Another World Mall

"What?"

"How can that be?"

"He truly disappeared before your eyes?"

"You really heard him say ’Teleport?’ You’re not joking, right?"

The Sword Saint couldn’t help but grit his teeth. This was the first time he had to face something like this. The Prophet and the others couldn’t believe themselves.

The Sword Saint said, "Everything seemed to be strange. First of all, he was able to enter without any signs. It was clear that someone had helped him. I believe this guy was the one."

The Sword Saint showed a picture of the helper. After that, he raised his finger. "After entering the tower, he escaped through the surface, which broke his usual pattern. The problem was the fact that only four people knew about me hiding in the underworld before the operation.

"However, those four people had their own alibis. They didn’t seem to be the ones leaking that information.

"Could Ghost help him? In this scenario, the Ghost shouldn’t have the ability to find out where I was.

"So, there might be something weird going on. Remember the auction? People claimed that Clovis Hacfield could produce an artifact in the same way as he produced the paintings.

"Think about this. Wasn’t his mansion robbed? After searching for the paintings all this time, there was no trace of them. It was as if everything had completely disappeared."

"You’re saying Clovis Hacfield destroyed them?" The Spear Saint frowned.

"No. Not destroying them. He must be hiding them with the same method as his ’teleportation.’"

"!!!" The Spear Saint looked surprised. However, it actually had a few links that could make it quite reasonable.

If Clovis was the one hiding them in a way they didn’t understand, it was no wonder why there was no trace of it.

Clovis created a picture in their mind that he had been robbed. He took the fall and endured his reputation being smeared online.

Because of that very reason, they believed Clovis had indeed been robbed. What if everything was a lie? What if Clovis had been fooling them all this time?

If Clovis could teleport, he definitely could hide the paintings easily.

Once he connected the dots, he realized that Clovis had been hiding his fangs all this time.

"Shit..." Carrick gritted his teeth.

"I believe that his ability is related to his affinity, his blood. When he tried to use his teleportation, he bit his thumbs and smeared his blood on the two girls’ cheeks.

"I couldn’t think of other reasons than the fact that his blood was the necessary ingredient to activate his power.

"This, of course, might be a lie as well, but if that was the case, there should be some trace of blood in Clovis’ other paintings or the artifacts. Could we secure them in one way or another?" the Sword Saint asked.

The Prophet, who had been silent all this time, couldn’t help but say, "Carrick..."

"Yes?" The Spear Saint frowned, wondering what he wanted to do.

"Rob one painting and one artifact. Test the theory. If they don’t have any blood traces, we have to think of another way."

The Spear Saint asked, "What if the theory is correct? We can’t exactly stop him from using his blood, right? People might come after him, but he has enough power to fight against the Sword Saint. All those people won’t be able to deal with him."

The Sword Saint agreed. "Although I hate to say this, three of them combined are already equal to me. Even though there’s a time limit, equal is equal. If all the members of the Libation Fiesta had fought together, there’s no telling what would have happened."

The Prophet shook his head. "It doesn’t matter. If the theory is proven, we will announce it. Even if they can’t defeat him, he will greatly be inconvenienced by those pests. They should be able to hinder him a bit."

"We couldn’t exactly tell him to spread his power so that everyone in the world could benefit from it, could we?"

"No." The Spear Saint shook his head. "When we demanded it like that, he would probably turn it around by saying we wanted his power to kill him or something along those lines."

"What about his stay there? Did he find anything from the tower?"

"I couldn’t determine it." The Sword Saint shook his head helplessly. "It didn’t activate for me."

The Spear Saint added, "Anyway, we need to prove that theory first. To secure those things, I need help. My reputation is already falling hard, so I will need someone to help me. In addition, the others will have to restrain Michael Hacfield and Ezekiel Elseingarde."

The Sword Saint asked, "Should I go with you?"

He was the one who had gotten hit this time, so he wanted a bit of revenge.

"Sure." The Spear Saint nodded with a serious expression.

"In that case, continue to monitor the situation. Once you get it, immediately have it examined. If there is truly his blood there, find a way to secure his blood as well. We will use his blood to make our own artifacts."

The Spear Saint agreed. "Still, don’t you think it’s that easy? True, Clovis Hacfield has been hiding his ability all this time. It might be related to this. He won’t be able to protect his blood, but this matter is going to be known.

"In other words, his value will rise even further. Many people are willing to get on his good side. Even more people are willing to marry their daughters to him, even if it’s just for the sake of a few drops of blood."

The Prophet shook his head. "There should be another activation condition. If it’s that simple, he won’t be called Clovis Hacfield."

"Fair enough." The Spear Saint sighed. "Securing the blood first and trying to find out how to use it."

"That’s the general plan. However, don’t slack off on protecting the tower as well."

They all nodded at the same time.

While they were worrying about Clovis’ power, Clovis had come out from Another World Mall with Christina and Aileen. Christina was glowing because she had enjoyed her stay in Another World Mall thoroughly, while Aileen was finishing her ice cream.

"Let’s go home, shall we?"