Little Walter wore an expression of grief and indignation: “If you weren’t sent by Wujiayao, then what, are you just so full you have nothing better to do, and that’s why you insist on dragging me back to Anding Hospital?!”

Dark Elf’s face turned green: “What Anding Hospital, stop talking nonsense!”

Henry Clark took a deep breath, suppressed his grief, and changed the subject: “My psychic power can cover the whole yard, there’s no way you could have seen that doctor!” He wasn’t stupid—he still didn’t believe what Dark Elf was saying. He strongly suspected this Dark Elf was lying to him.

Derek was stunned for a moment, and only after figuring out who the doctor was did she continue: “I’m a night assassin, your perception can’t possibly detect my presence!” Night assassins are the most outstanding killers among the dark elves, and concealing their presence is their specialty.

Henry Clark’s expression grew complicated: “You’re an assassin too? Haha, then we’re in the same business! I’m the king of killers in the Triad!” As he spoke, he carefully watched the female assassin’s expression. If this Derek really was sent by the hospital, she would definitely know about his famous reputation.

Although Derek’s hands holding the bow were still steady, there was a hint of confusion in her eyes: “Triad? What kind of gang is that? Our Derek have connections with many underground organizations, maybe this is all just a misunderstanding…”

But Henry Clark suddenly burst out laughing, startling Dark Elf. Lord Achilles finally confirmed that the Derek in front of him was not a security guard from Anding Hospital. Since the nurse wasn’t from Anding Hospital, then the doctor definitely wasn’t either! Paranoia always comes with some nonsense, but once Henry Clark is convinced of something, not even a herd of minotaurs could change his mind.

Little Walter said excitedly, “As long as you’re not from Wujiayao, anything can be discussed! Awakening Walter Reed is easy for me! But you have to remember your promise!”

Derek nodded firmly. Henry Clark laughed and turned to leave, taking Derek with him to the cellar where Walter Reed was imprisoned. Lord Todd followed nervously behind them, deeply regretting his impulsive decision to seek out Lord Achilles.

Master Walter Reed was sleeping soundly at that moment. The ropes binding him had fallen to the ground—Derek had cut them when she arrived.

Derek pressed a long arrow to Henry Clark’s head and followed him into the cellar, still wearing a roguish smile, but her gaze toward Walter Reed was filled with unconcealed concern.

Henry Clark didn’t waste words. He immediately lifted the hypnosis, clapped his hands gently with a smile, and said softly, “That was a sweet sleep. When I count down from ten to one, you’ll wake up.” As he spoke, he began the countdown. When Henry Clark reached one, Walter Reed stretched lazily and opened his eyes.

Derek let out a soft gasp, her body flickering like a ghost to stand beside the necromancer. She tossed the long arrow at Henry Clark and asked with a hint of joy, “Walter Reed, you’re awake?”

Walter Reed’s eyes lit up, and he felt completely refreshed: “Yes, I’m awake!” Then he suddenly noticed Derek beside him and exclaimed in surprise, “Patrick, why are you here? Did I fall asleep?” As soon as he finished speaking, Henry Clark’s gentle voice sounded again.

“Yes, I woke up because there was danger, so I woke up…”

It’s said that being hypnotized is like spraining your ankle—once it happens the first time, it’s much easier to happen again.

It’s also said that when someone first wakes from hypnosis, they’re not completely free from its effects, and with just a little guidance from the hypnotist, they can immediately fall back into a hypnotic state.

According to Henry Clark’s experience, both of these sayings are true.

Walter Reed’s gaze darkened, and he roared angrily, “Remove the danger!” Suddenly, a massive bone spear formed in midair, shrieking through the air as it shot toward Derek! At the same time, Walter Reed’s hands drew strange magical symbols nonstop, and with a ripple in the air, a shield woven from white bones appeared out of nowhere, blocking Henry Clark from harm!

Chapter Four: The Killer with Split Personality

Upheaval.

No one expected that Walter Reed, who had just regained consciousness, would suddenly attack the unsuspecting dark elf with deadly force!

“Walter Reed, are you crazy?!” In Derek’s anguished and shocked cry, her body fluttered like a butterfly, dodging the bone spear, while she fired more than a dozen arrows almost simultaneously at the smiling Henry Clark!

White bones flew from the necromantic shield in front of Henry Clark, and all of Derek’s attacks were completely neutralized. The dozen arrows all fell to the ground, powerless. Henry Clark watched Derek’s attack, chuckling confidently, as all the dark elf’s aggression was focused solely on him. She didn’t seem to have any intention of attacking Walter Reed at all—she was just desperately trying to shatter the necromantic shield in front of Henry Clark.

Walter Reed let out a howl and instantly summoned countless massive bone blades. Before Derek could attack again, over a hundred sharp white bones pressed toward Patrick like a wall. In the cramped space of the cellar, the dark elf had no chance to dodge.

Henry Clark hurriedly shouted, “Don’t kill her!” The bone blades stopped just as they were about to cut through Derek’s clothes! The deadly blades of the underworld, gleaming with poison, pressed tightly against Derek. Only then did Walter Reed sluggishly repeat after Henry Clark, “Don’t kill her!”