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At this moment, in the outskirts of the West, a group of mercenaries were surrounding Klein, who had just smashed a Gale Wolf to death. The other trade caravan members, including several mages from Hozwog, stood on the periphery of the mercenaries.

A guy who fell from the sky looked quite intimidating, and the fact that his body didn't shatter after smashing the Gale Wolf to death was quite impressive.

A mercenary walked to Klein's side, touched his bones, and said,

"His bones are all broken, he's beyond saving. Let's disperse."

Another person said,

"How about we do a good deed and bury him! It'll be our way of repaying his kindness for smashing the Gale Wolf to death!"

The mercenaries were somewhat talking to themselves, their hands also rummaging through Klein's belongings.

"Where did these bones all over the ground come from? It feels a bit strange."

"What's so strange about it? Maybe they're his bones, or maybe they're the Gale Wolf's bones."

"Idiot, the Gale Wolf's bones are light yellow. These bones are all pure white, and they're different sizes."

"Who cares so much? Let's see if there's anything valuable first."

The mercenaries exchanged glances. Although they wouldn't engage in robbery, Klein, who had fallen from the sky, was basically considered found money.

The sword beside Klein, and that magic book, were obviously not ordinary items, so they had some crooked thoughts.

At this moment, seeing the mages from Hozwog walking towards them, the mercenaries hurriedly said,

"Why do you care what kind of bones they are? The deceased needs to rest in peace. Quick, quickly dig a pit and bury him!"

Their words were a bit strange and suspicious. Just as they were about to carry Klein away, a young male mage from Hozwog pointed at Klein's hand.

"That's not right, this person doesn't seem to be dead. I saw his finger move. Put him down first."

"I think I saw it too."

"Yeah, if the person isn't dead, we can't just bury him."

Following the little boy's reminder, more people saw Klein move. The mercenaries' faces were a bit ugly, but they couldn't do anything. They couldn't afford to offend the people from Hozwog.

In the end, the mercenaries could only give up the magic book beside Klein, quietly take away Klein's Light of the Crescent Moon, and then completely ignore Klein.

The young male mage saw the mercenaries take away Klein's longsword, but just as he was about to step forward to stop them, his mentor, Dilanka, stopped him.

"Sean, you've already saved this gentleman, and these mercenaries aren't weak. They're just after money. If you repeatedly provoke them, there's a high chance of a conflict breaking out.

Although we're from Hozwog, once people lose their reason, they won't care who you are. When you're out and about, safety comes first, understand?"

The young male mage named Sean nodded seriously.

"I understand. I was reckless just now, Teacher Dilanka."

And Klein, whose bones were all shattered, was actually left unattended for a time.

When calling for help, everyone would come to watch, but when it really came to carrying out the rescue, everyone tacitly ignored it.

Sean looked at Klein and asked his mentor,

"Teacher Dilanka, what do we do now? If we don't save him, he might die."

Dilanka looked at Sean. This student was good in every way. His grades were excellent, and his talent was outstanding. The only drawback was that he was too kind.

It's not that kindness is bad, but in the current Tyrreria, kind people generally don't live very well.

"Let's carry him to our carriage first. I only know some simple wound treatment. I don't know if I can save him. Everyone else, come and help."

The mages from the magic academy responded.

"Okay!"

The little mages from Hozwog all contributed, carrying Klein to their carriage and settling him down.

Second-tier mage Dilanka touched the back of Klein's head, and many questions arose in his mind.

Klein's skull was clearly shattered, so why didn't his brain fall out? The other parts of his body were also in a similar state.

Under normal circumstances, shouldn't a person have been smashed into mincemeat after falling at that speed? Could it be because of those bones from before?

Although Dilanka couldn't figure out why Klein was in this situation, the most urgent task was to bandage his wounds.

Just as Dilanka was bandaging Klein's wounds, a student named Ackerman spoke up.

"Teacher Dilanka, this person looks so fierce, and he fell from the sky. What if we save a bad person?"

Dilanka's hand paused for a moment. Just as he was about to answer, Sean, who was beside him, had already spoken.

"Ackerman, the academy should have taught you that you can't judge people by their appearance under any circumstances, right?

