Global Beast Mastery: Only I Can See the Hints

There aren't many ways to make money in a short time, so Charles planned to craft more revival pills recently.

This miracle drug, used for healing, is quite popular and fetches a good price.

If the success rate of his crafting improves, there will still be a decent profit margin.

On his way back, Charles kept thinking, "If more people come this afternoon, and I can loot some bodies, maybe I'll strike it rich!"

He just didn't know if the attackers who came after him had any loot that would belong to him after being slain.

"After all, I was the bait, surely I deserve a share of the fish that gets caught." Charles thought as he returned to the academy.

Time passed quickly, and the afternoon classes came to an end.

After briefly chatting with Catherine, Charles left the academy and headed to the place he had arranged to meet Byron.

He pulled out his phone and sent Byron a message:

[I'm here, where are you?]

Byron replied: [On my way, I'll be there soon. Just wait a bit.]

Charles put his phone away, his expression unreadable.

He knew that Byron and the people behind him were definitely watching to see if Charles had brought anyone else.

But Dean Jamie and the others were not so easy to spot, were they?

Charles wasn't in a hurry and waited for about ten more minutes.

Finally, Byron's figure appeared around the corner, running over while pretending to be out of breath.

"Mr. Charles, I'm here. I got held up on the way." Byron said in a low voice.

He was dressed all in black, wearing a mask and a hat, clearly trying to avoid being recognized by others.

Charles pretended to be curious and asked, "What's with the getup? Are you hiding from someone?"

Byron was startled and quickly explained, "No, no, no! I just thought it would be better to keep a low profile. If others find out we took the rare metal materials, we might get targeted."

Charles nodded and said, "That makes sense. I'll wear a mask too, and you can lead the way for now."

The two of them didn't linger any longer and headed out of the city.

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Behind them, Winston's figure quietly emerged. He didn't rush to follow Charles immediately, instead, he waited a moment longer.

Only after not spotting anyone else following them did he slowly walk out of the city.

At the same time, others were keeping an eye on Charles.

Once they saw Charles leaving the city with a mysterious person, they immediately reported back to their superiors.

In Genosha Calivia, at the Taylor family home,

Zane was sprawled out on the sofa, the living room a mess from his rampage.

Ever since the incident at the Robinson family banquet yesterday, he hadn't set foot outside, staying home to vent his anger.

Whenever Zane caught someone's gaze, memories of kneeling before Charles in front of so many prominent families flooded his mind.

That was a mental scar he could never overcome!

"Charles! I will make sure you pay for this!" Zane gritted his teeth. He had considered revenge, but after returning home last night,

His father, Benson, had repeatedly warned him not to entertain any thoughts of attacking Charles.

"Alright, stay at home for a while and adjust yourself before going out." Benson said, glancing at a message on his phone. He didn't mention that he no longer dared to have any thoughts about Charles.

He had already been warned that if he laid a hand on Charles, the consequences would be beyond what the Taylor family could bear.

At that time, they didn't even know that Charles was Ezra's apprentice. Now that he knew, even if Benson had the opportunity, he wouldn't dare to act rashly.

This grudge had to be avenged, but not now!

Seeing his son Zane's lost expression, Benson felt a pang of sympathy, but for the sake of the Taylor family, he had no choice.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he made a phone call.

"Leo, stay put in Calivia today. Don't go anywhere, understood?"

On the other end of the line, Leo's surprised voice replied, "Got it, Head of the Family."

After hanging up, Benson let out a sigh of relief and returned to his study.

"You should be grateful that you didn't choose to go after Charles, this way, our cooperation can continue." a dark figure quietly emerged from the shadows of the study.

Benson took a deep breath, he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "What exactly is Charles? Is he one of your people?"

"It's best not to know what you shouldn't. He's not one of us yet." the person in the shadows replied without elaborating.

That was enough to give Benson room for imagination. The fact that Charles was not one of them now implied that he might be in the future?

One Ezra and a master-level alchemist were not enough.

Now there was an additional mysterious and powerful organization. Benson couldn't fathom how Charles, as a commoner, had connections with these people.

On the other side of Genosha Calivia,

Jason, who had wet his pants in public out of fear from Charles, looked at a message on his phone.

He gritted his teeth and slowly said to Zoe beside him, "The opportunity has come. It's time for us to wash away our shame!"

