Is Frank dead?

Suddenly, the three people in the sofa area had different faces.

Simon was simply surprised, after all, just mentioned this gambling dog.

Arthur and Maltz are a little more complicated.

Arthur rubbed his eyebrows, he resolutely refused to admit that he was 'favored by death' - where he went, people died?

This kind of thing is too, it's all just a coincidence.

It's like finding a thread from a sweater, and then pulling it hard, and the whole sweater becomes a ball of yarn.

What are the odds?

Very low, very low!

Slightly equal to nothing!

As for the 'medium' intuition just now?

You can't believe the words of the 'medium', let alone the intuition of the 'medium'?

I can't believe it!

It's all the 'medium's fault, not him.

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief and sat up straight, while the old sheriff on the side sighed slightly—he was lamenting the miracle of fate.

Sure enough, his own partner was 'favored by death'.

Strangers who meet their partners are likely to go through a 'death test'.

Pass the exam and live.

If you fail, it's death.

Thinking of this, the old sheriff glanced at Tate, who was silent.

The owner of the cane shop was clearly tormented by a headache and a secret discovery—the former causing his body pain, the latter making his anxiety uneasy.

"Tate, I think you need to be a little bit more careful lately."

The old sheriff felt obliged to remind the decent clerk that everyone had some secrets, and besides, such secrecy did not harm anyone else, and, as far as he knew, many shops offered similar services to attract the ladies of the rich and noble families to visit and relieve the loneliness of the ladies of the wealthy families.

Otherwise, wouldn't the ladies' walking sticks placed in the display stand become decorations?

As for men?

Clubs would be a better choice.

Or rent a house.

After all, those men have more freedom and choice in South Los.

"Okay, Sheriff, thank you."

Tate was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Then, he packed the two canes belonging to Arthur, along with the harness, wristband, and cane cloth that he had promised to match, into a high-quality box.

However, it was not given directly to Arthur, but to the old sheriff.

"Something like this has happened, and I can't face my real client for the time being - please help me pass it on to Mr. Credos."

Tate said, gesturing to the lounge with a hidden look.

"Okay."

With a gesture, the old sheriff naturally would not refuse.

When the old sheriff took the box, Tate first thanked the old sheriff slightly, and then bowed to Arthur to apologize.

Arthur raised his hat slightly in response.

Afterwards, the group walked out of the 'Tate Cane Shop', Arthur and Maltz went straight to the carriage, and Dick and a patrolman drove it.

Simon stayed behind to deal with the follow-up.

Sitting in the carriage, Maltz sighed.

"Tate is too sensitive, he should have been more calm, right?

Maybe that sign was putting too much pressure on him? ”

The signboard that the old sheriff said was the one that said, 'No matter how windy or rainy, from 8:30 a.m. to 17:00 p.m., we will see you or leave' - 20 years of perseverance is enough to turn some honors into burdens.

Arthur was noncommittal.

He didn't see anything wrong with Tate's expression.

Everything, all normal.

"Not all stores can be like 'Amanda Cat's Best Friends Home' - 245 years of persistence is really scary!"

Arthur can be sure that the 'Amanda Cat's Best Friends House' is a secret society.

That kind of power is definitely not something that ordinary people can have.

Could it be one of the cat pies?

Arthur wasn't sure yet.

However, whether it is or not does not prevent him from buying cat food and cat utensils - he believes that the 245-year-old 'Amanda Cat Best Friends Home' must have its own rules and rules of survival.

After all, it can't be ordinary people who have cats, right?

Chatting with the old sheriff, Arthur examined his two canes, which were made of iron birch with a hardness that pleased him.

A hard slap on an ordinary person can definitely make the opponent's bones break and tendons.

The carving of the head of the rod is lifelike, grasping the essence of Pendragon's expression, as long as you look at it, it is like seeing a lazy kitten.

Without hesitation, Arthur, who had obtained his cane, learned [Wand Fighting].

[Wand Fighting Lv1: In the middle of the Silver Age, an alchemist 'Ms. Abel' created this secret technique, the original purpose was just to make up for her lack of physical strength and make it safer when going out to find materials, but as time went by, she continued to improve this secret technique, and finally reached the current level: Effect: Consume some physical strength to cast a secret technique in the figure compound 'Ga', give the staff magic power, and become a wand with fighting ability within 1 minute]

(Note 1: The caster has and only one 'wand')

(Note 2: When the 'wand' in your hand is completely broken, you can choose a new 'wand')

(Note 3: The 'wand' cannot leave a 5m radius of the caster)

(Note 4: Lv1's 'Wand' fighting ability is equivalent to a fighting apprentice)

……

After consuming 20XP, a small and vague shadow of a cane appeared on Arthur's heart, which was only one-fiftieth in size compared to the palm phantom representing the [Hand of Nothingness] on the side, but it could still be seen.

