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Chapter 315: Freedom?

Chapter 315"I am confident in my ability, let me do it," he told the woman.

Seeing the woman still hesitate, he could not help but feel irritated.

The demonic head could come back, and it was a dangerous situation.

He didn’t have time to tolerate such nonsense.

That too, after he had saved her just now.

"Mia, stop it.

" A guy with a stern expression spoke.

He came forth and bent down to Oliver’s height, allowing him access to his collar.

"This person here has saved us all.

I don’t know the circumstances, but with this collar, we are as good as dead in this place.

Do as he says.

" He met Oliver’s eyes resolutely and said, "Please forgive her.

She has gone through a lot.

Breaking an artifact requires precise control over espera, and any mistake could lead to the death of the victim.

Please break my collar first.

I am sure this will reassure everyone.

" Oliver felt a little flustered by such strong eye contact and could only look down at the collar.

This man was obviously someone in a senior ranking amongst the group, as the others looked on silently.

"Sure.

" Since the man trusted him with his life, Oliver would naturally be careful.

He didn’t care who came first; he had to do this quickly.

’If it’s a standard collar, it should be easier to remove.

’ He recalled how rescue teams would easily disable such collars in the novel every time they conquered a demon region.

He placed his hand on the metallic artifact and channeled his espera slowly into the device.

’Hmm, it’s an intricate design...

’ He mapped the whole device with his espera.

A few clicks sounded in the silent cell.

Clank!

The collar fell to the ground with a clanking sound.

"Huh!?

So quick!?

" The man who had his eyes closed was stunned.

So was everyone present in the vicinity.

"This...

" The man looked at the collar lying on the ground and then back at Oliver, who was also looking down.

"Sir, by any chance, are you a clone of a high-ranking exorcist?

" he asked respectfully and carefully.

The speed at which the collar was disabled was astonishingly fast—just a few seconds.

This level of control was only possible for someone with extreme control over their espera.

The man was right to suspect that Oliver was not an actual child but a clone of a high-ranking exorcist.

"No.

Next, please come forward.

" Oliver shook his head and didn’t bother to explain.

He was in a hurry.

Seeing him deny this made the man even more confused as he moved aside, signaling another member to step forward.

However, he still found it hard to believe that Oliver was not a clone but an actual child.

How could that be?

There were too many bizarre things.

His sudden appearance out of nowhere in demon lands, his abnormal strength, his espera control...

But if he had been such an exorcist, he should have known about the sealing collar.

He should not have needed someone like him to explain that it was a standard sealing artifact.

The man had many doubts but could only suppress them now in this delicate situation.

After a few minutes, most of them were freed of the collars.

"I can feel it, my espera...!

" "Finally!

It’s like I am alive again...

" "Sniff...

we are still alive...

" Some of them had tearful expressions while rejoicing in their regained espera.

Oliver looked at them with complicated feelings.

They were still in the middle of demon lands and had to return back to the human area first before celebrating like this.

But he let them be.

He glanced at the man who had been looking at him from before.

The man came forward, bowing as he said, "Senior, I am grateful for your help.

If not for you, we would have been dead sooner or later.

You gave everyone hope again.

" He glanced at the energetic crowd with a wry smile.

They were so happy that they didn’t even thank their savior.

But it was understandable—they had literally walked out of death’s grip.

Oliver merely shook his head.

"As I told you before, I am not a senior.

I am just a kid.

" He didn’t want them to mistake him for some old senior.

If that really happened, they might ask him to lead them back to human safe areas.

He was already struggling to survive; he dared not take any more burden.

Although he didn’t think much of it, Agnes alone was a lot of strain on his back.

It was one of the reasons he was trying to train her as much as possible.

He only endured this since she was a special case.

"Be careful.

You lot are on your own now.

I have my own things to do.

All I can say is that leave this city immediately.

Things will get extremely chaotic very soon.

" He paused before continuing.

"Although I am not sure myself where you can go, there are deserts all around...

" He recalled his endless journey in the sand.

"Anyways, this is all I can say.

Leave as soon as you can.

Gather what you can to make your escape.

The master of the mansion is out temporarily, but he’ll be back soon.

And I am serious—I won’t be able to help you from here on.

If you are found, you are dead.

If you can’t find a way out, you are dead.

" He said this in a serious tone to the man, also indirectly notifying him of his intent.

The man closed his eyes for a moment before clasping his hands and bowing again.

"I understand.

We will leave and won’t bother you, senior.

" He seemed to have understood something and went back to his group with a serious expression.

’Senior again?

I just told him...

’ Oliver frowned.

He felt the man might have misunderstood his words.

But nonetheless, his goal was achieved, and he left the group alone and went upstairs.

Spreading his senses, he found multiple rooms in the mansion.

More or less, all of them were identically designed.

He wanted to see if he could find something of worth in the mansion—perhaps some treasures.

However, there were simply too many rooms, and he had too little time.

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