The two cavalry belonging to the Marquis of West Berlin and the Marquis of Einjas departed, and the convoy of the 'Lady of the Long Night' immediately returned to normal.

In addition to the necessary guards, the rest of the people began to prepare to continue the camp.

At this time, Edwin saw Arthur's gesture to himself.

Immediately, Malinda's coachman followed Arthur briskly to the outside of the camp.

"Edwin, you take someone to Garshan right now.

Remember, be sure to live in the town of Garshan!

Don't come back before tomorrow morning! ”

The young 'medium' whispered as he raised his hand without a trace and pointed to the ground.

Edwin didn't look down, just looked at the ground out of the corner of his eye—

Confirm security, one-line contact.

There was no beginning or end to the sentence, but the coachman understood it instantly.

Arthur needs him to contact his master, Malinda, through a one-line contact, after making sure that he is absolutely safe.

What happened?

The coachman wondered.

But there was no hesitation.

"Understood!"

With that, the coachman walked to the camp.

Moments later, the convoy in the camp set off again.

This time, they headed to a town 15 kilometers away.

Arthur watched the convoy leave.

His words to Edwin were not intended to deceive.

With the advent of Jimt and Carral, his original plan for a 'crushing victory' has long since changed, but those who peep into the legacy of 'Hilterta' in 'Ymir Manor' will not change - these people are still in the shadows, still staring here.

Among them, Arthur was most concerned about the 'staff group' of the Countess of Nanlos.

With Feliman's confession, the 'staff group' composed of three levels has confirmed that there is a traitor, but who the traitor is has not been determined until now.

As time goes on, though, the target of doubt has been narrowing.

And Malinda doesn't mind speeding up the process.

Especially when you can't get involved, it's even better to borrow his hand for a screening.

Arthur had known about this for a long time.

He originally planned to directly destroy the 'staff group' and the remaining peeps who were sent out this time in a state of [Death Qi], and use this to maintain the character of 'Pyrrhic Victory', and take advantage of the situation to participate in the 'Nanlos Sword Fighting Competition' in the future, and fish out more ill-intentioned guys.

But that was before, and now the general direction and results remain the same, but the details must be changed.

He wants the traitor in the 'staff to come forward', and he wants to show the Countess of Nanlos that he is 'dutiful'.

Only in this way can we better 'disguise' the relationship between Gimt and Carral and him.

No!

He has nothing to do with Jimt or Carral.

All he did was just to lure out the traitors of the 'staff group'.

That's the point!

This is what deserves everyone's attention!

The fight between him and Jimt and Carral, as well as some trivial things that happened because of the fight, will be covered up by this incident.

As for whether that mole will appear?

Unimportant!

Appear, the best.

If you don't show up, it's fine.

As long as he acts, the Countess of Nanlos 'sees' it, and it is enough!

To this end, he asked Edwin to take the men out and report to Malinda.

After smoothing out the handwriting on the ground with his feet, Arthur returned to the 'Ymir Manor'.

The fire pit was lit.

Simon, Hunter, and Newt prepared enough firewood and ingredients.

When the iron pot was placed on top of the fire, Arthur subconsciously wanted to hug Pendragon, and when he looked down to look for Big Orange, he suddenly came back to his senses, and for the sake of safety, he asked Simon to take care of Big Orange instead of him.

'Tsk, what a sad day to separate me from Pan! ’

Arthur was full of emotion.

So, I ate an extra pot for dinner in the evening.

Turn grief and anger into appetite?

Yes and no.

The ritual of "Cat Orange" is imperceptibly moving.

Arthur was well aware of this.

Therefore, it was not prevented.

However, after returning to No. 2 Kirk Street, he had already made a plan to intensify his exercise - he clearly felt the roundness of his face.

The roundness of the body is also on the agenda under the ritual power of [Cat Orange].

He's got to find the right balance!

If it was in a peaceful world, Arthur didn't care.

Anyway, everyone is the same, as soon as the sofa is lying, as soon as the mobile phone is taken, after the young lady brushes it up, the happy water snack Ku Ku Xuan.

Fat?

Inexistent.

You are using colored glasses to see a new youth in a new era.

But in this dangerous world, it's different!

Arthur definitely didn't want his fat body to affect his dexterity and speed!

Because, such an impact can really be extremely fatal at a certain moment!

Thinking that he might be fat, he might not be able to dodge the flying arrows and secret arts, and thus die and so on, Arthur shook his head again and again.

He didn't want to leave an epitaph on his tombstone like 'He's dead because he's a fat man' – he could definitely do it with Drake's 'nasty' personality.

As for the increased power?

With [Cat's Orange] and [Cat's Elegance. Tachibana], when he actually practiced, his strength would only increase more.

Maybe one day I'll be able to reach the point of 'Golden Lion'." ’

Thinking of the existence of the entire Holy See with the blaster, Arthur immediately took a deep breath, drove away the 'laziness' in the ritual, and first washed the iron pot where the military porridge was cooked.

"Why do you need to wash the pot after eating?

It's torture! ”

The young 'psychic' muttered as he turned on the [Alert Oil Lamp] lamp, and then placed the iron kettle on the fire.

When the water vapor gushed, Arthur grabbed a handful of loose tea from the jar and threw it in.

Suddenly, the rich aroma of tea overflowed......

It's just like that murderous aura!

On the col of the 'Ymir Manor', one figure after another appeared, either armed with bows and crossbows, or with firearms.

Arrows and muzzles were aimed at Arthur.

There is no command.

When the first arrow is fired, it is followed by a patch of arrows and projectiles.

It was like rain, enveloping Arthur.

Whoosh!

Bang bang bang!

The sound of arrows breaking through the air.

The sound of muzzle shooting.

One after another, one after another.

The young 'medium' yawned and sat down in his chair.

The chair, found from the manor, was not only old, but also badly painted, but wide enough for Arthur to sit in it, his left leg crossed, his right leg bent over the somewhat worn chair, his hand carrying the teapot resting on his upturned right knee, and the tea flowed down the river.

The crimson and turbid tea soup fell into the cup, like blood dripping from the soil—

The night is panicked, the lamp is like beans, and the tea is like blood.

The young 'psychic' couldn't help but sigh lightly as he looked at the tea residue suspended in the teacup.

"Alas, I forgot to wash the tea!"

As he spoke, he looked sorry for him, picked up the teacup, and poured it upward.

(End of chapter)