CHAPTER-40 Train Attack

" Your primary task now is to make sure he doesn't resort to using his body to shield others from spells,"

Betsy remarked coldly, her stern gaze cutting through the room.

The memory of Darren deflecting the death curse with his own body still lingered, a narrow escape from disaster.

"Hahaha, are you serious? Blocking spells with your own body?

" Pisa Frank couldn't help but burst into laughter. Although he restrained himself, his amusement faded when he noticed the formidable lady of the Greengrass family glaring at him, wand at the ready.

Franc's laughter turned into a bitter grimace. "Hahaha, are you daft? In the Frank family, my grandfather might have killed you...with a whip...beaten to death..."

His jovial tone dwindled as he noticed the disdainful gaze of the Greengrass lady fixed upon him.

Seeking support, Pisa turned to his brother Ace Frank, who shook his head in silent acknowledgment of his brother's folly.

The amusement at the "hemp wizard" had been short-lived, and now, in the solemn atmosphere, nobody knew how to react to Darren's presence.

"Come on, teach him a lesson!" Betsy impatiently tossed her wand, wondering why there was hesitation among the students.

Perplexed and desperate, the Frank brothers subtly pushed Dulogar, who had been observing from the sidelines, forward. Dulogar reluctantly stepped into the spotlight.

"I suppose I need to impart a lesson with my wand today... Sister?" Dulogar hesitated, glancing at Betsy. However, she seemed uninterested in his wand.

Dulogar, perplexed, sought clarification. "The lesson?"

"You teach him a lesson! I won't stop you!" Betsy responded, visibly annoyed.

Dulogar turned to Darren, who stood innocently. Glancing at his fellow students, Dulogar realized he was on his own. "Oh."

Observing the unfolding scene, Darren fought back laughter.

The students grappled with conflicting emotions—ridicule for Darren and adherence to Betsy's desire for a lesson.

Betsy, growing more frustrated, addressed Dulogar, "Useless waste, stand there without doing anything! Get out of the way!"

Darren chuckled at the peculiar dynamics among the students. Sensing an opportunity, he turned to Betsy with a warm smile

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"Sister Betsy, I understand now. You're looking out for my well-being. Your concern stems from my attempt to shield you from that spell. I assure you, I won't repeat it. Thank you for your care!"

Surprised by Darren's genuine smile, Betsy tried to maintain her composure. "I don't care about you. Don't get too cocky. Since you rejected my friendship... Well, I'll give you another chance. Come and align yourself with me!"

Just as Darren was about to respond, a sudden alert from the system interrupted the unfolding drama.

[Ding, the system detects a Holy Father performance around the host, initiating a task: "Quickly walked over to Betsy, block her right side with your body, and then call urgently: Sister, get down!"]

[Ding, get the bloodline talent after the mission is completed: natural healing, do you receive it?]

[Accept].

Darren subtly approached Betsy, noticing a red dot on her body.

A sniper rifle! The mission was acceptable, but Darren couldn't help but wonder—what kind of troubles had the prominent lady of the Greengrass family found herself entangled in? Who had she offended?

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