Chapter 4382: Night "It’s spacious than I had thought," said Wolfden as he looked at the abode. We have stepped into a beautifully decorated living room. I had decorated myself and was quite proud of it; most importantly, the interior made the room look bigger than it is. "I didn’t want it to be too cramped," I replied. Aside from the living room, there are two doors. Each leads to a bedroom. There is no kitchen, practice room, or anything. I needed to make space as small as possible. If I had been alone, there wouldn’t have been a private room. The single room would have been the living room, bedroom, and practice room. "Take these things, they will help you with your condition till we reach the village," I said, and handed the man a box. I am sure he has things, but they are of good quality. All of it crafted by me. I didn’t use any of the material produced in my core, that is the best stuff, but unfortunately, I can’t take the risks. He is not in danger. His condition isn’t good, but it’s not that bad either, for him to need those things. It’s good stuff. It will help him a lot. "Thank you, Prime Arys," replied the man as he took the box before walking toward the room. He opened the door of the room on the left and walked inside, closing the door behind him. I didn’t stay in the living room either and stepped into the room on the right. My clothes disappeared, and I entered the shower. Twenty minutes later, I came out feeling refreshed, and all the tiredness from the battle had vanished. I may have only defended it, but it wasn’t easy. Art is never easy. I changed into new clothes and lay down on the bed, before closing my eyes. A moment later, I am in my core, in front of tens of windows. All these windows are showing the data on the energy, and seeing it, my heart couldn’t help but turn somber. Haklin is a powerful enemy, as he used the blood strings. I didn’t feel like it was his strongest move. Over 90% of the blood in the blood strings was not his. It belongs to Prime Wolfden, and I have read enough about blood arts that I know the blood of the user is most dangerous. That man’s art had sensed something about me, and seeing the madness, I know, he will come for me. The next time, he will be stronger, and I need to be prepared for that as well. If my blood fell into that man’s hands, the consequences would be terrible. It is why my clone had already started working on designing a powerful defense against it. I worked with it for a few hours before walking into the library. I sat down on the mat and closed my eyes before focusing on my constitution. Since the first day, I have never missed a day to comprehend the laws. I don’t know when I will leave, but I will do so as soon as possible. That would be tomorrow, or two years from now, or more. The future is uncertain, but what is certain is the benefits of this prison, and I want to make use of them as much as possible. The laws, especially. I may not be able to use their powers in the battle, but I am using the knowledge in my inheritance. I had noticed that my progress had increased since I arrived here. I want to make good progress in my law; it would help me a lot in my inheritance. Hours passed, and I delved into the law of swallowing. Comparing it to what I observed from the absorption. There are a lot of similarities, but even more differences. Especially with the law of swallowing, I am comprehending. The laws are vast, even if a thousand people comprehend the same law. Each one of them will be slightly different. Take the. Finally, I am finished and opened my eyes, and a moment later, I began to draw the runes. I drew them for a while before I stopped. I rested till I felt fine and began working on the inheritance. Hun! Hours passed by when I sensed the alarm from my abode and opened my eyes immediately. There are a few windows in front of me, showing what it had sensed. A familiar soul sense had washed over it, belonging to none other than Haklin. I thought the man would be nursing his wounds. That backlash had injured him, but here, he is searching for me. If it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t have been worried, but here I am watching the things with bated breath. People with artistic talents are dangerous, because not all can comprehend them. It needs something specific to comprehend the art. In those who are not living in the celestial realms. So, I have to be careful to deal with him in case he finds the abode. I am now much better prepared to deal with him than before, but so is he. Most importantly, he knows what I can do, but I don’t know what he can do. This uncertainty is problematic when dealing with someone with the arts. Time passed as his soul sense kept moving the area around the abode. He hadn’t sensed it; there was no target or fluctuation in the soul sense. My abode is tracking everything carefully. Still, I wish I had been in my best abode; the chances of him finding me in there would have been much smaller. Not only because it is very stealthy, but also because he wouldn’t be expecting me to hide in a spatial. Especially since it is as small as a thumbnail. Even outside, the abode of that small area is very rare. Minutes passed, and finally, his soul sense moved away from the area. Still for a few minutes, I kept watching, in case it was any trick, but it wasn’t. I went back to the core and worked for a few hours before coming out. I removed all the stuff from the room and practiced my methods by the time I was finished. I am lying in a pool of my sweat, in deep sleep, without care for the filth, I am sleeping in.