The strange noise outside the window made Maltz vigilantly draw his saber - the perennial meticulous maintenance had made the saber still sharp, and in the candlelight, it was even more cold.

Maltz quickly approached the window along the wall.

The reflection of the blade of the saber was used to look out the window.

But, nothing.

"Is it because the 'sheriff' is here and attracts the wildcats?"

Maltz muttered to himself.

Then the old sheriff began to stand still, at first with force, and then slowly began to retract his strength, creating the illusion that the person who heard the footsteps was far away.

And he stood still, listening intently to the movement outside the window.

It took a full ten minutes for the old sheriff to confirm that there was no one outside.

After putting the knife back into its sheath, putting it back in the crate, and then carefully putting the other old fellow back in the crate, Maltz's eyes looked at the faded medallion, and he raised his hand to touch it, but the expression on his face became more and more lonely.

The crate was re-locked and pushed back under the bed.

Maltz sat down at his desk again, picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write—

My friend, South Los in autumn, is the land of abundant harvest, enough to make anyone's heart flutter!

Come to South Los!

We eat fish!

……

The old sheriff writes letters.

Putting the 'pedestrian corpse' into the [Athos Box], Arthur, who was standing in the shadows, was shocked.

What's the deal with that arquebus?

Why does it give me a feeling of coming alive?

And......

Why is the breath so similar to Fujin and Wuni?

You know, Fujin and Fogny are about to be promoted to magical creatures!

Can a dead thing be promoted to a magical creature?

Or is it a special item?

Arthur was puzzled, even when he returned to No. 2 Kirk Street and lay on the bed in the 'Psychic Hall', he still didn't understand what was going on.

But there was one thing, Arthur was sure.

What his partner experienced back then was not so simple.

Everything has a cause!

A dead thing becomes a magical creature or a special prop, and it is definitely not something that can be done by killing more people - if this is the case, with the style of the nobles, the current population of the world will be reduced by at least ninety percent.

Even, more.

Therefore, it must be related to the incident back then.

'A musket corps of one hundred and twenty men, all of them went berserk, and Maltz escaped because he was unconscious......

What happened back then? ’

Arthur pondered.

But the age and lack of information left Arthur with nothing.

Moreover, Arthur knew that it would be the same if he thought about it.

He immediately began to adjust, focusing on the things at hand.

'Let's say Marinda really got some news about the 'Blood Marquis' family the night before and wanted me to find my way......

Now it's enough to get some people moving, right? ’

Perhaps Malinda only said because she simply recognized the [Blood Ring of Balance], 'Did you destroy the Blood Marquis family?' Such words.

But Arthur didn't like the passivity.

He prefers to take the initiative.

Originally, his plan was a little more tactful, but he didn't expect to encounter an unexpected intruder at 10 Clara Street - and he certainly had to take advantage of this kind of opportunity.

The effect is good.

Arthur is looking forward to what's to come – definitely not to fish in troubled waters.

He is a simple and young 'little spirit medium', how can he have so many bad intentions.

It's just a coincidence.

Everything is a coincidence.

Of course, we must find a time and place to free up the [Chest of Atos] inventory.

Otherwise, it will soon become a corpse box.

Arthur thought to himself and slowly fell asleep.

Arthur, with Pendragon in his arms, seemed to be asleep faster than ever because of the exhaustion of the day's travel—and at the end of the Kirk street, a figure was walking slowly.

The other party cleverly used the shadows of the moonlight and the building to cover his figure, and approached the target little by little.

But the next moment, the strong palpitations made the other party stop.

Looking up slightly, I saw two crows above the roof.

The other party quickly bowed his head and stepped back step by step.

When you come to the Kirk Street intersection again, you turn around and run

Arthur, who was breathing evenly and even snoring slightly, opened one eye, but then closed it, snoring even louder.

At dawn, Arthur followed his biological clock and woke up.

When No. 2 Kirk Street was warm again and the water was boiling, Arthur took the boiling water to wash, and Pendragon rolled his body into a C shape and continued to sleep on the bed.

When the newsboy's voice sounded, Arthur paid more errands than usual, and asked the other party to go to Mouse Street to find Wiggins—you have to take the risk to go to Mouse Street, and this price is very fair.

Arthur wouldn't explain to the newsboy that it would be safe for him to deliver letters on his behalf.

Because, it will only make the newsboy feel that he is haggling.

And, it will quickly spread a bad reputation in South Los .

Never underestimate the humble newsboy.

In a way, they are the first port of call for the spread of the word.

"I'll deliver it on time for you!"

The newsboy, who was paid 5 zero, showed a smile.

Arthur smiled, and at the same time, after buying the newspapers of the day, the daily newspaper of South Los and the Clarion, turned back to the house.

Breakfast was still sausages, pickles, bread, but the corn soup had turned into milk—Arthur didn't have time to prepare food for himself at all.

This gave Arthur the idea of hiring a cook again.

It's a pity that the immediate one was vetoed.

He has too many secrets in him.

A strange cook, too dangerous—for both of them.

Jingle bells, jingle bells!

The doorbell rings, causing Arthur, who was reading a newspaper at the dining table, to get up and open the door—through the peephole, Arthur sees Heywood standing outside the door.

"Good morning, Mr. Credos.

Hope it didn't bother you. ”

As he spoke, the black-hearted landlord took out the 30 golden ticket in his arms.

This is the remuneration that was previously commissioned.

Arthur, naturally, would not refuse.

He paid.

These golden tickets are what he deserves.

However, the appearance of Heywood standing up after that surprised him a little.

"Anything else?"

"The folks of Pine Street appreciate your help and would like to invite you to a dinner party on Pine Street over the weekend."

Heywood said as he looked at Arthur cautiously.

In Heywood's mind, a big man like Arthur had to do everything he could.

But the difficulty of wanting to tie up such a big man is far beyond imagination.

Even if he wanted to break his head, it could only be in the name of the entire Pine Street.

Of course, it wasn't his willfulness or pretense, and he had informed the other neighbors of Pine Street—even though he knew that the neighbors of Pine Street would agree.

Arthur subconsciously wanted to say no outright - he didn't really want to go to dinner with strangers, even if in some way, he did save the residents of Pine Street.

But he's already been paid, and that's enough.

Everyone has their own lives and very different ways of life.

If you interact too much, it's not good for each other.

However, as the words came out, Arthur looked at Heywood in front of him and suddenly thought of something.

Immediately, his words of refusal became euphemistic.

"Next time.

On the weekend, I have some personal matters that I want to take care of. ”

Arthur said with a smile.

"Of course, of course."

"Your business is the most important thing!"

Heywood, who was already overjoyed, said again and again.

No stern refusal is a good enough outcome for him.

Then, the black-hearted landlord was ready to say goodbye - the big man's euphemistic refusal does not mean that the big man is easy to talk to, and if he is dead and shameful, it will outweigh the losses.

However, the black-hearted landlord did not give up, and he will come with a gift next time.

Not something of value, but with heart.

For example: fruit picked at the farm in person.

But just as Heywood was about to leave, Arthur suddenly said-

"Heywood, do you know anything about the murderous mansion of South Loth?"

(End of chapter)