After properly aligning himself and honestly collaborating with the godfather, Tovatus no longer caused any trouble.
He spoke directly about Camarcel's weaknesses—
"To defeat that man, theoretically, there are only three methods."
Tovatus's face rarely bore a smile.
He slowly explained, "The principle is simple... his spells must switch using his line of sight as a toggle button.
"His glasses are not plain... they are nearsighted glasses, sealing his vision with mismatched degrees."
"Wouldn't that permanently damage his vision?"
"An Elf's body can live for one thousand years; how could it be damaged by such a trivial thing?"
Tovatus shook his head, "That is to say, as long as you can somehow blind him, or block his vision with water bubbles or a transparent helmet, he would only be able to use Time Stop;
"Similarly, if you knock his glasses off, he would only be able to use Time Reversal."
"What if I shatter just one lens of his glasses?"
