Fornack's sinister laughter, a crisp sound, echoed on the second floor.

But, nothing happened.

Arthur, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at each other with a smirk.

The mechanism in the room in front of me was cleverly arranged, but that was only for the average person.

If you compare it to 2 Kirk Street, it's like meatballs in a big pot – obviously.

Dicko, who was standing downstairs, unexpectedly glanced at Cook, who was not moving behind him, and then whispered disdainfully at the remaining patrolmen who had run out far away—

"Bastard, give me all back!

With an advisor here, how could this guy succeed! ”

The rest of the patrolmen came back in disagreement.

Upstairs, Fornack's sinister smile froze on his face.

"Impossible! When pigs fly!

This is set up by the master of the machine!

How could you possibly crack it? ”

Fornak roared as he pressed the trap harder.

There was a click, and nothing happened.

"Have you ever thought that you were scammed?"

"And ......

You don't take the opportunity I give you as an opportunity.

You don't even want to call me Mr. Credos until now. ”

Arthur, who was sitting on the sofa, slowly picked up Pendragon, he lowered his head and teased Pendragon with his fingers, his eyes didn't even look at Fornack, but the looming momentum on his body had already made Fornak slump to the ground and tremble

[Threat] flashed rapidly.

"Mr. Gram, Mr. Credos, please, please give me another chance!

I say, I say both! ”

Fornak burst into tears.

And at this moment, Arthur finally determined that the other party was abnormal.

Or to be precise, a little mentally abnormal.

'Born?

Or have you been affected by the secret art of the fake 'Blood'?

Or is it ......

What amazing things did you witness? ’

Arthur wondered in his heart.

The world in front of us has a mystery, so it's not that the more you know, the better, sometimes you can live better if you are ignorant.

If you know too much, you'll go crazy.

Unless, there is a corresponding safe 'spirituality'.

If it's an unsafe 'spirit', it's a layer of Accelerated Death or Crazy Buffs.

What is the case for Fornack?

Arthur couldn't be sure.

There is no ability to heal the other party.

But the other party's state of affairs made Arthur have to be more serious to be able to distinguish which part of what the other party said was true and which part was a false fantasy

At the same time, the fog that stayed on the roof flapped its wings.

Flew to the Shire District Police Station.

The owner of the 'Haidt Furniture Store' is still in custody at the police station.

Naturally, I didn't have to worry about it before.

Right now?

It's the need to keep an eye on it.

Arthur had an instinct that the Haidt knew more and was more valuable than the Fornack in front of him, but ...... You can't startle the snake.

……

In the 'Tate Cane Shop', Simon and the patrol officers have long since left, and the damaged gate has been temporarily hung in the form of 'emergency repairs', barely able to be called a door.

Tate sat in the store with a blank face.

He knew he deserved to die.

Even if it is coerced.

But he did that kind of thing after all.

It is a felony to mint gold without permission.

With the ability of that 'medium', he will soon be able to track him down.

Maybe the other party already knew everything, so the old sheriff would remind him.

'Alas.

I ruined everything I loved! ’

Tate stepped out and took off his sign.

He raised his hand and stroked the inscription on it: 'No matter how windy or rainy, from 8:30 in the morning to 17:00 in the evening, we will see you or leave.' ’

It was carved by his own hands and wiped every day.

He seems to remember him at that time, and he is full of confidence that he can do a good job in this shop, and even pass it on proudly.

Can ...... now

'I failed you! ’

The owner of the cane shop, after putting the signboard away, began to sort out the remaining canes in the shop, which the customers ordered but did not take.

Then, he marked them one by one, and left a 'sorry' text.

After that, he walked back to his signboard with his carving knife.

Call!

Taking a deep breath, the cane shop owner picked up the carving knife and stabbed himself in the neck.

Since you have tarnished your love, let's wash it with blood!

With this sense of purity, Tate chose to die.

However, before the carving knife could touch his neck, he was stopped by Maltz, who had been staring at him.

"Sheriff Maltz, please let me go, I don't have the face to live anymore."

