Chapter 59

Seeing that the two experts were looking at him, George and Jack along with the other spectators also looked over to Timothy's location. Once everyone looked at him, they felt a sense of fear running through their heads, but the majority of them felt that they could defeat him in a fight since he was only in the Elementary stage of cultivation and at a very low level as well!

"Hey Timothy, you should stop playing around right now, we are all trying to enjoy this show and it looks like whatever it is that you are doing, is interrupting the two experts." George was the first to come to his senses as he tried to reason with Timothy. However, it was not until a hidden figure placed a hand on Timothy's head, that the aura radiating out of him, had finally subsided.

"Master?" Jack shouted out before heading over to where the figure was now carrying Timothy who was now completely passed out, over his shoulder. "How come you came to this auction house? I did not hear you earlier during the auction?" Jack was now asking his master many questions, until his master put his other hand up in a way to tell Jack to remain silent.

"You two can continue your battle with each other. Whoever wins, can make their way over to my Holy Sword Institute. You both qualify for an elder position with your current feats. However, I will understand if that is outside of your current set of plans since it looks like you both have decided to leave Bark Kingdom if you were to win." Jack's master said because the two Master stage experts were still staring at not only Timothy, but this newcomer who had an even higher cultivation stage compared to them!

"Jack, be sure to keep that friend of yours George some company. Leave this youngster to me. You do not have to worry, I will make sure that he remains completely safe from harm. Even if you were not associated with him, I would still be keeping him safe within the walls of the school." Jack's master told his disciple before he instantly disappeared as if he was never within the Maroon Auction House.

Everyone present more or less understood that Jack's master was involved with the Holy Sword Institute and that he was one of the pillars of the school. Therefore, as much as they wanted to head over to interrogate Jack, I would be useless. The Holy Sword Institute was rather notorious for keeping what went on in their walls a complete secret to the outside world.

Many hours later, Timothy had finally awoken. All that he could remember, was that he felt a lust for combat and that it took over him completely. The more he thought about it, the less he actually understood the entire situation. However, after being taken over by the lust for combat, he felt a warm pressure enter his body before collapsing.

"Wait, where am I?" noticing that he was in a bed in a fairly large room, Timothy began to slowly panic, until he looked over and saw his storage ring and clothes sitting on a small desk at the side of the bed. "Master Sei, where am I and what happened?" Timothy immediately stood up and sent a mental message to his master, but he was unable to hear a response.

For the first time in many years, he was actually alone. After calming down shortly after redressing himself and putting the storage ring onto his finger, Timothy realized something about the scene. He was clearly in a building, and if his master was not answering his calls, it must have meant that a true expert was nearby. It was a personal bet he had made, but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense that it would be strange for someone to be able to take the metal ball out of his body.

Several months before this, Master Sei had told him how the metal ball carrying his soul had merged with Timothy's soul slowly over the course of time that they had spent together with it in his body. Therefore, even if he did not have the skills yet to investigate the current state of his soul, there was no reason for him to worry about some expert being able to pull it out of him.

Timothy now felt that he had to be on guard as if whatever happened to make him end up here might involve someone who would not have a problem killing him. And so as he walked towards the only door of the room, he withdrew all of the usable armor he could in a situation like this as well as his sharp sword that his father had given him. Even if the person who abducted him were to attack, he still felt able to land at least one blow.

Opening the door as slowly as he could, Timothy began by taking a small peek outside of the room. It was strange to him that his room did not have a window, but at least from the looks of it, there were windows at the very end of the hall outside of his door. He decided that his only chance would be to head towards the window and to use it to escape.

As he tiptoed and hid between the different statues and other items that were scattered nicely around the hall, a voice rang out near him. "Hey Timothy, do not worry it's me, Jack!" turning around towards the voice, Timothy recognized that it was Jack standing there and looking as if he had not slept in several days.

He was unsure whether or not if he could trust Jack, so Timothy held out the sword in front of him and pointed towards Jack. It could not be helped, right now the only person he could trust was his master, and currently he was unable to ask him about everything that happened after he had passed out.