Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 367 Sentencing should also be based on specific circumstances.

Four hundred years later, there are no longer any places on Earth where wizards live.

Human development on Earth and the hunting of witches have made this place no longer suitable for magical races to live openly and honestly—even though most of those hunted are humans.

Natural disasters and man-made calamities often require scapegoats, and scapegoats are often people without a voice. Therefore, witch hunts often target widows and other marginalized figures who live in seclusion.

Whether it's the Quark race or wizards, anyone with magical abilities, even the smallest magical ability, is no easier to deal with than a defenseless human.

The Quark race, who live on this planet, either returned to their home planet or stayed at the Magic Academy. The wizards are scattered in different corners of the universe, but the magical races still habitually refer to them as "those on Earth."

Relocation? Of course, it costs money.

When I woke up, not only was she nowhere to be seen, but the inn was also completely empty.

The town was emptied out overnight, and there wasn't a single person to be seen in the streets and alleys.

Once again, after climbing over the courtyard wall he had climbed countless times the night before, Miya Xing indeed found her staring blankly at the empty grass.

She was kneeling on the ground, and even from behind, her heartbreak was palpable.

The hole in the wall was still there, the box on the ground was gone, and only the crushed grass showed that everything last night was not just a dream.

Miya Star stood at a distance watching her. The barrier surrounding the town was still there, and it was estimated that it would disappear soon.

Perhaps the town will disappear along with it.

Wait a minute.

He didn't go up to disturb them, but stood far away, hiding himself, thinking to himself that it was fortunate that he had left some last night.

"So you are the culprit!"

After a loud shout, an old man emerged from the haystack and launched into a tirade of curses.

Only after launching into a tirade did they remember to explain the reason:

"If I hadn't been so keenly aware of the dark aura last night and felt something was wrong, I would never have known that the Dark Emperor had actually colluded with those wizards to target my master's property!"

The familiar tone clearly indicated that he knew who Huangwu was.

Seeing that he continued talking without any intention to attack, Miya Xing hid in place and gave up the risk of using the Binding Spell, which did not yet exist at this time.

The old man finally stopped cursing.

He stood there, so angry that he forgot to conceal himself and seize the best opportunity to launch a sneak attack before being discovered.

Ha, why would we need to resort to a sneak attack to deal with a mere Desolate Demon Lord whose magical abilities are so weak that he doesn't even dare to show his face?

"They're nothing but the most insignificant lackeys of the Dark Emperor, yet they dare to lay a hand on our Campbell family!" His anger and contempt reached their peak. "The winds gather, the demonic flames blaze—"

As the incantation was cast, a fierce wind arose and dust flew everywhere, and the world seemed to transform into a fiery red ocean in an instant.

The person, still immersed in grief, did not react to the sounds of the outside world until the towering flames gathered and were about to attack her. Only then did she belatedly stand up and turn towards the direction from which the attack was coming.

Without a second thought, Miya Xing quickly stepped forward: "No Heart Technique!"

The two magical forces collided, and for a moment they were evenly matched. Smoke rose from the collision, and he heard a sound that did not belong to the magical explosion. However, his vision was temporarily obstructed, and he could not see anything clearly.

His heart tightened, and the flames that had been clashing with his ceased after the commotion, stopping their output. The moment he did, he rushed toward her.

When the smoke cleared, she was standing there perfectly fine, holding a bow in her hand.

The noise originated from her.

Turning his head, he saw the attacker kneeling motionless on the ground. The arrow, formed from the condensed power of the chariot, embedded in his abdomen, dissipated. The man fell down, so shocked that he even forgot to cry out in pain.

Miya Xing realized that even if he hadn't intervened, she would still be fine.

Yes, how could he forget?

If losing money could make her so disheartened that she wouldn't even bother to dodge attacks, such an obvious weakness would have been exploited by the Dark Clan long ago.

His heart, pounding with nervousness, hadn't calmed down when he saw her put away her bow, glance at him sideways, and say nothing.

He had never seen her touch a bow and arrow.

Archery is taught in the magic classes at the Magic Academy, and students can also seek out a teacher if they wish to study on their own.

However, this course had no assessment and students were not required to master it. Back then, the magic teacher was not yet Teacher Heiyan, and this part was usually used for chatting.

"Wait, don't kill him!"

The old man groaned weakly in pain on the ground, and Huangwu stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong, do you know him?"

She disliked being so gloomy and talking so much nonsense before killing her prey.

"No, didn't he say he was a member of the Campbell family? I think maybe we can find out something from him."

“No need.” The magical attack aimed at the old man’s hand, which was about to pick up the scepter again. “You can come up with another reason.”

"But it'd better be quick, he doesn't have long to live."

Miya Star remained silent.

Huangwu didn't look at him again. She picked up the scepter that symbolized her status and position from the ground, marked it with the witches' symbols, and then casually threw it back on the ground.

The old man had already passed away.

"Pack up the things in the inn and that pile of gold properly," she said, without asking him about his magical abilities. "The Emperor's mission is complete; we're ready to leave."

Miya Xing took one last look at where the scepter had been: "Did you know he would come back?"

He said it for sure.

"Pretty much," she yawned again. "It's really sad that so much money wasn't even left to me."

She placed one hand on Miya Xing's back, almost pushing him forward: "Since you're my servant, stop worrying about other people's business."

"My magical abilities..."

"Shh—" She pressed her index finger to his lips, still warm from the magic of fire, "Let's talk about this slowly after I've rested."

“You have two hours. In that time, pack your things, put them in the magic box, and send them back. Of course, you can also run away.” She didn’t care at all. “If you’re confident you won’t be caught by me.”

Will I receive leniency if I confess?

"Hmm, that's hard to say. The sentencing will depend on the specific circumstances."