Moments later, Vicente gave up trying to revive Snow Claw, feeling that there was no way to bring that man back to life.
He was just a blacksmith. If he had been a 4th stage doctor, he might have had a chance to revive Snow Claw under those circumstances. But since he wasn't, he accepted his partner's death just eight minutes after Miss Death's action.
Vicente had no idea what could be behind the man's death, but after accepting that his ally was dead, he quickly began to clean up the area, collecting everything from the shelves.
He did so quickly and then picked up Jonah's spatial ring, taking the man's body with him to give it a minimally decent burial.
Jonah wasn't an enemy, so Vicente would see a minimally respectful grave for this figure.
'Sigh... Unfortunately, our business ended before it began.' He felt how fragile life was, even in this world of magic. Aware of Jonah's tragic story, he sighed with pity, for this man had lost so much in life and could not take revenge as he had wished.
Because of the similarities he had with Jonah, Vicente felt doubly bad about this death. It could happen to him!
He wasn't afraid of death. For someone who had already died once, dying again was just a detail. But he didn't want to die before he secured Nina's future and avenged all those he had to avenge.
With this strange feeling in his heart, he left the area as soon as he finished collecting everything there and cleaning up his tracks. He soon appeared at the entrance of the cave he had entered minutes ago.
"Oh? Are you here?" But as soon as Vicente left the cave protected by the formations, a familiar voice reached his ears and sent shivers down his spine.
"Thirty-Three! He looked directly at the woman who had just spoken and saw the Dark Path magician standing on a branch next to three people: two women and a man.
'Shit! That's Miss Death's group! Is she the one who killed Jonah?' Vicente wondered fearfully, feeling he might have to fight terrible opponents there.
Looking at the High-level Mage woman dressed in black with a veil covering her face, Vicente sensed the danger ahead.
Thirty-Three said. "Young Cesar, we meet again. I didn't expect to see you here. You wouldn't be at Snow Claw's side, would you?"
As Vicente swallowed his saliva, Lauren felt a familiarity with him again as she saw Thirty-Three's demeanor.
"Do you know him?" Lauren asked the woman.
"Yes, he's a powerful figure in Millfall. I met him a few months ago during the auction I attended on your behalf. He demonstrated formidable skills in the post-auction battle." Thirty-Three summarized.
One of them asked. "Is he a friend or an enemy? You seem to respect him, but it's not clear how you view him.
Thirty-Three said. "I am not sure. But it would be better if we didn't have him as an enemy. I don't feel the same way about Millfall right now, but he had a malevolent aura about him that was hard to ignore the last time I saw him."
"Oh?"
Miss Death turned her senses deeper into Vicente before jumping down from the branch she was on and stopping 20 meters in front of him.
The others did the same, staying on Vicente's periphery as he assumed a fighting stance, ready to fight if necessary.
"What do you want from me?"
Lauren spoke for her group. "You have Jonah's body? I killed him. Give it to me."
Vicente clenched his fists, not liking it. But Jonah was dead, and he was alive.
"Will you leave me alone if I do this? Jonah was a friend of mine, but I'll do whatever you want as long as you let me go."
"Huh! Kid, we decide everything here! If you don't want to be beaten to death, do as we say without questions!"
Miss Death raised a hand and motioned for the man to be quiet. She said. "Very well. I have no reason to be against you. Just give me his body. You can keep the things you've collected and go on your way."
Vicente thought this was too good to be true and remained ready to fight. But he did as they asked and summoned Jonah's body from one of his spatial rings.
The weakest woman of the group collected Snow Claw's body while the rest of the staff continued to stare at Vicente.
Thirty-Three asked. "Aren't you going to join us, Cesar? Don't worry about this incident. We're just doing business. Snow Claw was just a name on the Miss' mission list. It wasn't personal. If you join us, we'll treat you like any other member of our team.
"I feel that I would embarrass myself among such powerful people... Besides, I have things to take care of. I can't give up my freedom yet." Vicente said as best he could without upsetting these people.
"You can't now, but what about in the future?" Lauren asked.
Vicente couldn't see her face, and Lauren's voice was different. Moreover, he didn't know his sister's aura since he hadn't awakened his powers when Lauren was taken away. Otherwise, he would have understood that he was standing in front of her.
That wasn't the case, so he just saw a dangerous woman a few meters in front of him.
"Anything is possible," Vicente said, trying not to be angry.
"All right, then I want..." Lauren was speaking when suddenly the communicator of one of the members of her group rang, and the voice of the last member of that group sounded.
"Guys, I have some pertinent information. Vicente Fuller, the young man we saw earlier, seems to be connected to the death..."
As such man spoke, Vicente's expression became twice as dark, while Miss Death looked at him differently.
Of all the people there, she was the only one who knew that the person in front of them was Vicente Fuller!
None of them had ever seen Vicente's face before. As much as they had passed him in Saltstar City, they hadn't paid any attention to this young man. Only after Lauren had shown her interest did they observe Vicente's back as he walked that day.
But she felt the same way that day, so she knew Vicente Fuller was right before her.
"Vicente Fuller? Did he kill the old man?" The man standing with Lauren and the group asked his companions, ignoring Cesar for a moment.
Lauren ignored her companions and took a few steps forward. "Did you do it? Did you kill him?" She asked in a tone that made it hard to tell if she was angry or not.
Seeing that he would be in trouble, Vicente felt that maybe he had better start fighting these people!
So his pentagrams appeared around him as the atmosphere in this forest area became terribly tense.
