Upon hearing Ulysses's warning, Richard's expression subtly changed, the warning sending a chill down his spine.
If this group of Wizards had been parasitized, then who had he been communicating with all this time?
Wizards? Or Mayflies?
If it was the former, it meant these Wizards were still unaware of being parasitized—there might still be some hope. But if it was the Mayflies...
A bone-chilling coldness suddenly surged in Richard's heart.
What do these Mayflies intend to do?
When Rico saw Richard holding the Crystal Ball but not using it, he asked with some confusion,
"What's wrong, Master Richard, is there a problem with the Crystal Ball?"
"No, no," Richard flipped the Crystal Ball into his pocket, his face showing a trace of fatigue.
"I'm just a little tired. That last strike drained quite a bit of spiritual power."
Rico heard this and didn't show any surprise; instead, he nodded in agreement.
"I have some Magic Potion here; you can use it if you like."
