Marc Fraley frowned slightly, stepping forward and saying, "I blame myself for not watching him closely and not gaining his trust. I'll send someone to find him right now!"
"No need." The Semi-Saint waved his hand and then sighed, "At this point, he must have escaped long ago."
Everyone was silent, all of them seemingly shocked by the outcome.
Meanwhile, Ethan Smith's main body had already arrived at the ore storage room in Serene South City.
From the beginning, Ethan Smith had never trusted Marc Fraley. Given his temperament, he would never forget his hatred.
Ethan Smith sighed as he looked at the ore in front of him.
"If I were to auction these ores, I could make a fortune," Ethan Smith thought to himself.
But he couldn't possibly take all these ores with him in one go.
Left with no other choice, Ethan Smith decided just to pack as much as he could.
In no time, Ethan Smith's Spatial Magic Artifact was filled with ore.