Chapitre 151: Mystical Tracking.

Then Abel shrugged and said, "That's just my guess. I am not paid to guess. I have done my job and will now leave. The rest is up to you."

Count finally spoke up. He said, "Wait."

Abel became angry. He pointed his staff at Count and said, "You too? You're also doubting my ability? Wait a minute for me to prepare my attack. I will show you how I have survived the foreign battlefield all these years."

Count chuckled and raised both his hands in mock surrender. "I'm not doubting your ability, old friend. But what if the target is a shape-shifter?"

Abel's face fell. What Count said was reasonable, as it would explain the failure of his technique. But this only made him more angry and furious. 

He said with anger, "Nicely done. I'll admit defeat this time around."

Count rolled his eyes. "I didn't know when I called you. I began to suspect it just a few minutes before you arrived. By that time, it was too late."