movement.
On the other side, Edward, who had contacted Jerry, and his colleagues were immersed in fear of Flanders.
Originally, Jerry was very happy with Edward's survival.
Jerry was very optimistic about Edward. Originally, if the higher-ups did not have a candidate for the next branch head, Jerry had actually planned to train Edward to be his successor.
However, he did not expect that there would be no news of Edward all of a sudden.
Very suddenly, the connection was cut off, and the person could not be found, and the phone could not be reached.
In the end, everyone in the investigation department was sent out to look for clues. Finally, they came to a conclusion.
They determined that the other party must have mistakenly entered the death bus that had suddenly appeared recently.
Edward's subsequent words also confirmed this conclusion.
"Good, you actually managed to survive from the death bus. It's really not easy!"
"I was able to survive because of the scapegoat doll from above..."
"Alright, let's not talk about the scapegoat doll. If the detailed information you provide is important, it will be of great help to the Association. Then, don't even mention one scapegoat doll, even two would not be a problem. I can even help you apply for more."
The importance of the scapegoat doll went without saying. Basically, all mages were eyeing this thing.
The demand was great, but the production of the scapegoat doll was limited.
Therefore, this thing was very popular in the entire Mage Association.
When he first heard that Edward had gotten the scapegoat doll, he himself was very surprised as the branch head.
"Hehe, then I'll thank you first."
No one would complain that they had more things to protect their lives.
After laughing, Edward's expression and tone became serious. He began to slowly tell Jerry about his experiences during this period of time.
Among them, there was the story of the three strongest members of the Black Hawk Squad being single-handedly slaughtered by the scarecrow.
When he heard this, Jerry finally understood why Edward, who was obviously trapped by the death bus, could know about the Black Hawk Squad.
When he heard the details of the Black Hawk squad getting into the car, Jerry instantly had a connection and thought of the specific situation at that time.
"Has this scarecrow grown to such a level? A single strange creature could face a team of C rank elites."
Jerry muttered to himself in disbelief.
The image he had seen before suddenly appeared in his mind. Number 7's headless corpse kept shouting in the flames, "scarecrow! scarecrow! scarecrow!"
The fear in his heart was immediately ignited, but he was still an experienced mage after all. He quickly diverted his attention by cursing.
"If Lord Garros had not encountered other strange creatures back then, he would not have let this scarecrow be so arrogant."