Tate, who was blocked, whispered, tears streaming down his face.

If we were to seek death because of this, more than half of the entire population of South Los would have to die. ’

The old sheriff looked at Tate in front of him, and emotion appeared in his eyes.

He hadn't seen this kind of pure guy in years.

Except for some real fools.

Even a simple peasant has a hint of cunning belonging to the countryman in the depths of his eyes.

...... like Tate

Rarer than gemstones.

So—

Bang!

Maltz threw a punch that caused him to bend completely and the carving knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Looking at the other party's appearance in pain, still wanting to pick up the carving knife, the old sheriff confirmed that the other party should really want to die, not disguise.

Raising his foot and kicking the graver into the corner, Maltz, who was carrying a long crate, asked.

"Because you made a golden cane, you're ready to die?"

In order to prevent Tate from doing anything stupid again, Maltz grabbed the other man by the collar and pressed him against the wall, restraining the other party.

Tate's lips trembled slightly when he heard Maltz's question.

Eventually, a trembling voice.

"Not one, it's twenty-three."

Hiss!

You're damned!

Maltz gasped inwardly, he somewhat regretted preventing Tate from committing suicide - a golden cane could be easily covered up by both him and his partner, twenty-three...... I'm afraid it's a little difficult.

However, at the thought of his partner's explanation, the old sheriff immediately calmed down.

"You want to die?"

"Hmm."

Tate nodded in the face of the old sheriff's questioning.

"You're done?"

"When that's done, Monsieur Credos is my last guest—and I'll have an account for the rest, and they'll be taken away by their respective masters."

Tate looked at the hive cabinet and spoke softly.

"Oh, no!

I'm missing a cane! ”

The old sheriff let go of Tate's collar and raised his hand to gesture to himself.

To this, Tate smiled wryly.

"Thank you for everything you did for me, but ......"

"The cane, in addition to elegance and pretense, has the greatest function of supporting a person's weight, the legs of some guys whose legs and feet are inconvenient, and it is also the life support of these guys.

And an old guy like me needs a sturdy and durable cane that can support his body, can't he?

And what is wrong with me choosing a trusted craftsman?

If you want to die, you can make me this cane and die! ”

Maltz, like Arthur, was a man of few words.

He chose his own way to persuade the cane shop owner.

He knew very well that as long as the cane shop owner calmed down, everything would turn out for the better.

And in the face of such pure guys......

Don't be too simple!

Catch the ruthless exploitation that the other party loves!

"But, but ......"

"Don't do it, hurry up and get a ruler."

Maltz urged.

Tate hesitated, walked to the counter, and took out his familiar tape measure, his mind immediately recalled countless situations over the past 20 years, the excitement and apprehension of measuring a guest's arm for the first time, the embarrassment and overwhelm of the first mistake, the joy of the first time he was complimented, and the embarrassment of being embarrassed for the first time......

For a while, all kinds of situations poured into my mind and converged into one sentence.

"Thank you."

The old sheriff shook his head, he would not accept such a thank—

"Thank me? It doesn't have to be - it was Arthur who saw the death aura around you and let me come! ”

"Is it Mr. Credos?

He must have been disappointed in me, right?

Will he still use the cane I made? ”

After Tate exclaimed, his eyes were gloomy again, looking at the other party with this appearance, the old sheriff wanted to punch the other party again, but the old sheriff held back.

He looked around, looking for some excuse.

Suddenly, he saw a stray cat running outside the door and immediately had an idea

"If you feel like you're having trouble sleeping, prepare two cat bowls and put them outside.

When it's cold, it's harder for stray cats to find food and water.

You can go and help stray cats. ”

The old sheriff didn't let the other party help people.

The other party's purity is in a way 'foolish'.

In the face of people, the other party can't grasp it.

Let's face the cat.

Cats, purer than people.

Looking at Tate's thoughtful appearance, Maltz breathed a sigh of relief, but before the breath could be fully exhaled, the old sheriff's eyes were fixed when he looked out.

(End of chapter)