Chapter 3: Do You Believe in Light?
Emily frowned slightly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"The scent of death is so unique, its top note is fear, its heart note is pain, and its base note is venomous hatred. Once smelled, it can never be forgotten.
No matter how strong or complex the perfume, it can't cover it up."
Lette took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "Because this is the life form's instinctive rejection and vigilance against death."
Emily glared angrily at Lette, "Enough! Don't think you can slander him when the teacher isn't here!
Since I was eight, he's been working as a Magic Consultant in the Lawrence Family, teaching me magic knowledge.
For ten years, he worked diligently without complaint, and now you've been here a few days and try to sow discord between us?"
Hearing this, Lette burst into laughter, "Indeed, the bond between you and your teacher is deep.
To help you catch me, your teacher was even willing to use the invaluable Taboo Scroll."
Seeing the bewildered look on Emily's face, Lette tilted his head back to reveal the brand on his neck.
"What, your teacher didn't teach you?