Forgive Us, My Dear Sister (The Miraculous Simone Gray)

Chapter 461 Something’s Wrong!

Startled by the situation, the warlock, who had been rescued, went into a frenzy.

“Yes, Master, le

kill them all.” he exclaimed.

Mr. Lewis had become the person he hated the most.

Together, the master and disciple hurried to the Geomancer Association to Mr. Lewis and Magnus

courtyard.

They mercilessly killed all of their disciples and followers.

These individuals had blood on their hands and deserved to die.

In an act of vengeance, they destroyed Magnus’ courtyard. The great warlock even summoned the last

remaining little treasure to let it dig three feet into the ground in their courtyard to investigate.

They found and destroyed everything valuable that Magnus had hidden.

Beneath Magnus’ residence, they discovered a secret room.

Inside, there was a formation with a mysterious emerald green bead at its center.

The warlock attempted to take it away but found it impossible.

So, risking injury from the backlash, he destroyed the mysterious bead directly.

As soon as the bead was destroyed, the entire courtyard shook violently.

The great warlock grabbed his son and quickly fled.

Just as they left, Magnus’ courtyard collapsed and turned into ruins. A powerful and mysterious aurat

dissipated, leaving the warlock laughing heartily. “Haha, you old brat! It turns out to be your lucky

charm.”

With the destruction of the lucky charm, Magnus’ life was coming to an end.

The warlock was shocked to see his master continuously coughing up blood and going crazy. Upon

approaching him, he asked worriedly. “Master, are you alright?”

The great warlock’s face turned pale. “I’m not okay. I’m seriously injured. If I don’t recover properly. I’m

afraid my life won’t be long”

He held his son’s hand and said, “Let’s quickly return to Wocron; otherwise, we might die here.

The warlock’s expression also changed, and he immediately carried his master on his back and ran.

Just as they left, people from the special department emerged from the alley.

However, they did not stop the two of them.

The primary reason was that they were Wacron’s high priest, essentially the National Maester. If they

had died here, dealing with Wocron’s repercussions would have been quite troublesome.

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Also, they were targeting Mr. Lewis’ faction. Even if those people were not killed, they sentenced to

death.

Moreover, capturing them all might provoke a desperate counterattack from these people, causing

injuries to the special department.

It was the perfect opportunity for the great warlock to take action.

That was why they didn’t intervene carlier.

After Magnus returned home, he could have a good talk with Wocron and make them compensate

heavily. Otherwise, their National Maester would have to pay with his life..

After all, the unmanned drones specially designed to counteract negative energy and magnetic field

disturbances had captured Magnus previous actions.

This had all been arranged by Joseph under Simone’s instruction, and it seemed that everything had

been.

put to use.

On the other side, in the ancient tomb.

Magnus, who was battling Simone and Bailey by using the formation, suddenly started coughing up

blood.

His face changed drastically. The lucky charm. My lucky charm.

At the same time, Mr. Lewis also began.coughing up blood. “All my people are dead.”

Those people were tools he used to absorb luck. Once they died, he would suffer the backlash.

And in his father’s lucky charm, there was a drop of his own blood, nurtured through secret methods.

With the destruction of the lucky charm, the backlash became even more severe.

Not only was he coughing up blood, but he also collapsed in the coffin, trembling all

over.

He looked like an old man on the verge of death, with several decades added to his appearance.

At this moment, he appeared like a dying old man in his final years.

Upon seeing his son in this state, Magnus’ expression turned ugly, and he roared in anger. “Simone,

you deserve to die!” This girl has calculated everything.

With his son suffering from such a backlash, even if he converted all the luck of those families into

lifespans, he wouldn’t live much longer.

Not to mention that his son’s plan had been thwarted by Simone.

The luck of those families could no longer escape the retribution of heaven’s laws.

His son wouldn’t survive for more than a month in this condition, causing a mixture of heartbreak and

fury to surge within him.

Simone, in response, sneered, “Those words are most fitting for you and your son. When you commit

too many sins, there will always be retribution.”

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She glanced at Mr. Lewis and added, “Dealing with someone like him isn’t worth the effort anymore, I

don’t want to soil my hands further. All he desires is a prolonged life, right? Well then, let him savor the

creeping dread and terror of life slipping away slowly. This sort of retribution suits him perfectly.”

Death would be too merciful for someone like Mr. Lewis; he should experience his deepest fears and

regrets before succumbing, engulfed in fear and remorse.

In his current state, not even a deity could save him.

The severe backlash rendered him immobile, confined to his bed and awaiting death, unable to cause

any more trouble, eliminating the possibility of future problems.

Upon hearing Simone’s words, Mr. Lewis was enraged. He started coughing up blood even more

violently.

He never expected to meet his demise in such a scheme, especially at the hands of someone he had

never considered a threat.

The impending death filled him with fear, causing uncontrollable tremors throughout his body.

Death was his greatest fear, and Simone’s ruthlessness intensified it.

In a weak voice, he pleaded, “Father, save me. I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die! He desperately

clung to the hope of survival.

Magnus’ eyes filled with anguish. He approached the coffin and gently touched his son’s head.

He tried to console. Don’t worry, I will find a way to save you.

However, Simone saw through his deception and punctured the bubble of false hope, stating, “In the

end, death is inevitable. So, why deceive him? Offering false hope only amplifies the disappointment

upon his death, heightening his fear and terror, doesn’t it? An overly lenient father often begets a

wayward son. Even as your son teeters on the edge of death, your inclination to cajole and deceive

reveals that, in

truth, you’re not a good father.”

These words extinguished the hopeful glint in Mr. Lewis’ eyes, and he coughed up several mouthfuls of

blood.

Upon witnessing this, Magnus’ face twisted with anger as he glared at Simone, demanding. “Shut up.”

Simone, unfazed, raised an eyebrow and provocatively challenged, “What? Can’t even handle the

truth? I won’t shut up. What can you do to me?”

The old man seethed with anger.

Magnus was deeply infuriated. He found himself manipulated and frustrated for the first time in his long

life.

He pondered, Everything was clearly under control. How did it end up like this? Simone. Yes, it is

Simone. She is the unpredictable factor

He gazed into Simone’s eyes with nothing but a fierce determination and hostility.

Upon recalling something, Magnus expressed his confusion. “Wait! Something’s wrong! Today was

supposed to be the day of your demise, right?”