"Don't tell me…"
Zen muttered under his breath as he tried to burn the note repeatedly.
However, no matter what he did, no matter how much mana, evil energy, or divine energy he used with his skills and magic, the note remained without as much as a scratch.
"Did he really cast a protective magic or skill on this paper!?"
Feeling that Arthur had got him, Zen could not help but chuckle.
"Oh well…"
His gaze landed on the chest under the table once again.
"Let's see what's inside this one…"
Feeling a little excited, Zen hurriedly opened the chest.
Clack— Thud!
"..."
However, what he saw inside made him speechless.
Inside the chest was the very priest's robe that he had worn in the game just a few seconds ago.
"I remember folding it on the ground before the Rite of Firepower, though… How did they arrange everything in this space in that short while?"
