Chapter 2617

Fogort thought for a moment and then spoke in a deliberately casual tone, adding an air of mystery to his words, “Well, you see, I really don’t know.” “What?” “Master Calcraft, in my book, any event has a 50-50 chance.” Fogort shook his head, reciting something his master once said. “My master once told me that everything in this world is up to fate, and all we can do is take action. I know how to extract that guy’s abilities, but there’s also a chance it could fail. Or I might not even get to him before I die. Who knows? “I don’t think too much about it; I just want to do what I believe is right. Maybe that way, I’ll find some satisfaction. “Now, Master Calcraft, I need to give you a word of advice.” Nash’s expression turned serious as he turned to look at the image of some figure on the elevator wall. The silhouette was very blurry, seemingly shrouded in mist. Fogort calmly continued, “Once I start to strip Alistair of his abilities, you must ignore me no matter the state I'm