"Hmm..."
Carl stroked his chin.
"A stronghold?"
Blood Claw had a stronghold near Leipzig Market, and the Assassin's memory contained quite a few desirable items.
"Forget it!"
"Even without the leader of Blood Claw, there were two First Ring Middle Stage Wizards. Going there myself would be too risky."
"I'll note this grudge and wait until I'm stronger!"
Muttering to himself, Carl began to inventory the spoils of this trip.
Whether it was the Bloodline Wizard wielding the giant hammer or the other person adept at control, both were formidable.
Unfortunately, they ran into Carl.
"Two Official Wizards and this is all they had on them? They didn't carry a Magic Stone or witchcraft book when they left home?"
Carl, somewhat speechless, tossed a few Seals aside.
But this was normal. Assassins on a mission would only carry essential weapons. Everything else was a burden. A failed mission could end up benefiting the enemy.
