Kieran raised his leg.
The sculpture in Starbeck's hand was hurled towards the fleeing trafficker like an arrow let loose from a bow.
Bang!
The sculpture smashed the seller hard, sending him tumbling down.
The seller fainted on the ground and the sculpture fell down as well.
Pak!
Hero Algor's sculpture was smashed to pieces, revealing the thing hidden inside: a cup.
More precisely, it was a cup made entirely out of gold, slightly shorter than a goblet but twice as wide, requiring two palms to lift it up.
However, the most attractive part wasn't the gold of the cup itself but the two diamonds the size of a pigeon egg embedded on the surface of the cup.
Countless mystical patterns spread out from the two diamonds to the whole cup, like vines coiling around it.
In the Black Market Gathering, Kieran and Starbeck were the most attractive ones.
When the scene unfolded, it attracted everyone's attention.
Especially when the cup shone faintly, cries of shock sounded from all directions.
"Holy Grail!"
"Holy Thorn Grail!"
…
Amid the shouts, the crowd ran towards the holy grail.
Kieran grabbed Starbeck and ran back to where they came from.
In fact, it wasn't just Kieran.
A few people in the crowd ran towards the entrance when they saw the holy grail.
The thick and sturdy door was smashed by those who went in first.
As for the traps and arrows in the corridor, they were all destroyed by the crowd in their own ways.
Looking at the corroded and explosion marks on the wall, Starbeck quickly shrunk back in Kieran's hand, not daring to move a muscle.
Starbeck was a coward indeed.
But he wasn't an idiot.
The scene just now was enough to frighten Starbeck to the core.
Why was the Holy Thorn Grail inside Hero Algor's sculpture?
Why did the seller who knew everything choose him?
More importantly, the seller who couldn't even withstand a single blow was obviously a pawn pushed out by the seller, the real mastermind was someone else!
Once Starbeck thought about the person who stole the Holy Thorn Grail and how he was targeted so quickly, his body couldn't help but shiver.
"Stop shivering.
It's not as bad as you think.
"That guy doesn't have such an ability!"
He just wanted to find someone who could attract his attention. Then, since we were so eye-catching, we naturally fell into his eyes.
After replaying the previous scene in his mind, Kieran quickly discerned his opponent's true intentions.
Kieran didn't believe the thief who stole the Holy Thorn Grail would target him and Starbeck directly.
If the other party truly possessed such an ability, the difficulty of this dungeon would not be limited to the fifth, fifteenth, or twentieth dungeon.
Likewise, if Kieran really had such capabilities, he wouldn't have stolen the Holy Thorn Grail in the first place.
They might as well just rob it openly.
In fact, it wouldn't be difficult for him to subdue the Thorn Temple with brute force.
After all, among the 25 temples in Naveya City, Thorn Temple was only at the bottom of the list.
"Really?"
Starbeck asked with a trembling voice.
"Of course!"
"Otherwise, he wouldn't have used a fake Holy Grail to attract people."
Kieran said with certainty.
"A fake Holy Grail?
But that Holy Grail just now … He wants it?! "
Starbeck was stunned for a moment before reacting to the situation.
However, before Starbeck could say anything, Kieran jumped up the stairs and landed on the ground.
The hunchbacked gatekeeper was nowhere to be found, and in the distance, two fully armed troops with torches in their hands appeared.
Starbeck shut up right away when he saw the two aggressive teams charging at him.
He knew he was a burden, so he knew what he should do: shut up and not attract the attention of the guards.
Kieran quickly activated [Tracking] without a second thought when he saw the approaching guards. He identified the traces and headed towards a certain direction.
The seller was a pawn that was pushed out after being deceived.
There was a high chance that the real mastermind was at the Black Market Gathering.
As for who it was?
Whoever was the first to run would be the biggest suspect.
There weren't a lot of people who could maintain their sanity under the temptation of the Holy Thorn Grail.
Those who could analyze what they should do were even fewer.
Of course, Kieran wouldn't deny that there were smart people everywhere but those who ran away before the statue even shattered when it fell to the ground weren't something that could be described as smart.
…
Mizelle was shuttling swiftly through the shadows.
The techniques he trained since young allowed him to move swiftly and stealthily but the sweat on his forehead stated that Mizelle wasn't having an easy time.
"Damn it!
How could he be so vigilant! "
Mizelle cursed.
Initially, when he saw the young master, he thought that his mission was in the bag.
Who knew the young master's servant was as nimble as a winter wolf.
He even returned the statue.
In the end, the servant even shattered the statue.
The moment the statue fell to the ground, Mizelle knew it was bad.
As a part of the plan, Mizelle knew what the fake Holy Grail was and the consequences it would bring.
The men from Thorn Temple must have made their move.
Once he thought about how powerful the men from Thorn Temple were and what would happen to him if he was caught, Mizelle ran even faster and the sweat on his forehead got heavier.
The situation continued until Mizelle returned to his hiding spot. Only then did the situation turn for the better.
Mizelle carefully closed the door and wiped the sweat off his forehead before he heaved a long sigh.
"That was close, luckily …"
Mizelle's mutterings stopped abruptly.
This was because a powerful hand came from behind and gripped his throat tightly.
"Do you think you can run away?"
How dare you … "
"Speak, who ordered you to do this?"
A heavy grunt later, Mizelle was thrown to the ground.
His whole body was in pain, as if his bones were about to break, Mizelle looked up at the person who attacked him.
When he saw the figure with a hood over his head and a cape, Mizelle almost groaned out loud.
It was the young master's servant!
Mizelle didn't know how the servant tracked him all the way here.
However, he knew that if he didn't provide a reasonable explanation, he wouldn't end up any better than falling into Thorn Temple's clutches.
"My lord, what are you talking about?"
"I just realized the situation wasn't right, so I ran!
Please … Aaaargh! "
Mizelle wanted to argue but before he could finish, he was interrupted by the pain from his wrist.
Kieran stepped on Mizelle's wrist and exerted a little force.
At the same time, his eyes were filled with killing intent. "Ran? You ran before the statue was broken, do you have the prophet's bloodline? "
"Don't play tricks!
I have a hundred ways to make you regret being born into this world!
As for your soul, I think Thorn Temple is more interested in it, right?
I remember they have a fanatical interest in whipping souls! "
As Kieran spoke, Mizelle's body shivered.
He wasn't a strong-willed person to begin with, so when he faced Kieran's killing intent in pain, he couldn't hold on for long.
A few seconds later, Mizelle started to beg for mercy.
"My lord, spare my life!"
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