It was only when he returned to his residence and closed the door, isting himself from the outside, did he truly let out a sigh of relief.


    Trom then retrieved the crystal from his pockets.


    The purple light spread from his palm, to his room. Under the light, Tron''s eyes and face seemed to be dyed purple as well.


    He stared at the purple crystal in his hand unblinkingly.


    This crystal was rectangr-shaped and roughly the size of his finger. There was some flule in the crystal, and that was the source of the purple light.


    "Healing wounds…?" Tron observed for a while. He didn''t let it touch his skin so as not to heal his wounds, he still needed to be injured as he had no idea what would happen the next morning.


    He then thought back to his sprint and the feeling of being much less fatiguedpared to the past. After that, Tron roughly had an initial judgment of this purple crystal.


    The effect of this item was evidently recovery.


    It caused his wound and stamina to recover, including his vitality!


    "I wonder if it has any other effects," Tron mumbled as contemtion shone in his gaze.


    He didn''t know why the two Acolytes were fighting over the crystal, but it must be very important to them which means it not only heals injuries but has another purpose which is to kill for.


    A wave of fatigue suddenly swept over him.


    Tron suppressed his exhaustion and switched his clothes. He immediately hid the crystal, silver coins, his torn clothes, and the various bottles of potion in a hiddenpartment on his roof.


    Unless one knew where to look, it was impossible to find it.


    Then, he plopped onto his bed and fell asleep.


    After an unknown period, Tron was awakened by a loud noise as his door flew off its hinges.


    "Bam!"


    Three people, two of them, a young Apprentice Magi and the other was the Servant''s Head entered into his room and stood by the side with their heads lowered. The glow on the two apprentice Magi''s enhanced gloves dimmed.


    Almost immediately, a youngdy in a white, tightly-fitted gown walked majestically into the room with an imposing aura.


    Tron woke up with confusion on his face but then his expression froze for an instant, his eyes locked onto Kane as he growled angrily.


    "Kane! Isn''t it enough that you tried to have me killed? What are you trying to do right now!? No matter what, I am not scared of you!"


    Tron suddenly clutched his chest and coughed violently, his face turning deathly pale as if he were in agonizing pain.


    The young woman''s eyes swept around, taking in every detail of the cramped servant''s quarters. A faint frown stained her wless brows.


    Dust motes danced in the air, a sight that made the Supervisor unconformable.


    She was, after all, a meticulous woman, ustomed to the pristine order of her own chambers.


    The disarray of this room was almost unbearable.


    Kane was at first surprised that the rumors were true and Tron was truly alive but then he recovered and snapped, "Last night, two first-year students were murdered in the academy. Now, the academy is in search for the killer. Mage Daphne is going to question you and you need to reply truthfully. If there is a single lie in your words then your life will be in danger!"


    Kane turned around and his ferocious appearance suddenly turned ttery, like a dog.


    Supervisor Daphne simply didn''t put the ttery of these ves in her eyes.


    She smoothed a nonexistent wrinkle from her immacte white dress, a habit born of a lifelong obsession with cleanliness.


    She directly went forward and immediately, her enchanted gloves glowed. Faint wisp of mana escaped her palms forming three crimson visible threads as theytched on Tron''s neck, hand, and chest, "Where were youst night? And where do your woundse from?"


    A magical lie detector.


    Tron felt his blood run cold and his face filled with panic,  seeming as if he werepletely shocked and overwhelmed.


    His voice trembled as he said, "I was severely injured by an Acolyte this morning for my unruly behavior. Because my injuries were fatal, I missed today''s work. I ask the Mage for mercy!"


    Supervisor Daphne frowned. She didn''t doubt the terror and panic in this servant''s voice.


    Even the words he spoke were the truth. She asked, "Was anyone there when he got injured?"


    Kane wanted to see Tron suffer, but he didn''t dare tell lies.


    He nodded reluctantly and spoke, "Tron was indeed injured by an Acolyte yesterday as punishment for poisoning the Acolyte''s mount."


    Kane made sure to emphasize the word poisoning.


    Tron couldn''t help but re at Kane. He truly wish to strangle him to death there and now.


    Supervisor Daphne nced at Tron''s horrified expression and inwardly shook her head.


    This servant didn''t possess a single trace of mana within him and also looked like a sickly ghost on the verge of death, and even his disposition seemed like that of a timid little mouse. How could someone like him possibly kill a mage even if they were acolytes? But since she was here, she had to investigate!


    She waved her hand, a gesture almost dainty in its precision,


    "Search the room!"


    Kane immediately started searching physically while the two other acolytes made simple arcane spell models that looked like apass as they tracked the presence of arcane energy.


    Kane wasn''t at all polite, he immediately overturned the entire room, leaving everything in a chaotic mess, much to Daphne''s dismay.


    Of course, neither he nor the acolytes found anything.


    The woman in the white dress furrowed her brows as she nced at her palm. Faint wisp of mana gathered around her palm.


    But then, she closed her fist and said to Tron. "You can take the month off to heal."


    Then she simply turned around, her white dress swirling around her ankles like a pristine cloud.


    "We''re leaving. "


    Kane respectfully bowed. He cast back a cold re before he left, seemingly unwilling to leave like this.


    Tron lowered his head, hiding his expression from the line of sight. In reality, his heart was pounding incredibly fast at this moment. The deaths of Jason and Gird had actually been noticed so quickly!