Global Beast Mastery: Only I Can See the Hints

Charles looked at Calista, who wore a gentle smile, with a blank expression on his face. He couldn't shake the feeling that something about this person was off. The things he had said earlier seemed like nothing more than an attempt to highlight how perfect he was, rather than any genuine indifference.

"You think he's fake too, right? I'm so tired of that guy. If he weren't the vice president's disciple, I would've already punched him," Isolde's voice rang out in Charles' ear.

Charles instinctively glanced at Calista, who was still lost in the adoration and admiration surrounding him, oblivious to everything, including Isolde's words.

"Don't worry, I'm the only one who can hear what I'm saying," Isolde's voice came again.

Charles merely nodded, choosing not to say anything. He wasn't the type to gossip about others behind their back.

Just then, Ezra walked out of the Beast Master Guild. His attention was first drawn to Isolde, before he noticed Calista.

"What's going on? Has something happened?" Ezra asked aloud.

Charles shook his head and briefly explained to Ezra what Isolde had just told him about the possibility of finding Little Gold's promotion materials, the [Gold Essence], in Central City.

Ezra didn't say much in response, only glancing more closely at the mysterious person wearing a white mask.

"Charles, is this person your friend?" Ezra asked slowly.

Charles blinked in surprise, quickly realizing why Ezra would ask that. It was the same day that the Beast Master Guild's president, Cuny, had used a device to erase everyone's memories. That's why Ezra would refer to the mysterious person like that.

"Yes, teacher, this is my friend," Charles responded.

Upon hearing Charles' answer, Isolde immediately turned her head and fixed her gaze on Ezra, her curiosity evident. She then asked, "Are you Charles' Beast Master teacher?"

A subtle hostility appeared in Isolde's gaze, and there was a hint of scrutiny in it, making Ezra feel a little uncomfortable. He nodded and replied, "Yes, I'm Charles' teacher, Ezra."

"I'm Charles' friend, Isolde. Don't worry. Once we're done here, I'll have Charles come with me. There won't be any problems. My strength is far beyond yours," Isolde said with a tone full of sharpness.

Ezra frowned slightly. He was certain he had never met the mysterious person in the white mask before, so why did it feel like the person was hostile toward him? He was sure he had never done anything to provoke them.

"Well, then. Charles, contact me after the matter is finished. I have some personal business to take care of," Ezra said, looking at Charles.

Charles nodded. He had been silent until now, simply listening to the exchange between Isolde and Ezra, sensing Ezra's confusion and uncertainty.

After Ezra left, Charles looked at Isolde helplessly and said,

"That's my teacher, not an enemy."

"Hmph, to me, he's an enemy. Kid, seriously, have you ever thought about joining me? My strength is something you probably can't even imagine!" Isolde said eagerly.

Charles sighed and responded directly, "I know your strength. When you made your move, I was..." Before he could finish the sentence, Charles quickly shut his mouth. The one time Isolde had fought was during the battle in the arena against the so called [Bodies] monsters. But his memory had been erased by Cuny, and he had forgotten all about it.

"Make a move? When did I make a move?" Isolde looked at Charles in confusion, quickly noticing that Charles seemed to know something he didn't.

"It's nothing. By the way, where exactly can we get the [Gold Essence] you mentioned? Let's get going," Charles quickly changed the subject.

Isolde didn't respond immediately. He silently watched Charles for about a minute, then finally smiled and said,

"Alright, let's go. I'll take you there. But just so you know, if that old guy isn't interested in you, he won't give you any of his stock. Don't blame me then."

The two of them left the main hall of the Beast Master Guild and walked toward the outside.

In the crowd, Calista watched as Charles walked and talked with Isolde, his smile gradually fading away.

"Over twenty years old and only a Level 4 Beast Master... why does Isolde seem to care more about him than me?"

"Unappreciative bastard. I lowered myself to greet him, and he just ignored me. Makes me look cheap!"

"I'm not even twenty and already a genius Level 7 Beast Master!"

Calista glared at Charles' receding figure, mentally marking him as someone to remember.

...

Charles had no idea he had made an enemy of someone. Even if he did, he would probably just shake his head with a helpless smile and mutter, "People really are diverse. There's kindness in everyone, but also plenty of hatred and hostility."

