The living room was in a mess, with traces left by magic traps everywhere.

Phil sat on the sofa that was only half burned, looking around with annoyance. After all, this was his home, but now it has been destroyed like this. It would be fake to say that he doesn't feel sorry for him.

"I don't know if the sheriff has chased Andrew. As long as the sheriff sees Andrew, Andrew will be finished." Phil prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the sheriff can catch up with Andrew.

At this moment, Old Harry's voice suddenly rang: "Young Master, I heard something happened at home, so I rushed back immediately. You were not injured, are you?"

Phil looked back and happened to see Old Harry running over with a big bag. One of the bags had a hole and a few onions rolled down from it.

"This old Harry, every time I suddenly appeared quietly." Phil smiled helplessly and said bitterly: "I'm fine, that Andrew is here again. This time he wants to kill me. Fortunately, the magic trap you set up has dragged to the arrival of the sheriff. Now the sheriff has gone to chase Andrew."

"Young Master, just be fine if you are not injured." Old Harry looked at the damaged ground around him, and then said, "Young Master, I will find someone to repair the house tomorrow."

"No rush, I'm concerned about Andrew now. He is our biggest threat. I don't know if the sheriff has caught up with him. If he is slipped away this time, we will be in trouble." Phil said.

"Young master, why don't I go to the public security center to inquire?" Old Harry volunteered.

"It's OK." Phil thought for a while and agreed.

Old Harry turned around and just planned to go to the security office, but Phil stopped Old Harry: "Harry, have you ever heard of the blasphemer?"

"Blasphemy?" Old Harry shook his head blankly: "I have never heard of this title, but this should be a title related to the temple, right? Blasphemy feels like a very dangerous guy! Master, why did you suddenly ask about this?"

"I just ask casually. Okay, hurry up and go to the security office. If there is news from Andrew, come back and notify me immediately, so as not to be scared here." Phil made an excuse to send Old Harry away.

Old Harry went to the police station to find out the news, while Phil continued to sit on the sofa with only half left, thinking about what Andrew said before escaping.

"Andrew said I am a blasphemer, but what is a blasphemer? Andrew's spiritual magic has no effect on me at all. He wanted to kill me and even suffered a spiritual backlash. Is this related to the blasphemer? Andrew also said that the living blasphemers will be very valuable, that is, all the blasphemers before were dead. In this way, there is only one ending for the blasphemers, that is, death!"

Thinking of this, Phil's heart was covered with a shadow. If, as Andrew said, he was really a blasphemer, he might have died next.

"You must never be involved with this blasphemer. Even if I am really a blasphemer, I cannot be known by others, otherwise I will die." Phil quickly made a decision in his heart.

However, Phil remembered Andrew who escaped again. Andrew obviously knew something. Now Andrew left alive, just like the sword of Damocles, hanging over Phil's head.

"What should I do? It would be great if I could kill someone to silence me. But Andrew is a great magician, and I am no match for him at all. If it really doesn't work, just clean up the soft and run away, and go to a deep mountain where no one can at least save your life."

At this time, Phil was really confused. He had just established a career in this world, but suddenly a Andrew came out, forcing Phil to face the worst situation, that is, to abandon everything that exists and hide as far as you can.

Phil was like an ant on a hot pan, wandering around the living room until Old Harry's voice sounded from his side: "Master, I'm back!"

Phil didn't care that Old Harry suddenly appeared beside him again, but asked, "Harry, what's going on? Did the sheriff catch Andrew?"

"Andrew is dead," replied Old Harry.

"What? Are you saying Andrew is dead? Was he resisting arrest? But I remember that the sheriff in our town is also a junior magician, right? Can he kill the great magician Andrew?" Phil looked surprised.

"Andrew was not killed by the sheriff. When the sheriff found Andrew, he had turned into a burnt corpse." Old Harry continued: "McCarran told me that when he chased the countryside, he felt a powerful magic fluctuation. When McCarran arrived at the scene, Andrew had been killed."

"Is Andrew the one who can be sure of death?" Phil asked again.

"Andrew's body was broken into several pieces, and he could not directly confirm his identity, but his magician badge was found on the scene, with his name on the badge, so it can be confirmed that the body was Andrew." Old Harry replied.

Hearing this news, Phil couldn't help laughing. This happiness came too suddenly. He was worried about Andrew the previous second, but the next second, the biggest enemy died.

"Do you know who made it?" Phil asked again.

"I don't know." Old Harry shook his head and continued: "The one who can kill the great magician must be at least a great magician. There is no ordinary force in charge. I guess it must be the enemy of the Holden merchant. The Holden Chamber of Commerce's daily behavior is too domineering, and there must be many enemies. Maybe it was a certain enemy who deliberately ambushed and killed Andrew."

Phil pointed the picture in agreement: "It makes sense. This kind of power that can use the great magician is definitely not simple. It is definitely not something we can afford. We should stay away from it. But I really thank them, they have helped me eliminate a big problem!"

...

In the capital of the kingdom, President Horton has been waiting for news from Andrew.

"Calculate the time, my uncle should have returned from Luoye Town. I don't know if his trip is going well." Thinking of this, President Horton suddenly laughed at himself.

"I'm stupid enough, I'm actually worried about my uncle. He is a great spiritual magician!"

At this moment, the servant hurriedly ran in. Because the speed was too fast, he almost tripped by the threshold when entering the door.

"What are you panic? You can't even walk?" President Horton scolded.

"President, someone from the magistrate is here, I'm going to find you." The servant said.

"Judge? Why are those troublesome guys coming? Could it be that someone really went to the Jury to sue me because of the quality of billiards!" President Horton's face turned gloomy, and he asked, "What is the reason why the people from the Jury come?"

"They said that it was for the affairs of the great magician Andrew." The servant answered.

President Horton suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart.

"Does my uncle be arrested by the sheriff in Luoye Town? If that's the case, it would be awful."

A few minutes later, President Horton met the referee.

"Mr. Holden, we have just received a report from the Luoye Town Security Office that your uncle, the great magician Andrew Holden, was killed. I hope you can cooperate with the Inquisition to investigate the cause of the death of Andrew's great magician."

Upon hearing the bolt from the blue, President Horton fainted in shock.

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Chapter completed!