Zoe looked a bit hesitant and replied, "Bro, I heard that Charles is an apprentice of an eighth-level Beast Master. Maybe we should let it go and endure for a while."

Without saying another word, Jason kicked his brother.

He twisted his face as he opened his phone, where a video of him wetting his pants in public was playing.

"Do you know what I see every time I close my eyes? This humiliation! If we don't act now, we'll have even fewer chances later!" Jason knew they couldn't afford to mess with an eighth-level Beast Master, but anger and humiliation clouded his judgment.

"As long as we do it cleanly, no one will suspect us. There are plenty of people who hold a grudge against Charles, who can be sure it was us?" Jason explained.

"Bro, but Charles is strong too. Are we really his match?" Zoe was still hesitant to take action against Charles.

Even though he hated Charles for stealing Celestine, his life was more important than that!

Jason couldn't forget the blade-like aura that Charles emitted, it was just like the scythe of death!

He pulled out a bottle of red miracle drug from his pocket and said to Zoe, "It's fine. With this, Charles is as good as dead!"

Zoe's eyes widened in shock, trembling as he pointed at the bottle of miracle drug. "Bro, how do you have that? That's a prohibited miracle drug!"

"There's no turning back now, brother. We just need to kill Charles. Kill him, kill him!" A flash of red light crossed Jason's eyes, and he seemed possessed, slipping into madness.

...

Inside a library in Calivia, in a secret room,

"Charles has made his move, it's time to send out the bait."

"Yes, Elder, but is sacrificing a seventh-level Beast Master really worth it?"

"That's not for you to question!"

"Sorry, Elder. I'll arrange it right away."

The discussion ended, leaving only the one referred to as the Elder, who held a book in his hands, an expression of fervor and madness appearing on his face.

"Just a seventh-level Beast Master, as long as there's even a sliver of hope for the Master's arrival, no price is too great!" he spoke slowly, his voice old and hoarse, yet filled with immense determination.

Charles, who was being eyed by several factions, had already arrived at Gourd Mountain.

Byron was leading the way in front of him. They had been walking for a long time but still hadn't reached the place Byron mentioned.

Charles felt a bit disappointed, he had held onto a sliver of hope that Byron truly knew about the existence of the rare metal materials, but it seemed unlikely now.

"What's taking so long? Haven't we arrived yet?" Charles asked, growing impatient.

Byron cautiously turned back to look and replied, "Almost there, almost there! It's just up ahead!"

"Alright, I'll trust you one more time. If we don't find it, I'm turning back!" Charles said, observing Byron, he didn't seem like a member of the Constellation organization.

That only left Leo and Winston as his remaining enemies.

After walking a bit further, they still hadn't found anything special, and Charles and Byron's location became increasingly remote.

"This place isn't bad, no one would discover anything if we disposed of the body here." Charles remarked casually, causing Byron to break out in a cold sweat.

"Mr. Charles, what do you mean by that? I…" Byron stammered, wanting to explain. With Winston not appearing, if Charles grew suspicious and took action against him, he would undoubtedly die!

At that moment, footsteps suddenly echoed behind Charles and Byron, and someone shouted:

"Charles! Today, you will undoubtedly die!"

Hearing that voice, a look of joy spread across Byron's face as he stepped back while glancing toward the source of the sound.

However, when he looked, he was left stunned,

because the newcomers were not Winston, but two people he had never seen before!

The one in front, slightly older, looked at Charles with eyes filled with hatred and resentment, and continued, "Today, neither you nor your companions will leave here alive!"

"No, no, no! That's not it! I'm not with Charles!" Byron was terrified, his mind was spinning as he hurriedly explained.

Unfortunately, no one was listening to his explanation!

Just as the two people were about to charge forward, another figure suddenly appeared!

Winston, wearing a black hooded sweatshirt that concealed his face, looked at the scene in front of him with a bewildered expression, feeling an extraordinary shock in his heart: Could it be that Charles came out on purpose? Had he arranged for help all along?

No, that can't be right, this was a place he and Byron had chosen!

Had Byron betrayed him?

"Damn it, Byron! So you're in league with Charles! I'm going to kill you!" Winston shouted furiously.

Upon hearing this, Byron's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, desperately trying to explain, "No, it's not true! I really don't know what's going on!"