Arthur unobtrusively rejects Malinda's offer of deal.

Arthur at 44 White Bird Street didn't really value it, but when its price was about to skyrocket, he sold it like this, which was obviously too much of a loss.

And the credit this time?

It can't be divided.

Arthur knew very well that only the full merit would be able to receive the true reward of the countess, not the 'painting of cakes'.

It's not that the countess doesn't want to 'draw cakes' when she is faced with complete credit.

Rather, in the attention of more of his subordinates, the other party had to reward him in order to show his 'fairness', 'justice' and 'noble glory' - you know, this is to avoid a plague!

But if it's divided.

Then there is an explanation.

The cunning of the nobility is born with greed, which is engraved in the bones - just as the inscrutable human heart.

Therefore, Arthur will never share his credit, even if Malinda promises information and secrets, he is very tempted - for the invulnerability and infinite strength of the 'war elephant', Arthur has a yearning, if he has such a physique, it is really convenient to act.

But he knew better that Malinda might know the secret, but it didn't mean that Malinda could directly let him get such a physique.

The countess's reward is straightforward.

Arthur naturally knew what to choose.

"The secret of the 'war elephant' physique, you are not moved at all?

Ignore the artillery attack and raise your hand to lift the carriage! ”

Malinda didn't give up yet, and continued to bewitch.

"Edwin should be invulnerable and powerful now, right?"

Arthur asked with a smile.

Malinda paused, then pursed the corners of her lips.

There is no doubt that the 'War Elephant''s physique is either some special talent that cannot be replicated at all, or it is an extremely inquisitive secret technique that can hardly be replicated.

Otherwise, with Malinda's style, how could she not copy a 'war elephant' of her own?

And how could the old lion be satisfied with just having a 'war elephant'?

Malinda took two puffs of her pipe.

He spat out the smoke straight at Arthur, and after being easily dodged by Arthur, he said angrily.

"The Dead Poets Society is an organization that emerged at the end of the empire, and the whole organization worships death, believing that death is elegant, like poetry."

With that, Malinda stopped.

"Want to know more?"

"Get the equivalent."

The lady still looked angry.

Arthur shook his head.

The young 'psychic medium' saw through the disguise of the Long Night Lady, and the other party was not angry at all, but only began to pretend to be angry in order to gain more initiative.

Why did Arthur have the confidence to see something from a shadow like Truda?

Naturally, because he spent 30XP to increase [Eyes Like a Torch], [Observing Words and Looks], and [Intimidation] to Lv4.

It's a pity that I met a 'lion pack' that was completely unreasonable.

However, Truda did not gain anything, but here Malinda did.

Arthur could already see something in Malinda's expression.

Not much, but enough.

Looking at Arthur, who shook his head, Malinda's eyes flashed with suspicion.

"Did you find anything?"

The woman asked abruptly.

Arthur didn't hesitate, and said directly and instinctively.

"There's been so much going on lately – too often, too intensively."

"That's right, the folks at the Dead Poets Society have been keen to stir up trouble before the plague was 'black' and used to appreciate it - starting with 'Axe Killer', 'Joel Chok Sword Club Murder', and everything that happened in my salon, and then the case of 'Amanda's Cat's Best Friend', I always felt like there was an invisible hand in control.

I even suspect that a member of the Death Poets Society, who followed tradition, had mixed up in my salon.

But after testing, I didn't find any suspicious people.

And the 'corpse. The appearance of the plague jar' proves that a new . The members of the Dead Poets Society are in South Los.

It's full of contradictions—

You know, the members of the traditional Death Poets Society looked down on the new faction, and thought that the new faction members who created plagues and toxins were reckless men and tarnished the grace of death.

Correspondingly, the members of the new School of Death Poets Society think that the traditional members of the Death Poets Society are too old-fashioned and pretentious.

The two sides have been fighting each other since the Silver Age, and it has not stopped for more than two hundred years.

Even at a certain time, the Dead Poets Society almost disappeared, and as a result, an agreement was reached between the two sides that it would definitely not appear in the same place.

This is a binding force of contract! ”

With Arthur's exclamation full of [bluffing], Malinda was moved.

The lady frowned tightly, and in the pipe she was holding, the sparks began to flicker rapidly.

"The appearance of the contract itself is to be broken, and it can also be broken, such as ......

'Lions'! ”

Arthur said softly.

Malinda was stunned for a moment, and then, her eyes lit up.

To break the contract is to face death.

But the 'lions' can make people forget about life.

As for the 'lion pack' of the old lion, there are only three followers left?

Who can guarantee that the old lion did not leave a hand?

"I'll look for you again in the evening!"

Malinda put away the secret room prop, and the two appeared in Maltz's office, and then, after the lady nodded slightly to Maltz, she hurried away.

"It seems that Arthur's help has made this lady very rewarding!"

Maltz laughed as he looked at Malinda, who had rushed into the police yard.

"She's only temporarily confused by 'common sense.'"

Arthur didn't take credit.

He doesn't think he's smarter than Malinda.

He knew very well that he was only accustomed to the 'foreigner' mode of thinking and was not bound by 'local common sense'.

He believes that even if Malinda is bound by 'local common sense', she will still find it boring.

Because, that's Malinda. Julius. Caesar.

The second partner of his choice.

"Nope!

Temporary confusion is enough to cause irreparable damage - just like Arthur, you found out that the whole incident was Truda's one-man show at the beginning, so you can play with the other party with ease, not only to ask the other party's secrets, but also to use your body as bait to fish out the other party's companions!

Ms. Caesar's reaction has already spoken for itself. ”

Maltz said very seriously.

Obviously, the sheriff had misunderstood something again, and looking at the admiration in the sheriff's eyes at the moment, even Arthur felt a little ashamed, he really wanted to tell Maltz that you were thinking too much.

But this will inevitably make his first partner sad.

This kind of thing Arthur absolutely does not want to see.

"Well, Maltz is really observant!"

Arthur nodded as usual, and sighed slightly in his heart.

Let me bear the suffering of my companions alone. ’

Arthur couldn't help but be moved by this righteousness of his own.

However, the hunger pang from his stomach pulled Arthur back to reality-

"Maltz, can I taste Sergeant-2's lunch?"

"Of course!"

Arthur has the status of special adviser to the Shire and enjoys the treatment of a second-class police officer, which naturally includes meals during overtime.

A pound of roast beef, a whole smoked chicken thigh, salad, two fist-sized baked potatoes, two spoonfuls of cream (5g each), a pinch of salt, black pepper (about 5g) and stewed fruit broth (with sugar).

The sheriff's lunch is an extra spoonful of cream, a spoonful of honey and a pinch of sugar (about 5 grams).

It's a sumptuous lunch.

The average family is only able to eat it at dinner on weekends.

As for the poor?

It's great to fill your stomach, and this kind of food is a luxury.

"Hey, would you like to try this?"

Maltz pulled a wine bottle out of a drawer and shook it at Arthur.

Arthur, who had already silently picked up the smoked chicken legs, shook his head, alcoholic drinks, although they can relax the spirit, but they can also paralyze the body, and he is not sensitive.

But the chicken thighs won't.

But just as Arthur opened his mouth and bit down, there was a knock on the door—

Knock, knock!

"Come in!"

Maltz saw his subordinate Simon through the glass and immediately responded.

Immediately, the probationary police officer pushed the door in, and after saluting the two of them, he said in a deep voice.

"Sheriff, advisor, Chermi is dead!"

(End of chapter)