At the same time, a glass was smashed to the ground in another tent.

"What the hell does that mean? How in the world did that bastard come back alive from such a situation!?" shouted Mr. Becker in great anger.

Caspian White's tantrums were precisely the same, as they were furious at the turn of events.

They had risked so much and could have been found out if anything went wrong; Mr. Becker himself had to poison his arm with a strange poison to explain why he didn't save those students.

And it had all gone wrong!

A useless little student destroyed everything they had planned!

They were so angry that they couldn't contain themselves as they smashed various things on the ground.

After several minutes, they finally calmed down, and Mr. Becker felt his head hurt.

"This is a problem." He said, slightly annoyed.

Caspian White looked at him confusedly, "Mr. Becker, what do you mean? Even if that guy got lucky this time, next time, he won't have the same luck. I don't know how the hell he got out of that situation, but I'm sure he won't be able to do it a second time." He spoke.

And Mr. Becker nodded to him as well, he agreed with that.

"I'm not worried about that. If I want to, I can kill him at any time. The problem is bigger than that." He said, stunning Caspian, who looked at him in confusion.

"What do you mean, Mr. Becker?" he asked.

"...That old Oliver will doubt us and the authenticity of my mission here. If they investigate thoroughly, they might even give my master or your family trouble, and that's not something we want right now." He replied.

Still, his answer confused Caspian even more.

"Why do you say so? Why would they doubt us?" he asked, making Lord Becker look at him like this guy was stupid.

"You bastard, how the hell did you become that Woman's Underling? Are you this stupid every day?" Lord Becker asked angrily, though he ignored Caspian's reaction and spoke again.

"We came here and assured him that guy was dead. You even said you saw him die. Do you understand what that means? They'll think our testimony is a lie, which could trigger them to investigate us thoroughly!" He spoke.

Caspian stepped back when he heard this, and his body trembled slightly.

'...Shit... If, because of me, we get caught... I'm dead... No, my whole family will be!' He thought in shock and couldn't help but feel bitter.

"Sir... This… This is problematic. I haven't seen it like this." He said and smiled sheepishly.

Mr. Becker didn't mind this, "That's why, whatever happens, if we are investigated, we cannot deny our previous statement. We can say that perhaps it was the dizziness from the poison and the various injuries we received that made us look bad. But we can never admit that it was a lie." Lord Becker said and stared at Caspian, grabbing him by the clothes.

"Do you understand me?" He asked as he looked at him menacingly.

Caspian White nodded repeatedly, and then Mr. Becker released him.

"If they don't investigate us, it's better, but we should prepare well for what might come in case they do." He said, and after that, they talked for several hours straight until someone asked to come in.

'Oliver Jones... Shit, this guy really doubts us.' Thought Mr. Becker when he heard the voice of the person outside. He soon ushered him in.

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After returning to his tent, Matt focused on recovering, and his thoughts wandered from side to side.

This time, he had a lot to think about.

The first thing that filled his mind was that strange power that came to him while fighting that devourer.

No matter how much he thinks, he still doesn't understand what it is.

A strange but immense power entered his body, making him turn around a situation initially lost. But that power didn't come because he activated an ability or anything like that; it came on its own, and just like that, it left.

That is, to say the least, strange.

'What gave me that power? I remember feeling a growing hatred in my heart before that; could it be that the power came associated with hatred? Is it like the fantasy novels of my world? Or maybe there's something else?' He thought.

The various options he considered told him that couldn't be the case. And that brings him back to the first question without being able to resolve anything.

'This is frustrating... If I could control a power like that, I wouldn't have a problem for a while.' He thought and sighed.

Even if he wanted to know what that power meant and where it came from, he could not. Therefore, he decided to think about another subject.

The second topic of concern in his head was the devourers.

This time, he could confirm one thing.

Devourers can use the mana used by humans or other races, such as elves.

That means they become strong by consuming mana, using the same methods as humans or other similar races.

But they also become strong by consuming vampire blood and vampires themselves!

'What kind of broken race is that? They are vampires, but at the same time, they can use the way to become strong from humans. What is the real weakness of these guys?' Matt was confused, unable to understand what was happening with that race.

To the best of their knowledge, vampires cannot use mana, and if they can, it is only in minimal amounts, as all of a vampire's power comes from blood. Blood is their mana, and the real mana has no enhancing effects on them.

That means he is limited in that aspect; he cannot become strong as he did before, but he must think of new ways now that he is a vampire.

But devourers don't need to think about that; they can become strong however they want.

'What a strange and troublesome race.' Matt thought to himself after thinking this far.

Still, something soon happened that brought him out of his thoughts.

"Boy, haven't you left yet?" he asked, making Matt interested.

'Mr. Oliver? Do he have anything new to say?' Matt thought doubtfully and allowed him to enter.