He had been walking with Isolde for quite a while before they finally stopped in front of a peculiar villa.

The reason it was called peculiar was because the villa's layout was odd. The gate was unusually large, and through the windows of the villa, you could see that the furniture inside was at least twice the size of normal chairs and tables.

"Isn't it strange? It feels really out of place. You'll understand soon enough," Isolde said mysteriously.

He quickly pressed the doorbell of the villa.

A loud, booming voice immediately rang out, "Which idiot decided to disturb me at this hour?! Get lost!"

Isolde didn't answer. Instead, he kept pressing the doorbell.

The loud voice became even more enraged, now laced with fury, "I'm pissed now. Whoever's at the door, you're dead!"

Suddenly, the ground trembled, as if some massive creature was approaching from inside.

Isolde turned his head, grinning, and with a flash, his figure disappeared, leaving Charles alone, standing in the wind, feeling a little dazed.

At that moment, the enormous door of the villa was swiftly swung open, and a massive figure blocked out the sunlight, appearing right in front of Charles.

Charles froze for a moment. The person in front of him was simply too large at least five meters tall like a giant, ferocious bear like beast, glaring at him in anger.

The giant's face was covered in wrinkles, and his chin was adorned with thick white whiskers, making him look quite elderly. No wonder Isolde referred to him as the old guy.

"Who are you? Never mind who you are, get out!" the giant shouted angrily. With a casual swipe, he sent Charles flying backward at high speed. Fortunately, Charles was quick on his feet and managed to control his body mid air, finally landing smoothly on the ground.

Without even glancing at him, the giant slammed the villa's massive door shut. But just as the door closed, the doorbell rang again.

"Are you looking to die?" the giant roared, swinging the door open again. He was met with the sight of Charles standing motionless at a distance.

Charles raised a single finger and pointed to a specific spot.

In the next moment, Isolde's figure quietly materialized in the spot Charles had pointed to, smiling cheerfully. "Old man, long time no see. Miss me?"

As soon as Isolde finished speaking, a massive fist came crashing down toward him. Isolde instantly teleported out of the way, narrowly avoiding the blow.

The previously smooth ground was now marred by a large crater, with dust and debris flying in all directions.

"Sigh, honestly, you really should work on your greeting style. If this were someone else, they'd be dead by now," Isolde said, dusting off his clothes with a shrug.

The giant, still standing at the door, grumbled, "You're just too weak. The Giant Clan only trusts physical strength."

With that, he turned and walked back into the villa. Isolde shook his head helplessly, then turned to Charles and shouted, "Alright, that was just a little joke. This old guy is in a good mood today, so he didn't chase me around to beat me up. Let's go; things should go smoothly for you."

Charles heard this and glanced at Isolde walking inside, then looked at the massive crater in the ground, silently thinking to himself, "How can you tell he's in a good mood?"

Soon, Charles followed Isolde into the villa.

Inside, he saw countless oversized pieces of furniture scattered around the hall. He quietly moved to sit next to Isolde on a sofa, both of them having more than enough space.

"What brings you here? Hurry up and tell me, I've got something important to deal with later," the giant, Bellamy, said as he sat at an office desk, casually fiddling with two stones in his hands.

Isolde immediately got to the point, "I know you have a lot of [Gold Essence] here. This is a friend of mine, and his mystical beast needs [Gold Essence] to level up. Bellamy, could you do me a favor... for old times' sake?"

Before Isolde could finish his sentence, the giant, Bellamy, disdainfully interrupted, "Your favor? You don't have any favor here. The fact that I haven't kicked you out already is showing you enough courtesy."

"You, old man, if I get the chance, I'll definitely give you a good beating!"

Isolde awkwardly laughed, and Charles quietly whispered in his ear, "Why does it feel like he really doesn't like you?"

"Bellamy's a very skilled blacksmith. A while ago, I accidentally interrupted him while he was forging a golden quality piece of equipment, and then..." Isolde responded, a bit embarrassed.

Bellamy let out a cold snort and said, "And that piece of equipment got ruined because of your interference, its quality dropped to orange, turning it into a failure."

"Do you have any idea how much time and effort I put into forging that golden quality piece of equipment?"