At the same time -

【Spirituality +0.1】

……

Sure enough, +100 XP increases spirituality by 0.1! ’

Previously, after upgrading Lv4 of [Hand of Nothingness] consumed 100 XP and increased Spirituality by 0.1, Arthur had already noticed it, and when he chose the secret technique before discovering that he consumed a total of 90 XP, Arthur was ready to try to see if it was accurate.

After that, the 1XP consumed by [Stone Bullet] does not affect it.

However, when [Stone Bullet] increases Lv2, it will only be affected by consuming 100 XP.

If it is true that 100 XP points will increase his spirituality by 0.1, increasing the [Stone Bullet Technique] to Lv2 at will will make his safe spiritual scope stretched.

After all, the 'fault tolerance' of [Balanced Blood] is limited.

The cold feeling reappeared, Arthur's ears could hear the slightest shout, what the shout was, Arthur couldn't hear clearly, but instinctively wanted to chase the voice.

However, the burning heat on the fingers of his left hand calmed Arthur and made the coldness disappear again.

Arthur glanced at the [Spirituality] that had reached 0.4, and thought silently in his heart.

"Is there still a 0.2 spiritual security category, 200XP?"

Not much, but enough to do something.

At the very least, it will give him more power to protect himself.

Of course, what makes Arthur most fortunate is that support skills and the like are not counted in the spirituality, otherwise, with his plan of [bluffing], [intimidation], [eyes like torches], and [observing words and colors], it will not be enough at all.

With a hint of rejoicing, Arthur chose the one in the cat's nest from the two canes as the carrier of the [Wand Fighting] and put the other one back in the box.

And by this time the carriage had reached Mule Street.

Horse-drawn carriages are difficult to pass through the cramped streets, and Arthur and Maltz start walking under the leadership of Dicko - as for why the crime happened on Mule Street in the Didor, the Shire District needs to be policed?

It wasn't that Cook was already in power, and Arthur had become unscrupulous.

It's because Frank had left a case record at the Shire police station three days earlier.

It's about following the rules.

"Sheriff, advisor."

The patrolmen at the scene saluted Arthur and Maltz.

Because of the proximity, Cook of the Diocular District Police Department was one step ahead.

After the last remaining third-class officer of the Duo District bowed to Arthur in stealthily, he led Maltz inward—an alley that was cramped and stinking even more foul than before, and a wasteland at the end, much to Arthur's surprise.

According to his understanding, the residents of the crowded Mule Street will definitely make the most of this wasteland when they discover it.

As if discovering Arthur's surprise, Cook immediately fell one step behind.

"There are rumors of hauntings here!"

"Haunted?"

Arthur touched his chin.

"Well, it's rumored that there was a murder here more than 20 years ago, and there have been rumors of haunting since then, and as time goes by, the dilapidated houses are even more terrifying - the surrounding residents are very shy about coming here."

Cook nodded.

"How was the body found?"

Maltz asked.

"Scream!

It was the screams of the corpses before they died, which attracted people to come. ”

Cook said, gesturing forward.

Immediately, a charred corpse came into view.

The residual temperature of the corpse mixed with the unique smell of burning made the patrolmen around him avoid it, and some even vomited their breakfast.

Suddenly, the smell was even stronger.

Arthur, Maltz, and Cook walked up to the charred corpse indifferently - for the three of them, a charred corpse was just a charred corpse, and they had long been used to it.

The charred corpse was lying flat on the ground, already burned to the ground, and the things on his body were burned clean, except for a ring on his finger.

"Identifying Frank through this ring?"

Arthur asked.

"Yes, this is the gold ring that Frank won yesterday, he showed it off to a lot of people, and the person who just heard the screams confirmed that it was Frank's voice."

Cook replied.

Maltz, on the other hand, wore gloves and began to scrutinize the charred corpse, hoping to find clues.

Arthur frowned.

He looked at the ground under the charred corpse, looked around again, and then said directly to the two people beside him.

"Move the charred corpse out of the way and dig down."

Maltz and Cook were a little confused, but neither objected to Arthur's words, and immediately ordered the patrolmen to do their work.

The charred corpse was lifted.

The patrolmen dug down.

A moment later, a corpse appeared in front of everyone.

Of course, it doesn't matter.

What matters is that when Maltz saw the corpse, he exclaimed-

"Frank?!"

(End of chapter)