On the grounds belonging to the hospital, numerous people arrived and looked at each other.
"I must say that if I get the treasure and any of you try to get in my way, we will go to war," said a man dressed in white robes as he arrived behind those who had arrived first.
Seeing him arrive, several frowned. The Alchemists’ Tower was involved in this, and sending the son of the Tower Leader meant that they were really interested in recovering that treasure.
They wondered how much the kingdom paid them to recover it, since it didn’t matter to all organizations.
"Mr. Arnold Jr., if you are here, it means that what we felt was not a lie, and it was the treasure, right?"
"Hmph, obviously it’s the treasure." Arnold Jr., the eldest son of a world-renowned man, the demigod Arnold, the kingdom’s greatest alchemist, looked around.
"This was where the breach first appeared, right?" he asked.
"Yes, sir." One of his subordinates spoke up. "It’s an insane asylum hospital; everyone was killed."
"Well, fewer lunatics for the world," Arnold Jr. sneered.
A comment that his subordinates thought was completely out of line. While they were crazy, the members of this hospital, it wasn’t enough to wish them dead... was it?
But there was nothing they could do. Arnold Jr. was always like that—a man with a somewhat twisted sense of humor.
"What about those beasts?" He pointed to the beasts scattered on the ground.
"Um... I don’t know. Maybe they came out through the breach."
"Wow." Arnold Jr. laughed a little. "It seems the Kazaks are raising pets, but as always, they have terrible taste."
"Haha, probably." His subordinates still didn’t see the funny side of it, so they just forced a laugh.
While they were talking about the place, someone in the crowd shouted.
Many of those present were alarmed and turned toward the man, who was looking in the other direction, where Brandon was coming with several of his followers.
"What happened, Prince Brandon?" Someone ran up, seeing that he appeared to be injured.
Several people gathered around him, curious.
"Nothing serious, I fought with the thief who stole the item earlier, and he threw a building at me, that’s all," he replied casually.
’That’s all?’ Some swallowed hard, wondering what would happen if a building were thrown at them.
They would surely be in trouble.
"Is he powerful?" someone asked. "Since you faced him... You must know his abilities or appearance, more or less."
"That’s right, Prince Brandon. If you can tell us, we will help you find him with all our strength," added another.
Brandon scoffed. ’Damn opportunists, do you think you’re going to get something out of me? Dream on!’
"I don’t know his abilities because he was strong on his own and had several allies, who were quite powerful. I didn’t see his appearance either; he wore assassin’s suits. But I don’t know how he managed to disappear. When I lost track of him, I was under the rubble." He sighed, clearly frustrated and regretful.
Even so, he knew this was a golden opportunity to get everyone on his side. He couldn’t let a group that was presumably Ryan’s complete this mission.
That would be a disgrace to himself.
"That’s why I came to you. I am using my army to surround the entire area and search tirelessly for him. He can’t have gotten too far. As the Third Prince of the Kingdom, I request and order you to help me in this. We need to find him before he escapes, and we are very close to one of the city gates," he said.
Several of them frowned at his suggestion. Others beat their chests, assuring him they would help; these were the weakest.
For the rest, it was difficult to accept this suggestion.
Brandon looked at Arnold Jr. and greeted him. "Young Mr. Arnold, we understand that you have your own plans, but if you help me, you will also be helping yourselves," he said.
Arnold looked at him. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"The second brother is helping me with the mission this time. We are in close contact; he is now protecting the gate to prevent an escape on this side."
’The Second Prince?’ Arnold Jr. frowned.
The Second Prince is one of the most important members of the Alchemist Tower. The demigod Arnold incredibly values him as his disciple.
If he was really participating in the mission with Brandon, they were partially obligated to help him, so he nodded gently.
"If that turns out to be the case, then we will help you, Third Prince," he replied.
Brandon smiled. "Good. Then we need to formulate a plan, because that guy is probably underground."
"Underground? Some kind of hidden, special room?"
"Yes. I don’t know where, but he should be. Otherwise, I can’t explain how he suddenly disappeared."
"I see." Arnold nodded. "That makes sense."
Once everyone agreed on what to do, the plan began to unfold before them, triggering a relentless search for the thief who stole the king’s item.
Time passed quite quickly.
After 45 minutes, Ryan could absorb all the spirits inside the item. The item remained the same, but it no longer contained any spirits, so he needed to go through the long purification process again.
A process that he didn’t care about, as the effectiveness of these items was much lower than the effectiveness of his own way of absorbing spirits.
After finishing, he got up.
’I have 30 minutes left,’ he thought, and went over to see what Martin had brought earlier.
The Kazaks were there... well, one was missing, but that was because it had been taken to headquarters for investigation. But the main one was present.
Gagged, but conscious. Martin’s own power bound them, so there was no need to worry about them.
He approached and studied them for a moment. For origınal chapters go to 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝕟𝕖𝕥
’I’ve always wondered about this, but where exactly do these guys come from?’ he thought.
In the novel, the only confirmation of where they came from was the Divine Portal, which was corrupted by the Divine of Chaos at the end of novel 1.
But the mysteries surrounding this race implied many things. Transformations, special magic, a magical system superior to theirs...
Moreover, those numbers reflect their power; they are a peculiar race.
’Well, someday I’ll find out, I guess.’ He sighed and moved them around until he had them in the corners. They had to be blown to pieces to prevent anything from escaping.
Finally, Ryan walked over to Sara’s body.
She was the main character of the night.