“The very thing we're guarding against is the rebellion of those working under us. No matter how strong Zeke is, could he be the match of ten Contubernia? After all, ten Contubernia is close to a Centuria.”
Hawkeye wore an expression of sheer astonishment. “How impressive, Megahead! Your sagacity is far beyond my imagination.”
Megahead warned, “This matter is strictly confidential, so never breathe a word about it. All right, you can leave now. Don't disrupt my rest.”
“Sure, sure!”
Hawkeye left, but resentment lingered within him.
Inwardly, he prayed hard that Zeke would rebel. Once Megahead can't keep him in line, the other nine Contubernia will lend him a hand and eliminate Zeke!
He sensed a threat from Zeke, so he was resolved to terminate the man.
Unknowingly, the sky gradually darkened.
A thick fog rolled out, reducing the visibility to less than three meters ahead.
“Let's go and search for spiritual water, Master. It has likely condensed by now,” Minerva suggested.
“Let's go.”
Zeke climbed to his feet.
Yannick, Yoshua, and the old man who had just joined them, Murphy, followed closely behind him.
“Why don't we go to our usual place to harvest spiritual water? We'll definitely enjoy a bountiful harvest this time,” Minerva proposed.
Zeke bobbed his head. “Sure.”
He could sense three men tailing them at the back.
However, they were weak and couldn't pose any threat to him, so he didn't pay them any mind.
Soon enough, they arrived at their usual place. Yannick, Yoshua, Minerva, and Murphy started hunting everywhere.
Meanwhile, Zeke communicated with Ossa Dei. “Ossa Dei, detect spiritual water nearby.”
“I can detect that the affinity is even stronger than it was this morning. In other words, there's more spiritual water now than in the early morning,” Ossa Dei answered.
“Minerva previously said that only a small amount of spiritual water will be condensed at night. But it looks like that isn't the case. Instead, it's because the thick fog increases the difficulty of finding spiritual water. That's why they have that misconception,” Zeke surmised.
“There are three drops of spiritual water at your four o'clock,” Ossa Dei stated.
Wow! How rare that there are three drops of spiritual water condensed together!
Zeke walked over to the three drops of spiritual water. He was just about to harvest them when he abruptly changed his mind.
Whirling around, he cast his gaze at a shrouded spot behind him and declared, “All right, stop hiding. I've spotted you guys.”
Minerva, Yannick, Yoshua, and Murphy were all shocked. They swiftly followed Zeke's gaze.
Three men walked out of the shadows. They were none other than the three team members under Megahead's command.
They all somewhat panicked. “We only found you guys here by a stroke of coincidence. We didn't tail you on—”
“That's enough. There's no need for explanations,” Zeke cut them off. “Let me ask you this—do you want spiritual water?”
The trio looked at each other.
What kind of dumb question is this? Even a fool wants spiritual water.
All three men nodded without an ounce of hesitation.
Zeke then proclaimed, “I can gift you three drops of spiritual water, but you need to do me a favor.”
The trio was wholly stunned.
This fellow must be bluffing, right? Gift us three drops of spiritual water, he said? Does he have that much spiritual water? Or could he be making fun of us?
One of them replied, “As long as you gift each of us a drop of spiritual water, we're willing to do you even ten favors, let alone one.”
“Okay, deal. Come over here,” Zeke ordered.
The trio went over cautiously, their nerves stretched taut.
Once Zeke made a threatening move, they would resist unhesitatingly.
Fortunately, the man didn't do anything suspicious. He merely pointed to a plant ahead and noted, “There are three drops of spiritual water on this plant. They're yours now.”
Is he serious?
Doubt was etched across the features of all three men.
It's unheard of that a plant would have three drops of spiritual water. And even if it's true, can he really bring himself to gift them to us? He must be playing a trick on us.
They all wore expressions of wariness.
By then, Zeke's expression had grown chagrined. “If you don't want them, buzz off right this instant.”
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