Chapter 194: Forewarning

Samson's face turned gloomier as he saw the empty metal box.

He then turned around and showed it to the auctioneer lady.

"There is nothing inside." His voice turned abnormally colder.

On the other hand, the auctioneer lady's face went pale.

"H-How could that be? I just checked it a while ago, right?" She muttered in a shocked tone.

"Someone stole the potion right under our watchful eyes," Samson said in an icy tone and turned his head towards the backside seat.

His gaze soon landed on the white-haired old man!

"He is the culprit." He didn't show any fear and directly accused Charles.

The next instant, the whole hall went abrupt silence.

No one dared to even look into Samson's eyes.

No, some even turned their heads away as if they hadn't heard his earlier words!

All of them knew the temperament of this old man and shook their heads at Samson's reckless behavior.

They felt that it was unnecessary to provoke a powerful man for a single potion.

Some Rank-2 mages even cursed inwardly and wiped the cold sweats on their foreheads.

Meanwhile, the auctioneer lady hurriedly stepped down from the stage, ran down the aisle, and spoke in an anxious tone.

"Mr. Samson, accusing others without any valid evidence is not a noble thing. Remember, you are accusing the Ancient Mage."

Her tone contains a hint of anger.

In truth, even she felt that the Ancient Mage might be the one who stole the vial.

'But... An almighty Ancient Mage like himself would do such petty trick?' Such a thought appeared in her mind.

She felt that some third party might have done that deliberately.

On the other hand, Samson's face turned red.

He turned his head, look into the blonde-haired woman's face, and spoke in a cold voice.

"Foreigner, you don't have the right to teach me what is noble, what is not. This is the Iron Kingdom, and we are the Rulers."

As he said those words, the whole hall suddenly turned gloomier.

While talking, Samson indirectly pulled all the nobles to his side and tactically defended himself.

At that moment, a few other high-class nobles let out a helpless sigh and nodded their heads in agreement.

Only the red-robed mages and a few blue-robed mages remained seated calmly.

But there was a hint of arrogance, pride, and loftiness that could be seen on their faces.

On the other hand, the blonde-haired auctioneer lady made a forced smile and shook her head.

She knew that the nobles of this kingdom were too arrogant and proud people and sighed inwardly.

'These morons really look down on this Ancient Mage.' She started to feel pity.

Meanwhile, Samson turned around, started walking towards Charles, full of killing intent.

"Mr. Oswald, I need an explanation." He spoke in an icy tone.

An amusing smile appeared on Charles's wrinkled face as he heard the kid's words.

"You need an explanation, right?" He asked while gripping the black cane's handle and stood up from his seat.

"Yes, I want to know why you used a petty method to steal the 'Midday' potion." Samson stared into Charles's eyes and spoke maliciously.

'Is he acting? Or, is he really accusing me?'

A heavy sigh leaked out of Charles's mouth.

He then turned his gaze towards the blonde-haired reception lady and ordered while pointing his finger at Samson.

"Search his clothes."

"Y-You! You dare to search me?" A furious expression appeared on Samson's face.

"Why not? Who are you? A Rank-4 Mage? Or, a Rank-5? If not, why are you not kneeling in front of me? Moreover, what right do you have to accuse me?" As he spoke, Charles's body suddenly enveloped in a layer of flame and disappeared from there.

A moment later, a humanoid flame appeared in front of Samson's eyes and soon formed into an appearance of a white-haired old man.

"Kneel," Charles said coldly, gripped the black cane, and tapped the heel on the concrete floor.

The next instant, an invisible pressure appeared in the hall and pushed Samson's body towards the floor!

Before Samson could think further, his legs turned sluggish, causing him to kneel!

Nodding his head, Charles turned towards the stupefied blonde-haired lady and frowned.

"Why are you standing there? You haven't searched him yet."

He pointed his finger at the furiously looking Samson.

Meanwhile, the blonde-haired lady snapped out from the daze, went near the kneeling Samson, and checked his pockets one by one.

When she put her hand into his pant pocket, her brown eyes widened all of a sudden.

After that, she hurriedly took out her hand and showed her finding to others.

A greenish liquid vial appeared on her delicate palm.

At that moment, Charles moved his hand, took the green vial from the auctioneer, and stored it in his space ring.

Then, he looked down at the kneeling Samson and spoke with an understanding look on his face.

"So your aim is not the vial, but my disciple, huh. I should have expected this petty trick from the Foster family."

Saying so, he raised his right leg and kicked him on the chest.

Upon seeing his action, every noble's and even mages' faces turned gloomier.

They hurriedly stood up and stared at him with full of killing intent.

Not only did this Ancient Mage force a Ruler Class member to kneel, but he also kicked him on the chest!

Humiliating!

His action truly infuriated everyone!

"Mr. Oswald, you are humiliating a Ruler Class Member." A grey-haired old man in his seventies walked out from his seat and said in a cold tone.

A few blue-robed mages, red-robed mages, and even a few nobles walked out and stared at him in anger and hate.

Meanwhile, Charles gave one deep look at the old man and released his full wisdom power.

"Be glad that I didn't kill him on the spot."

Saying so, he turned around, glanced at Jessie, and added.

"Let's go."

But at that exact moment, a strong premonition appeared from the depths of his mind.

'Warning about the upcoming danger? This is a trap?' His eyebrows furrowed.

Simultaneously, he cast [Flame Teleportation] and disappeared from there.

A moment later, he appeared behind Jessie and placed his hand on her shoulder.

The next instant, both of their bodies enveloped in flames and disappeared from there.

Within a second, they arrived at the auction house reception hall and startled the red-suited young girls.

No, a few young girls even shouted in fright and hurriedly covered their mouths.

Without minding their behavior, Charles fastened his footsteps towards the glass window, opened the saffron-colored curtain, and peeked outside.

'There is nothing abnormal...' A deep line appeared between his brows.

'But why the premonition is growing stronger?' His heart raced faster like an engine.

'Is it due to my earlier actions? Did I spoil Divine's original plan? But that stalking Divine wants me to grow stronger, right? Wait... What if it is the opposite? If so, why is this 'Divine' helping me to get the 'Love' emotion? No, I'm missing some key information.' His mind went chaos for a moment.

'Lad, what happened?' The Holem's Crown also noticed the anxiety in Charles's heart and asked.

'I don't know. But I think I need to rank up now.'

As he spoke in his mind, he started walking towards the right side office room and soon appeared in front of it.

At that moment, Bella also opened the wooden door and looked outside.

"I want this room for a while. Wait outside." He interrupted her before she could even speak and looked at Jessie.

Noticing his gaze, she instantly took out a dagger from her void pouch and gripped it tighter.

"I will do the guarding, Teacher."

Although she didn't know what her Teacher was planning, she knew that he needs her help to watch the door!

Meanwhile, Bella wore a dazed look on her face and subconsciously nodded her head.