"Old man, was your home smashed up or robbed, why—"
Noticing the wreckage strewn across the floors on his way in, Otto bustled through the wooden door into Gute's treasure room, only for his words to abruptly cut off halfway.
His gaze landed on an ice sculpture in the room. At that moment, it was desperately blinking and glaring at him. He froze.
Was his home really robbed?!
After scanning the room again and finding that all the rare treasures he had seen before had vanished without a trace, Otto knew he had become a prophet.
I shouldn't be here.
I should be at home.
Seeing the state of the room, Otto somewhat regretted coming to see Gute today.
But he was truly in urgent need of a rare treasure, and Gute happened to be the only one who had it. He had already prepared himself to bleed heavily and be fleeced by Gute, but who could have expected Gute to be fated for disaster today?
Now that he had run into this, he could not leave even if he wanted to.
Gute's old eyes were bulging as though they were about to pop out. Anyone with eyes could tell he was shouting, "Save me! Save me!"
Seeing that he could not avoid it, Otto could only step forward and gather Solid Fire to melt the ice encasing Gute.
Had he not come, Gute would have remained frozen for several more hours before the ice slowly thawed on its own.
Now, as the Fierce Fire melted it away, the frozen layer on Gute's body immediately turned into a puddle of icy water steaming white mist.
"Old man, are you all right?"
Seeing Gute freed from his restraints, Otto offered a concerned question.
Yet Gute ignored him completely. With a dazed