Zich almost instinctively spat out, ‘No!’ and he resisted the urge to swing Windur at Glen’s neck with all his might. In reality, only his hands wiggled on Windur and even as his instincts stirred up a rebellion inside him, Zich continued to assess the situation. ‘Should I help this guy here and suppress Til?’ However, was that part of Glen’s plan? If it was, he needed to hinder it at all costs somehow.

‘Would this guy want to share the credit of finding the culprit with me?’ There was no way. A sly guy like Glen would certainly not do something that would force him to divide the merit and fame of solving a huge case like this. Then, there was only one reason why Glen was behaving this way.

‘He must have prepared something up his sleeves so that Til wouldn’t get caught.’ By the time Zich thought to this point, he caught a swarm of other presences with his senses.

Wuahhhhhhh! He heard a rough monstrous cry, and when Zich turned in the direction of the noise, he saw a cluster of monsters rushing toward his direction.

‘They are quite strong monsters.’ He didn’t see weak monsters like kobolds or goblins—he only saw large monsters like ogres....