Sampo’s expression changed when he saw Theresa stand up.
As a Masked Fool, Sampo clearly felt the dense Power of Elation and other unrecognizable powers on Theresa.
Comparing that Power of Elation in secret, Sampo feared he didn’t even have one percent of hers.
However, Sampo still hid his abnormality, clutching his buttocks in pain as he looked at everyone.
“Ouch, my butt!
I say, you guys didn’t have to go that far, did you?
Who did I offend by hiding in a snowdrift?
To get hit like this all of a sudden, and the aim was way too accurate, wasn’t it?”
Sampo cried out while clutching his buttocks in pain, his expression making everyone feel quite awkward.
“Emm, sorry about that.
I originally wanted to poke it with a branch, but I didn’t expect to be tripped by the snowdrift, causing the branch to stab you in the butt.”
Theresa smiled somewhat apologetically.
Her cute, beautiful face combined with her magnificent attire made Sampo’s eyes dart around.
“Well, alright, give me some compensation then.
After all, with my butt injured, I definitely can’t continue treasure hunting…
how about a thousand winter city shields?”
Sampo tested the waters with a smile.
“We only have credit points, and we aren’t locals here either.”
March 7th said carelessly.
Dan Heng and Theresa sighed upon hearing this; March 7th was simply too naive.
“Ah?
What do you mean?
Could it be that you guys are actually aliens?”
Sampo asked, sizing everyone up in surprise.
“Have you ever seen a local wearing clothes as thin as ours in this freezing snow?”
Dan Heng asked calmly, looking at Sampo.
He instinctively felt that this person’s aura seemed somewhat similar to Theresa’s—a cynical, fun-seeking temperament.
Hearing this, Sampo scrutinized the group.
He definitely couldn’t afford to provoke Theresa; after all, he had a bold guess: could she be an Emanator of Elation?
Meanwhile, Dan Heng and March 7th were watching him calmly, while Stelle stood with her hands on her hips, looking like a cocky yet silly brat as if to say, “What are you gonna do about it?”
Sampo’s originally annoyed expression immediately turned cowardly.
“credit points…
I think I have a terminal for that.
I picked it up and fixed it a while ago.”
Sampo lied through his teeth, quickly pulling out a terminal.
Seeing this, Dan Heng gave the exposed Sampo a meaningful look but didn’t call him out.
Theresa, however, squinted and sized up Sampo, feeling that his aura seemed somewhat similar to her own?
“Then how many credit points do we need to give you?”
Stelle asked innocently.
Her “I’m very naive and easy to scam” expression made Sampo subconsciously rub his hands together like a fly, his spirits lifting.
His eyes darted around.
“One thousand winter city shields equals one hundred thousand credit points.
Just give me one hundred thousand credit points and we’re even!”
Sampo cried out cautiously, stealing glances at everyone’s expressions.
“Do you think we’re too easy to talk to?
Do you need me to give you another strike?”
Dan Heng said, glaring at Sampo, who was hiking up the price and trying to scam them.
“Ah, sorry, I’m not too clear on the exchange rate between winter city shields and credit points.
How about ten thousand credit points?”
Sampo smiled obsequiously, because he truly felt he couldn’t beat them.
“Fine, but the condition is that you must also take us to Belobog.
The environment on these snowfields is too harsh!”
Theresa looked up at the tall Sampo and spoke.
For the first time, she felt that someone being this tall made her neck quite sore from looking up.
“Ah, well, alright.
After all, I need to head back and rest for a few days to recover from my injury anyway.”
Sampo also thought this was fine.
Earning ten thousand credit points just for leading the way wasn’t a bad deal.
If only his butt wasn’t injured, it would be even better.
Sampo then began to slowly lead everyone toward Belobog while clutching his buttocks.
Perhaps today was his unlucky day.
First, he got poked in the rear, and then they encountered the Silvermane Guards.
“Oh no, we’ve run into the Silvermane Guards!”
“Everyone, let’s get out of here!”
“Ouch!
My butt!
I can’t run!”
Sampo just wanted to run, but he was in so much pain from his injury that he collapsed on the snow, wailing.
“Help me up and let’s run, I don’t want to get caught!”
Sampo shouted hurriedly.
“Suspect and his accomplices spotted.
Commencing arrest!”
The leading Silvermane Guard shouted.
“It seems a fight is unavoidable.
Let’s go.”
Dan Heng gave Sampo a helpless glare and said.
He, March 7th, and Stelle began to take action, while Theresa seemed to have realized that Sampo was a member of the Masked Fools.
“Why aren’t you going?”
Sampo still wanted to sneak away, but he noticed Theresa looking at him with a smile and asked in confusion.
“Oh?
And let you sneak away, Masked Fool?”
Theresa’s words caused Sampo’s face to change drastically.
He rolled his eyes, thinking of an escape plan.
“Don’t even think about escaping.
Judah, bind him!” This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
Theresa tossed Judah onto the snow.
The launched Soulium spears and chains immediately bound Sampo, leaving him lying on the snow like a caterpillar.
“Grandmother, I was wrong!
I don’t want the credit points anymore, just let me go!
If I’m caught by the Silvermane Guards, I’m doomed!”
Sampo cried out in panic.
However, Theresa ignored him and instead yanked the chains, dragging Sampo across the snow to her feet.
“I’m finished…”
Sampo cried out with a bitter face.
“Taste my power!”
As Dan Heng, Stelle, and March 7th were about to knock down the Silvermane Guards, the ice arrows shot by March 7th were suddenly blocked by a handsome young man who stepped forward with a cold face.
He held a guitar case in his left hand and opened his right hand, a layer of transparent Power of Preservation blocking all of March 7th’s arrows.
“A tough one has arrived!”
March 7th shouted warily.
“Theresa!”
Stelle shouted hurriedly.
The handsome young man walked up to everyone with a cold face.
Just as he was about to attack, he saw Sampo lying at Theresa’s feet and immediately stopped in front of the group.
“I am Gepard Landau, Captain of the Silvermane Guards.
I order you to cease your futile resistance!”
Gepard shouted solemnly at the group, holding his guitar case.
“Sorry, sir.”
The defeated guards explained dejectedly to Gepard.
“The most important thing is that everyone is safe.
Go back and rest in a bit.”
“As for you, hand over the suspect and explain your origins!”
Gepard shouted, glaring at the group.
The reason he hadn’t attacked yet was that he felt these people didn’t seem like bad guys.
After all, what kind of bad guys would tie up their own accomplice?
“Being treated as an accomplice for no reason, I’m so mad!”
March 7th shouted in annoyance.
“Give up your resistance and surrender!”
The guards also shouted in unison.
“Being treated like a criminal, I’m even madder!”
“Why do we always get misunderstood as soon as we arrive somewhere?!”
March 7th shouted in annoyance.
“You’ll have to ask him that.”
Theresa complained, lightly kicking Sampo as he lay on the ground.
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”