"Lord Colin!"
Connie looked up at Colin, who had landed in front of her, her eyes slightly widened in disbelief and filled with surprise.
"Um." Colin looked at her and nodded slightly, then his expression turned serious as he looked at the theater.
The snow had already stopped, and without realizing it, the wind also seemed to have quietly ceased.
On the open ground in front of the theater, Silver-armored Guards were scattered around the tall entrance hall, their expressions solemn. Scanning the area, Colin did not see Wild.
He paused and asked, "Connie, where is His Majesty the King?"
If one wanted to quickly understand the situation in the theater, aside from Ivan and Anthony, the best person to ask was undoubtedly King Wild.
Upon hearing this, concern flashed across Connie's face, and she turned to look at the theater, speaking softly,
"My father and Hayden entered the theater."
Entered the theater...
"When?" Colin pressed.
"Just after the sound from the theater stopped," Connie replied.
After the sound had stopped... that meant they had just gone in not long ago.
Hm?
Suddenly, Colin turned his head to look at the theater entrance.
There, amidst a commotion among the Silver-armored Guards, Wild and Hayden emerged together!
Wild was in front, head bowed, his expression grave, still showing traces of fright, as if he had seen something unbelievable.
"Dad," Connie said softly.
Perhaps Wild was still caught up in the anger or the scenes he had witnessed inside the theater, he only bowed his head, deep in thought, and did not respond.
"Dad—" Connie repeated, "Lord Colin has returned."
"Connie, don't disturb..." Wild looked up, saying instinctively, his gaze somewhat vacant.
But the next moment, when he saw Colin, his eyes suddenly focused, and a flicker of joy emerged from deep within.
"Lord Colin!" he hurriedly greeted.
"Your Majesty," Colin responded, then, still focused on the theater, he asked, "What exactly is the situation here?"
Wild, seeing him ask proactively, felt even more incredulous.
He had thought Colin might have left earlier…
"What's going on? Hurry and explain it to me briefly," Colin urged.
Though the banging sound had disappeared and everything seemed over,
he was not taking it lightly.
Whether he had to interfere or not, he first needed to understand the current situation, to clarify his own position and comprehend why he could hear the sound from such a far distance...
After understanding, if this crisis was beyond his ability, he wouldn't recklessly show off.
But if it was within his power, he couldn't stand by and do nothing.
After all, this was his steadfast human nature, his bottom line, the only beacon anchoring his heart in this world filled with murky darkness.
'Knowledge's end is mysterious… and the only light that can anchor rationality is human nature.'
He hadn't forgotten this proverb, widely circulated in the Wizard World, which he had once mentioned to Regina.
If he left out of fear without understanding anything, he would definitely regret it.
Wild didn't delay any further and organized his words to tell Colin everything he knew.
A moment later, Colin nodded slightly, digesting what Wild had said.
Clearly, this was a typical sacrificial event, but the specific object of the sacrifice was unknown; it could be divine, or perhaps a demon, or even some unknown entity.
However, judging by the quantity of the sacrifice, the "thing" summoned should not be very powerful... Colin breathed a sigh of relief.
But to be certain, more information was needed.
With a thought, Colin took out the Knowledge Crystal Ball.
The McIntosh Wizard Tower had been unmanaged for too long, and the tower spirit had been in a state of insufficient origin energy for a long time... To reduce the burden, the knowledge stored inside the tower spirit had long since dwindled.
Later, after the two raids by the Blackstone Family and Wizard Lap, as well as the mutual consumption with Erica...
By the time Erica gifted it to him, the Knowledge Crystal Ball only contained fragmented knowledge, mainly about Magic Potions.
Other knowledge, such as Magic Meditation, was basically absent.
But, assuming a dead horse as a living one, he would search first, and if nothing was found, then he would think of other solutions.
Night... prostitute... female... thirteen... dismembered body... eyeballs... Tower of Flesh...
Colin carefully sifted through the information.
Soon, a fragment of information entered his mind.
"Conor Reeves Tower?" he murmured.
A demon named Conor Reeves, known for spreading cruel rituals among humans...
As if recalling something else, Colin looked up at the apprehensive Wild and asked,
"You mentioned there's been a new change inside the theater... What exactly has changed?"
Wild paused at his words and let out a soft breath, saying,
"Lord Colin, it's hard to accurately describe in words. If you want to understand the specific situation, it might be best for you to see it on-site."
Colin pondered for a moment and nodded, "Let's go."
"May I come along with you, Lord Colin?" Connie interjected from the side.
Wild turned his head to look at her, his eyes clearly expressing deterrence.
He didn't want Connie involved in these matters.
Connie smoothed out a lock of hair by her ear, turned her head, and focused on Colin, pretending not to notice Wild's expression.