The time is slightly pushed forward by ten minutes.

The mysterious man grabbed Arthur and rushed out of Nanlos, and without slowing down, he headed straight for the 'river'.

The South and North counties are separated by the Elrond Mountains, and the northern side of the mountain is extremely steep and towering, and the south side is extremely gentle, and a canal was dug out by the former 'Boer VII', which was called the 'Boer Canal' at the time.

By the time the empire collapsed, several battles broke out on the Bol Canal, causing the river to become wider and wider, like a river and a lake.

After the establishment of the Holy Empire, the Boer Canal, which ran through almost the entire southern county, was renamed the 'Holy Canal'.

At the beginning of the Silver Age, various local lords began to repair their own side of the river, and from this time on, the so-called "sacred canals" were collectively referred to as "inland rivers", and at most their own domain names were prefixed in front of them.

For example, this section of the South Los River is called the 'South Los River'.

It is clear that the mysterious man has hidden the boat in the inland river outside the city.

Arthur, who found this, began to struggle.

The young 'medium' knew very well that once he was on board and the ship left the confines of South Los, he would be a lamb to the slaughter.

"Don't move!"

The mysterious man punched the young 'medium' hard.

The punch was in the lower abdomen, which had no rib cage protection.

Bang!

The voice was so muffled that the young 'medium' bent over and never moved.

Looking at this scene, the mysterious man sneered twice and immediately quickened his pace.

After a while, the rumbling sound of the river was heard.

A small boat was even looming on the embankment.

The mystery man walked a little faster.

But just as the other party was about to approach the boat, the mysterious man suddenly stiffened and fell straight to the ground.

Instead, the young 'psychic' slapped the dust off his body and stood up.

"Poison?

When was it poisoned? ”

The mysterious man lay there and asked.

"When you just punched me!"

As he spoke, the young 'medium' walked over to the other party, and with a flick of his sleeve, a dagger appeared in his hand.

"Now, I want to ask you...... Well?! ”

Before the young 'psychic medium' could finish speaking, he realized that something was wrong, and his body that slowly stepped forward changed to a rushing body.

Jumped straight past the mysterious man and headed for the boat.

But before he could get closer, he was blocked by a fog.

A cyan mist enveloped the boat with a strong stench.

Arthur covered his mouth and nose and stepped back, his eyes wary at the man who appeared behind him.

Just at the first sight of each other, Arthur's ears rang with murls and wails.

And in his eyes, there are countless people lying on the hospital bed and suffering, full of despair - like a phantom, but also like reality.

Even, those who were tortured wanted to pull Arthur into it.

Arthur immediately took a slight step back, his gaze becoming more and more vigilant.

The man in the white robe faced the wariness in Arthur's gaze, and directly took off his hood, revealing a peaceful middle-aged face—a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, a clean face, without a little stubble, and his hair combed in the middle, covering his bare scalp.

On the surface, this is exactly an ordinary middle-aged person.

Walking down the streets of South Los, six or seven out of ten middle-aged people look like this.

But none of the ten middle-aged men could make Arthur feel dangerous.

Unconsciously, Arthur took another step back.

At this moment, the distance between him and the poisonous mist behind him was less than ten meters.

Of course, the young 'medium' will no longer choose to board the boat, but is ready to jump into the river to escape.

The middle-aged man who suddenly appeared saw Arthur's intentions, and immediately said with a smile-

"Death is not pure white, but diverse."

"Good evening, Mr. Credos, I'm 'New. Grover, member of the Dead Poets Society, it's an honor to meet you!

I have no ill will towards you, I just wanted to ask you two questions! ”

The other party said.

Arthur smiled wryly.

"It's also about 'Helke Labs'?"

The young 'medium' asked.

The members of the new 'Dead Poets Society' immediately nodded and added.

"In addition to this, there is one more thing-

Can you tell me why you have such a strong breath of death?

It's like whoever touches you will die at any time and have an accident! ”

The other party's words seemed to describe the calamity, which made the young 'spirit medium' frown, and his voice immediately became hard.

"I don't understand what you're talking about!"

"Oh, please don't refuse the 'favor of death', you know?

An existence like yours is unique in the 'Dead Poets Society', and you are envied and envied by everyone!

The rituals that ordinary people need to work so hard to complete, and the realm they reach is as simple as drinking water and eating for you—as long as you are willing to tell me this secret, I can teach you one of the three rituals and two of the seven secret techniques of the 'Death Poets Society' that I know!

Trust me, with the talent you've shown, reaching the 'Arcana' level is just around the corner! ”

As he spoke, the new Dead Poets Society member bowed with great sincerity.

Arthur remained unmoved.

Or, to be precise, not unmoved.

Rather, it cannot be moved.

He is also very curious about why he always encounters so many 'coincidences' - it can't be because he came back from the dead that he will be contaminated with the breath of death, causing the people around him who are not hard enough to die one after another, right?

Even if the world in front of us has a 'mysterious side', is this kind of thing too exaggerated?

Pity......

Now is not the time.

Arthur sighed in his heart and remained silent.

This silence made the new Dead Poets Society members on the other side feel unhappy.

However, the smile on the other party's face became more and more kind.

But Arthur wasn't fooled.

The flicker of [Death Intuition] had already told him everything.

"Maybe you have some misunderstanding about me - I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm just here to inform you, and I'm sure to get an answer from your mouth.

I don't like the pretense in the traditional Death faction.

My means would be more direct.

Believe me, poison, plague, can do that.

As for your death?

Don't forget, my origins in the 'Dead Poets Society'.

I'm not good at torturing souls, though.

But some can be done.

So, I'd like to give you another chance -

Inform me of the location of 'Herk Lab'.

At the same time, tell the secret of the strong aura of death on your body.

As long as I say it, the promise I just made is still valid. ”

Grover bowed again, looking extremely polite.

But Arthur's [Death Intuition] flickered faster and faster.

It was clear that the new-school Dead Poets Society member had no intention of keeping the promise at all.

Seeing that Arthur was still silent, the new 'Dead Poets Society' member walked straight towards Arthur.

As the other man moved, Arthur also began to move towards the river.

This scene made Grover laugh out loud.

"Give up the struggle, Mr. Credos, here, no one can save you!

Unless......

You can do wonders! ”

With that, after finally checking the surroundings and confirming that there was nothing abnormal, Grover no longer hesitated and prepared to capture Arthur for interrogation.

As for the poison in the hands of the young 'psychic'?

Grover didn't care at all.

How could the members of the new 'Dead Poets Society' be afraid of poison?

But as soon as the new Dead Poets Society member walked up to Arthur, a short sword pierced the opponent's body from behind.

The member of the new 'Dead Poets Society' looked down at his pierced chest, then turned his head to look behind him.

When he saw that the sword wielder was the mysterious man who had fallen to the ground after being poisoned, his eyes were full of incredulity.

In Grover's perception, the mysterious man was really poisoned.

Moreover, it is also an extremely violent toxin.

It's right to lose the ability to act.

"We are not enemies......"

Although he didn't understand why the mysterious man was able to deal with such a violent toxin, Grover knew that he had to explain the 'misunderstanding' between the two sides.

He didn't want to die like this.

But before the words could be finished, the voice of the new 'Dead Poets Society' member came to an abrupt end.

Because, the mysterious man took off his hood and revealed his true face.

Yes –

Malinda.

(End of chapter)