Global Beast Mastery: Only I Can See the Hints

Chapter 56 - 56: The Purple Mist

In a camp by the bloody pool.

Bradley, sitting in the chief's seat, listened to his subordinate's report with a grim expression. "You're saying that Robert has fallen into Charles's hands?"

"Yes, boss, I saw it with my own eyes just a few days ago, absolutely certain!" the bandit assured, pounding his chest.

Bang!

Upon hearing this, Bradley slammed his hand down on the armrest, leaving a deep imprint.

Sly had paid him ten gold coins and had repeatedly urged him to ensure Robert's safety. Bradley knew that in his line of work, especially when dealing with stolen artifacts, he needed the Taylor family's support to turn his loot into money.

But now, Robert had gotten into trouble right under his nose. How was he supposed to explain this to Sly?

The deep furrows in Bradley's brow betrayed his foul mood, and the atmosphere in the tent became tense and oppressive. No one dared to speak, and a heavy silence filled the air.

"That kid Charles... he's so young, yet he already has the ability to kill a Level 3 Beast Master. If he's left unchecked, he'll definitely become a major threat to us in the future. And once he returns to Lsengard, there's a chance he'll expose my connections with the Taylor family. That wouldn't be good at all," Bradley sighed, his voice heavy with concern.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he gave orders to the men in the tent: "Have the brothers in the surrounding areas tighten their patrols. No matter what, we must ensure Charles doesn't leave the ferocious beast mountain range!"

"If there's any sign of him, report to me immediately!"

"Yes, big boss!" the men responded in unison.

With an enemy like Charles still at large, Bradley knew he'd never sleep soundly again. The mere thought of it made him clench his fists in frustration.

Just as he was about to send his men back to their posts, a bloodied man staggered into the tent, half crawling and half stumbling. Bradley's eyes widened in shock at the sight.

"Uldir, what happened? Where are the rest of your squad?" he demanded.

Collapsing at Bradley's feet, Uldir was a mess of tears and snot. "Big Boss, we ran into Charles near the bloody pool. We lost a dozen men—if I hadn't run so fast, I'd be dead by his spear too!"

Hearing this, the bandits in the tent jumped in alarm, grabbing their weapons.

A savage light gleamed in Bradley's eyes. He had been racking his brain for a way to explain Robert's situation to Sly, but now, Charles had delivered himself right to their doorstep?

Last time, Charles had ambushed him and barely escaped with his life. This time, Bradley was determined to settle the score.

Clenching his fists tightly, Bradley barked, "Head to the bloody pool immediately! I want every inch of this ferocious beast mountain range