Chapter 99: Caspian White? An Inscription?

Matt, Alice, and Isla stopped by a while later.

Alice laughed lightly, "Matt, that was a neat trick; how did you do that? That paper you gave him, you had just written it in a way that even I couldn't." She spoke.

As Matt stood talking to Philip, the moment that man walked from the garden entrance to stand in front of them, he wrote the paper he had given him while pretending to arrange his clothes; he purposely used confusing handwriting, as he was sure the members of that mansion were drunks.

It was just a little trick to get out quickly, and he ran the risk of being discovered later, but it was better than being caught there and alarming a person who might be the traitor.

Besides, Matt is sure of one thing.

Those men behind Philip were not guards.

'Guards with that much concealment ability? Heh, of course.' Matt thought sarcastically and nodded to the two girls in front of him.

"It's just a little trick. It's nothing; let's hurry back to the hotel; we have several things to investigate." Matt replied, and after both nodded, they returned to the hotel.

Being at the hotel, everything was calmer for Matt, and he could relax and investigate further what he had found.

The first thing he wanted to investigate was the poison that was in the woman's body.

That poison was a bit special, but it seemed familiar to him, so he wanted to investigate it.

That is why he put on gloves again and began a lengthy investigation process with tweezers and a medical device he had purchased.

As a good assassin, he knows and can use many poisons. He even studied medicine to learn more about the body, though not to save it but to use that knowledge for murder.

'So, it's true that this guy is one of those guys... But holy shit, he's powerful. He's one of the strongest men I've ever seen. How are we supposed to deal with him?' Matt thought and moved his icy power internally to freeze the inscription.

It was only an inscription that could tell where the person carrying it was located. This type of inscription existed on Earth, although it wasn't exactly like this one, but it worked similarly. Very high-level magicians commonly used it.

Therefore, Matt wondered if it was possible to freeze it like those on Earth.

He soon felt his arm freeze slightly as his icy power began to freeze that section of his shoulder. The power swirled hard, and a few minutes later, Matt's icy power protruded from his shoulder with the inscription attached to a chunk of ice.

He grabbed the chunk of ice and looked at his shoulder.

Then he smiled.

"Okay, Philip Baker. Let me see who you'll send after me." He said, realizing that it worked exactly like the inscription he had seen on Earth.

If it worked exactly the same, no one would notice that it had been removed from the body because now the ice had become the body of the inscription. In other words, right now, Philip Baker can feel the exact direction of this piece of ice, and if it melts, he will feel the presence of the water and won't notice until he goes to check it out.

Matt's icy power is really enigmatic, capable of doing anything. He adapted it to murder, but it's not the only thing he can do.

'Still, right now, I can't face him. I'm too weak; if I wanted to escape a hypothetical case where Philip Baker attacks me, I need to surpass 5,000 power, at least.' Matt thought and began to consider several things.

He needed to build up his power quickly because he had little time. As long as the Allen Family's powers remain in the city, he thinks he's somewhat safe, but what if they leave? Would he have to spend several years in a row locked up in the Academy to avoid dying at the hands of a guy like this?

That's why he needs to increase his power to at least check this person's strength and devise a countermeasure.

Soon, his eyes flashed slightly, 'That's right, we still have that. We should get corpses.' He thought and smiled; a plan began to formulate in his mind. Even so, he still had more things to investigate, so he didn't go out yet. Instead, he immersed himself in deeply reading all the scrolls he had found.