The Lost Red Crystal Gargoyle!

Because of the "gift" of the Red Crystal Gargoyle, Timothy waved his hand and gave the alchemy formula for the Flaming Soul Restoring Elixir to Mas.

After Mas obtained the formula, he was no longer willing to continue entertaining this person who was about to die. After all, he still had an appointment with Belek, so he directly left with Sha You and the others.

In an instant, when Mas and the others reached the gates of the Storm Empire's capital city, they finally saw Belek and the others. Looking at their sweaty bodies, they must have been waiting here for a long time.

Belek and his servants were like ants on a hot pan because of the weather and the long absence of Mas and his men.

When Belek saw how Mas was deep in thought, his anxious heart was finally relieved. His originally anxious expression instantly changed into a smile.

"President Belek, I'm sorry. I took care of some time on the way, causing me to be a little late. I saw your anxious expression just now. You're not afraid that I'll run away, are you?" Seeing Belek's deflated expression, Mas could not help but laugh heartily. Even the four people behind him covered their mouths and giggled.

Seeing that he had been exposed, Belek could only laugh and apologize. "How could that be? Brother Dyson, isn't the weather hot? That's why I'm a little anxious. If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't have given you the behemoth's skull!"

Although Belek said that, both of them knew that he was indeed afraid of Mas running away with the money.

Hearing Belek's forceful explanation, Mas did not point it out. He glanced at the boxes of alchemy materials that Belek's servant had stored in the carriage, and the corner of his mouth lifted.

"Since that's the case, let's set off!" Mas called out, leading the group out of the city gates.

Belek had made preparations for this trip. He brought ten advanced Level 3 professionals and two Level 4 professionals.

The two Level 4 professionals were knight and priest respectively.

Belek was very afraid of death. Apart from the entire Rotterdam Continent, many people in the Storm Empire wanted his life.

Mas and Belek spent more than an hour before they finally left the core region of the Storm Empire.

It was only then that Mas finally used his mind to order the Red Crystal Gargoyle hiding beside Timothy to attack. After killing Timothy, it flew back to him.

As for whether the Red Crystal Gargoyle could kill Timothy directly, that was not within his consideration. Timothy was at most a Level 3 intermediate or beginner alchemist. It was not difficult for him to be ambushed and killed by the Red Crystal Gargoyle when he was unprepared and without sufficient trump cards.

It would be strange if he could not kill Timothy. After all, that was a Red Crystal Gargoyle that was comparable to an advanced Level 5 professional!

As for what kind of trouble the Red Crystal Gargoyle would cause after killing Timothy, that was not within his consideration.

After all, the emperor was far away. Without evidence, no one could find fault with him.

Even if he had needs in the future, he just had to ask for help from Belek.

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"Here, here, and here! As expected of the recently famous Master Mas!

"This craftsmanship, this technique, that Master Mas actually refined this strange alchemical creature that has long disappeared. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would really find it hard to believe!" Timothy was in his courtyard, carefully sizing up the Red Crystal Gargoyle that was squatting on the ground. His eyes were filled with admiration and he constantly praised it elegantly.

However, suddenly, the Red Crystal Gargoyle that was squatting on the ground spread its wings and stood up.

Its red eyes stared fixedly at Timothy as if it wanted to devour him.

"What's going on? Has the control core malfunctioned?" Timothy did not seem to notice the impending danger as he continued to fiddle with the control core in his hand.

When he noticed the Red Crystal Gargoyle, he heard a sharp whistling sound coming from behind him. Timothy was scared out of his wits.

"When did this happen? When did this Gargoyle get tampered with? I clearly have the control core of this alchemical creature, but why can't I control it? Could it be…"

As a rather smart person, Timothy immediately understood the situation but he could no longer make a sound as he looked at his separated body. Before he could call for help, he was cut in half by the Gargoyle!

Then, the Gargoyle soared into the sky and flew rapidly in the direction of Mas.

Thinking that he was about to face a Level 8 expert, Belek's blood could not help but tremble. He was a Level 8 professional, which was terrifying enough even if he was only a beginner! One had to know that in the entire Rotterdam Continent, the highest rank on the surface was only a Level 7 advanced professional. There might also be other Level 8 individuals but he did not know.

Thinking that he would be able to meet such an expert soon, Belek felt a sense of satisfaction surging from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head.

At the thought of it, Belek was like a curious baby, asking questions like Mas.

"Brother Dyson, how old is Master Mas?"

"Brother Dyson, does Master Mas like that? Which one? The one that all men like!"

"Brother Dyson, does Master Mas have children?"

"Brother Dyson, where does Master Mas live?"