Albers' eyes widened.

What did he see?

He saw Arthur splash the wailing banshee with two tubes of concentrated sulfuric acid!

Although Arthur shouted 'Evil spirit, purify', it was definitely not the holy water that was spilled - after the end of the Holy Age, the recipe for the holy water was long lost, leaving only some finished holy water to be collected.

But after the entire Silver Age, even if there is still holy water in the hands of individual nobles, how much power is left of those holy waters?

I'm afraid it's just slightly hot boiled water.

Speaking of it seriously, it really doesn't work as well as concentrated sulfuric acid.

And, more importantly, concentrated sulfuric acid actually worked.

In the face of the rumored banshee who killed her husband and children, dedicated her body and mind to the 'gods', but regretted it at the last moment, and thus kept wailing, concentrated sulfuric acid turned out to be really effective!

You know, in the middle of the Silver Age, a Wailing Banshee on the banks of the Senna River had a record of slaughtering a hundred soldiers - the Wailing Banshee, which came and went like the wind, the sword was ineffective, and the bloodthirsty Wailing Banshee was a battlefield nightmare for any soldier

Laugh at!

Concentrated sulfuric acid corroded the face of the wailing banshee, causing the other party to roar again and again, and the [spider claw] in Arthur's hand had already swept over the neck of the wailing banshee.

The sharp blade sliced through the Wailing Banshee's neck without hindrance.

But the cyan phosphorus fire burned at the wound.

Then, the wound healed at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Be careful, it doesn't fear swords!"

Albers reminded Arthur.

Arthur had already grabbed Albers and rushed to the dungeon.

Such a move made Albers a little confused.

Didn't you come down to save him, and then fight the Wailing Banshee?

How did you go straight away?

Albers, who was carried by Arthur in his hand, saw the smoke at the feet of the wailing banshee as Arthur jumped...... Dynamite?

Dynamite?!

In an instant, the detective's eyes widened.

Not one or two, it's two bundles of ignited explosives!

When?

The detective subconsciously looked up at Arthur, who had already closed the door to the dungeon with Maltz, and he found that he seemed to need to get to know this 'medium' again!

'Sulfuric acid purification, explosives removal, is this the 'spirit medium' of the pioneer era? ’

As a detective of his time, Albers seemed to open the door to a new world at this moment.

Rumble!

After a violent explosion, the dungeon became silent.

The howling banshee's roar was gone.

The huge impact force deformed the entire dungeon's metal doors.

Arthur didn't look closer, he was far away, throwing lit explosives through the cracks in the deformed dungeon doors.

This scene made Albers's eyes light up again.

Boom Boom!

A series of explosions came from inside the dungeon.

It rang thirty times before Arthur motioned for the manor guards to work together to remove the deformed gate.

The lit kerosene lamp was hung down by a rope.

In the light, the Wailing Banshee was reduced to fragments of her limbs.

The chilling winter melon head was even fried into powder.

"Dead!"

Albers said with great certainty.

Suddenly, the people around him breathed a sigh of relief.

"Clean up the battlefield!"

"Albert takes care of the injured lads!"

The old butler took the hunter and began to clean up the aftermath.

The smoke of gunpowder was thick and the flames remained, and the people of Oak Manor were busy.

As for the two people who were originally in the dungeon?

Who's that?

Does it matter?

It doesn't matter, everyone has chosen to forget - a moment before the start of the war, the old butler has already informed everyone in the manor of the 'truth'.

The old lord was killed by murder.

Thankfully, the old lord had settled the real heir beforehand.

And they have a reliable 'ally'.

This passage has been processed by the old butler to become more reasonable and easy to accept.

"It's terrible!"

Maltz sat on one side, looking at the entrance to the manor—a scene that reminded him of the Seven Years' War.

The same cruelty.

It's the same...... Fortunate!

Subconsciously, Maltz looked at Arthur.

He knows where this luck comes from.

Albers, however, came over at this time.

"Sergeant Maltz, can you tell me a little bit about Arthur?"

The detective looked at the sheriff of the Shire with an expectant expression.

Maltz was stunned, then smiled.

He knew what Albers wanted to know, and he said immediately.

"Arthur is a true master......"

By the time Maltz was 'telling the truth' to Albers, Arthur was already crouching beside the corpses of the black cavalry—he watched as the old butler took off the helmet of the black cavalry.

Although there are many people whose faces are disfigured, there are also many who are intact.

"Do you recognize them?"

Arthur asked.

"I don't recognize it, it's strange."

The old butler shook his head.

Arthur's eyes immediately narrowed, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Did you find anything?"

The old butler noticed Arthur's expression and immediately asked.

"I didn't find anything, but I thought that the silent appearance of a cavalry of 50 men in South Los was really worth thinking about—of course, it was for the Earl to think about!

As for us here?

Can you have the suspension bridge repaired first?

I'm afraid that there will be guests in a moment. ”

Arthur didn't say it explicitly, but the old butler understood it instantly.

After all, it is well known that the Count of Nanlos is the master of Nanlos, but Nanlos is not monolithic.

Being able to hide a 50-man cavalry near South Los is definitely not possible for ordinary people.

Aristocrat!

Only the nobility can do it!

Almost subconsciously, the old butler began to think about the time when Bauer would leave and return, the location that the other party could reach, and so on.

But just as the old butler was thinking, he found Arthur shaking his head slightly at him.

The old housekeeper was stunned.

"We are the victims!"

"Not only have we suffered heavy casualties and our inability to search for the enemy, but we have also suffered great losses in terms of property – let everyone know about that."

Arthur lowered his voice, emphasizing.

He didn't care before!

But now the Oak Estate is his property!

The follow-up war between the old lion of the inner bay and the tigress of South Los must not be burned to the Oak Manor, because the Oak Manor has been exhausted in the first battle just now.

The Oak Manor has fulfilled its obligations as a vassal, and the Count of Nanlos naturally has to fulfill the promise of the vassal.

At this moment, we must no longer take the initiative to attract the attention of the old lion.

Even, to pose weakly!

It's just an excuse, but you can put it off for as long as you can! ’

Arthur sighed.

Once again, he felt his weakness.

What is he compared to those two?

But that didn't stop him from bending down and grabbing the blood and gunpowder dirt beneath his feet.

Arthur squeezed the soil in his hands, carefully felt the reality brought by the land, and the attachment to the land in his blood unconsciously began to awaken.

He squinted, and then put the handful of dirt in his pocket.

Then, he strode towards the gate of the manor.

There, a horse-drawn carriage came to a steady stop.

Malinda, here.

(End of chapter)