"Now isn't the time for making eyes at each other." Hobart broke the eye contact between the two Nighthawks members. "Will lost too much blood just now. Though his life isn't in danger, he's still very weak. Rest here. The rest of you, come with me to search Hayman's residence."
Brian nodded and immediately led the way for Hobart.
After the team members left, Will finally felt the wonder of the mystical world. He had been on the verge of death, yet he had simply come back to life.
Just then, the doctor who had treated him earlier passed by. "Y-you're not dead?"
Will hurriedly swayed to his feet. "Doctor, thank you for your care just now. Yes, um, one of my teammates is a highly skilled surgeon."
"Lord of Storms! I must be dreaming!" the doctor said in disbelief. "Only in a dream could there be a surgeon who makes wounds heal instantly."
Hobart and the other two arrived at Hayman's residence. It was a two-room apartment on the second floor.
Both rooms were now a complete mess, and the air was filled with the stench of rotten flesh.
Hobart noticed several large shattered clay jars on the floor. The foul smell came from the fragments.
There was also a smaller clay jar on the table nearby. Its lid had an iron clasp that could securely fasten it shut.
Hobart said, "That small jar was probably what Hayman used to store the Sealed Artifact. Those shattered large jars must have contained a great deal of putrid flesh. The main body of the Multi-Eyed Monster was likely pieced together from that rotten flesh."
Only then did he realize that although his ability to "discover loopholes" and "summarize patterns" had not grown stronger, his powers of observation had improved greatly.