As An Antique Shop Owner, It's Only Reasonable That I Know A Bit Of Magic - Chapter 121

In the room, Ron stepped forward and picked up the necklace.

She remembered this necklace.

It was this very key that Dil had worn around his neck in the hotel elevator.

Intertwined gold and red gave the key an aura of mystery and nobility.

Ron stared blankly at the key necklace, unconsciously raising her hand, wanting to try it on.

At that moment, a wave of clear energy emanated from her chest, jolting Ron back to her senses.

As if shocked by electricity, she dropped the key in her hand.

[This necklace is connected to Lasher!]

Recalling her previous dazed state, Ron felt a surge of fear.

If the Calming Talisman hadn’t suddenly taken effect, she might have already put the necklace on by now.

That was close.

Ron gently patted her chest and took a couple of steps back.

However, this scene was witnessed by Carlotta from behind the door.

Her aged face twisted with resentment and jealousy. Her wrinkled, age-spotted hands gripped the doorframe tightly, as if she wanted to tear it apart…

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Meanwhile, Su Fan was riding in a speeding taxi.

Lasher indeed didn’t have much power left for escape.

But that didn’t mean it couldn’t manipulate people.

By bewitching others, possessing or attaching itself to them, it could recover more efficiently.

That is, by plundering the lives of others.

For this temporary contractor, Lasher did not choose Kottland.

Having fought in the financial industry for many years, Kottland was a crafty old fox.

Moreover, for his own benefit, he could even harm his own niece.

With a contract between them, Kottland would undoubtedly protect him with all his might.

But only to protect him.

For Kottland, a weak demon was much easier to deal with than a powerful one.

So, to regain strength, it needed to change hosts.

Someone who didn’t know Lasher well, had desires in their heart, and was easily deceived.

Tessa, the empty-headed girl with unrealistic fantasies, was the perfect candidate.

Tessa had probably heard Lasher’s call after leaving the funeral, which explained her sudden visit to Kottland’s mansion.

If Su Fan wasn’t mistaken, after luring Tessa, Lasher took her to hunt Witch Hunters.

Truly a cunning spiritual demon who had been around the human world for so long, indeed shrewd and calculating.

It had also anticipated that Su Fan would soon come looking, hence its decisive and immediate departure.

Just then, Su Fan’s phone rang.

“Master Su, I’ve found traces of Lasher.”

“He was in our area this afternoon.”

Sip’s voice carried a hint of gravity.

“All the Witch Hunters here were killed by Lasher. He was with a young girl.”

“She seems to be from the Mayfair family.”

He was currently in a forest at night.

As the wind scattered the clouds, moonlight spilled down.

It illuminated the corpses lying haphazardly among the trees.

These Witch Hunters, who had been confronting them not long ago.

Now, they were all breathless, forever sleeping in this cold forest.

By touching their bodies, Sip saw the scene from that time.

The Witch Hunters, gathered in the woods, were holding their usual assembly.

But this time, they were visited by an unwelcome pair.

A man in a black suit, walking alongside a blonde girl.

The former merely waved his hand lightly, and a group of people lost their vitality, falling to the ground.

The bullets they fired were useless against the two.

The flames from their ignited Molotov cocktails were ultimately manipulated by Lasher, transforming into fiery serpents that consumed them.
Before supernatural beings, ordinary people were utterly powerless.

“Alright, I understand.”

Su Fan gave a brief reply before hanging up.

Simultaneously, the taxi arrived at its destination.

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“Dinner is ready.”

Carlotta’s voice came from behind Ron.

Her face wore a kindly, gentle smile.

“If it’s about your mother, I can tell you at the dinner table later.”

Ron looked at Carlotta’s smiling face.

She had never forgotten Su Fan’s warning.

The brighter the other’s smile, the more vigilant Ron became.

“Then I’ll be all ears.”

Ron put on a professional smile and followed Carlotta out of the room.

The two walked and arrived at the dining room.

It was called a dinner, but the long table was unoccupied.

Ron and Carlotta sat at opposite ends of the table.

“Dil must have dined here, right?”

“What was she like when she was young? From your description, she must have been quite rebellious, right?”

Ron kept making conversation with Carlotta while secretly pressing the phone under the table.

She didn’t touch any of the food or drinks on the table.

Across from her, Carlotta had fallen silent since sitting down at the table. The previous amiability had vanished without a trace.

She stared intently into Ron’s eyes, as if through those blue pupils, she could see the shadow of another person.

“…To be honest, your mother was the source of my pain, from the moment she was born.”

“She caused me endless agony every waking moment.”

“The time I spent praying for her would have been better spent on more worthy people.”

“Now, it’s the last time.”

Carlotta stood up, closed her eyes, and began murmuring incantations.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, picked up the burning candelabra from the table, walked towards the curtains, and set them on fire!

Ron immediately sprang up and rushed for the door!

She had known the old woman had ill intentions, but she never imagined she would be so insane as to try to burn her to death!

“You, like your mother, are a fallen harlot seduced by demons!”

Carlotta finally ripped off the mask she had worn all along. She grabbed an oil lamp nearby and hurled it at Ron!

Ron quickly dodged back, narrowly avoiding being splattered by the spreading flames!

Thick, burning smoke gradually filled the entire room. Intense heat surged at Ron from all directions.

She could even smell the acrid odor of her own hair ends singeing!

Ron tried to open the door but found it had been locked at some point.

The windows were already engulfed in flames, making jumping out an impossible option!

Ron frantically scanned the surroundings, trying to find an escape route.

But everywhere she looked, there were dancing, all-consuming flames!

Across from her, Carlotta picked up the meat knife from the table and advanced step by step towards Ron!

Her muddy old eyes were full of madness and killing intent.

“What’s so proud about being chosen by a demon?”

“Witches of the Mayfair family… hehehe… I’ve killed them before too…”

“What did you say?”

Ron stared in disbelief at the old woman before her.

“The 11th generation witch, my own sister… I pushed her off the balcony to her death…”

“Even with a demon’s protection, they can still die by an ordinary person’s hand, can’t they? Hahahaha…”

Ron stepped back, one step after another, but failed to notice that the necklace from the dressing table in the bedroom had somehow appeared on the dining table.

A man’s faint silhouette emerged from within the flames, utterly unfazed by the surrounding high temperatures.

And Carlotta seemed unable to see him.

Ron instantly recognized the identity of the man before her.

Lasher!