Is someone who looks fierce a bad person, and is someone who looks beautiful a good person? Who told you that?"

The student named Ackerman stared at Sean. He was quite unconvinced by this guy who had always been one step ahead of him.

"Although judging people by their appearance is wrong, most of the time, appearance can reflect a person's character. The teachers at the academy should have taught this too, right?"

Dilanka didn't speak, because he knew that what Ackerman said was true. Most of the time, judging people by their appearance was correct, because a person's character, temper, and habits really did affect a person's appearance.

A person's character is basically written on their face. Not absolutely, but this is the case for more than 60% of people. This proportion is already high enough.

And from a person's figure, you can see roughly their habits, whether they are self-disciplined.

The way someone walks can show whether their family education is excellent, because people who walk crookedly usually don't have very good family education.

From a person's dress, you can see their aesthetic sense. If a person's fingernails are clean, then that person is generally a very clean person.

These are all examples of judging people by their appearance, but they all definitely have their reasons.

And Klein now, because the wounds on his body haven't healed, his extremely short hair, and strange eyebrows, look like a thug no matter how you look at it. Such people usually appear on the Security Department's wanted list.

However, although Sean knew that what Ackerman said was true, he still didn't want to give up on saving Klein.

"Ackerman, maybe you're right, but at this time, we can't not save him. Although he may not be a good person, you can't be sure that he's a bad person."

"Alright, alright, don't give me that set of principles of yours."

Ackerman interrupted Sean impatiently. Before leaving, his gaze lingered on Klein's magic book for a while.

… …

At night, after Dilanka bandaged Klein's wounds, the carriage calmed down. These mages from Hozwog exchanged some magical knowledge, chatted about some gossip, and then gradually fell asleep.

Lying quietly in the carriage, Klein could completely hear these people's words. In fact, he had already woken up when he fell to the ground.

After all, he fell from the height of the World's Summit. If he hadn't woken up, he would probably have been smashed to death. He didn't speak only because he was too badly injured and couldn't move at all.

Moreover, in the absence of danger, Klein was unwilling to forcibly suppress his injuries to act. Since these people were willing to save him, then let them save him. Klein also remembered the kid named Sean.

Now that he was in a relatively stable environment, Klein's magic began to stimulate the growth of the bones, and new bones quickly replaced the original completely shattered bones.

The shattered bone fragments slowly drained out of his body from his fingertips, toes, scalp, and spine.

With the new bones, Klein could barely move, but every movement sent a sharp pain through his body. Klein slowly opened his eyes, thinking about the previous situation.

"I was clearly absorbing the Mist Dragon Soul, so why did I fall from the sky? Could it be that Agatha kicked me down? Did she want to kill me?"

Klein couldn't help but overthink things since he was injured and had nothing to do.

At that time, only he and Agatha were in the ruins. If something happened to him, then Agatha must have done something. The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and the angrier he became.

"That woman, I kindly let her go and got along with her peacefully, but she actually wanted to kill me. I can't swallow this, I must make her suffer next time I see her."

… …

Agatha, who was still absorbing the dragon soul in the Dragonkin Ruins, sneezed inexplicably.

"What's going on? How can I, with this physique, catch a cold? I don't know how Klein is doing, but I'm a disciple of Prometheus, and I'm considered an opposing force to him. I don't know if I'll have the chance to see him again.

No, he hasn't replenished my money for the dragon teeth. I have to go find him to ask for it, and also see that Lilith to see what's so special about her."

Agatha didn't know that Klein had already pinned the hat of mortal enemy on her. The next time they met, the way they greeted each other would be changed to Fireball.

Just as Klein was lying down to recover from his injuries, the Hozwog student named Ackerman slowly came to Klein's side, but Klein had already closed his eyes.

Looking at the broken bones beside Klein, Ackerman was a little strange.

"Where did these bones come from? And they're all broken. Ah, never mind, let's take the book first."

Ackerman reached out and picked up the Book of Klein that was placed beside Klein, and quietly walked down.

Lying in the carriage, Klein smiled slightly. They even dared to take his magic book. These people really didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. The grass on the grave of the last person who rashly took his things was already a foot high.