Melville squirted out the unswallowed tea in his mouth.

But it doesn't end there!

Melville's face became extremely difficult to look at at the thought of the tea he had swallowed, and it was at this time that Arthur, who was sitting cross-legged in his chair, began to deliberately turn his ankles.

Although he was wearing boots, this kind of action instantly made Melville think of ......

Foot skin!

Vomit!

The creator and strongest of the 'Death Mask', one of the Sixteen Staffs of the Count of Nanlos, the shadow son of the Grand Duke of Neiwan, lay there vomiting loudly.

And Arthur, who was sitting opposite, deliberately covered his nose and said while dodging backwards.

"Tut-tut, you're like a dog."

Quiet.

Melville, who was lying on his stomach vomiting loudly, was stunned when he heard this.

He thought again of that rainy night in Nanlos ten years ago, when he had just finished a 'hunt' and met that man.

That's the Dead Poets Society. Thirty Choir', known as the 'Left Leader Singing' man.

He was knocked down straight away.

The power he is proud of is useless in front of the other party.

On the contrary, he was manipulated by the other party and attacked him.

In that situation, angry but desperate -

'I'm sorry!

Please spare me!

I don't dare to borrow the name 'death' anymore! ’

He fell to his knees, crying out.

And the man really let him go.

'You look like a dog'

The man who adhered to the old-school style of the 'Dead Poets Society' let him go, but also gave him an unforgettable evaluation.

Since then, his heart has never been at peace.

'You're like a dog!' ’

'You're like a dog!' ’

'You're like a dog!' ’

When eating, sleeping, meditating, and mixing potions, this sentence kept appearing like a magic sound, and his [spirituality], which he already had a trace of problems, began to become cloudy, sluggish, and then chaotic.

And just when he was about to collapse, it was the Grand Duke!

It was the Grand Duke who saved him!

In order to repay the Grand Duke, he became a shadow!

Right!

He wants to repay the Grand Duke!

The rest?

Unimportant!

In almost self-hypnosis, Melville wiped the corners of his mouth and stood up again, the man with a rickety figure staring fiercely at Arthur.

"You never know what you're going to pay for what you say!"

"Oh?

Why don't I pour you tea to make amends? ”

Arthur said, picking up the pot of tea and pouring tea into the cup.

The orange-red translucent tea soup glows with a faint halo under the moonlight, making it more and more charming.

But Melville, who watched this scene, felt humiliated!

An unprecedented sense of humiliation filled the heart of this betrayer!

At this moment, the betrayer once again thought of the scene of him kneeling!

The betrayer then pulled out a white mask from his bosom.

The mask presents a human face, which is pure white as a whole, without any patterns or decorations, and only reveals two hollows in the eyes.

"Die!"

The betrayer stepped out of his left leg, opened his arms upward, and let out a hoarse roar about to put on his mask.

But suddenly, the betrayer's movements were stagnant—

Hurt!

The egg hurts!

An unprecedented pain suddenly came from his lower body, causing the betrayer to bend straight down, and the roar in his mouth became.

"Whoa, whoa!"

Immediately, the screams changed again.

"Siha, ahhhhh

It was really Kikube that was too protruding, so Arthur couldn't help but manipulate the [Hand of Nothingness] to give the other party a bit.

Thick fingers poked all in.

The sharp pain of the front and back strikes immediately caused the betrayer to fall to his knees.

The betrayer kneeling there wept and convulsed.

The mask in his hand fell to the ground next to him, and then flew into Arthur's hand.

The betrayer tried to stop it, but as soon as he raised his hand, he fell to his knees again.

Pain!

It hurts so much!

And Arthur took the mask handed by the [Hand of Nothingness] -

Name: Death Hound

[Type: Other items]

[Quality: Epic]

[Attributes: 1, Hound Dog; 2. Wild Hunt]

[Requirements: Death Breath]

[Note: After the 'Tower of Mist' was destroyed by the Holy See, the 'Black Robe' knew that if he wanted revenge, it was not enough to rely on the strength of the four of them, so he began to seek more like-minded people, those persecuted by the Holy See gathered under his command, he was ready to start a war, but he failed, before the war began, his old friend, best friend, partner, 'White Robe' told the Holy See - 'I don't want the war to sweep the continent again!' Saying this, the 'White Robe' rushed into their secret gathering place with the Holy Knights of the Holy See, and the high-level of the 'Rebel Alliance' who was making a battle plan was wiped out, one hundred and forty-seven high-ranking members of the 'Rebel Alliance' were burned to death, and at least 60,000 of the 'Rebel Alliance' team were hanged in the 'Celtic Castle', and the 'Black Robe' survived, but the guilt drove him crazy, and he began to contact the knowledge that had been banned by his own hands in the past - I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's me who is wrong, hehehehahaha]

……

[Hound: A hound, constructed of forbidden knowledge in the shadows, can not only understand more complex commands, but also extremely loyal, will not betray, has a body like a secret creature, has an extremely balanced attack and defense, and is tireless, and has an incomparably good sense of smell, and does not need air to live, has a certain degree of immunity in the face of sulfur and fire, feeds on the 'breath of death', can spit 'fire of death', and automatically becomes invisible in the dark and shadows]

[Wild Hunt: Summoned hounds can grow by 'hunting' prey and devouring 'Death Breath']

(Note 1: When the Hound dies, the item becomes invalid and cannot be re-summoned)

(Note 2: Retrievers can exist as normal dogs, but they will not eat dog food, but they can drink water)

(Note 3: Retrievers can be seen during the day, but hate sunlight)

(Note 4: If someone chooses to wear it instead of summoning a 'hound', the wearer's consciousness will be subtly influenced by the hound, and the [spirituality] will become disordered, violent, and eventually, completely out of control)

……

Looking at the [Death Hound] in his hand, Arthur roughly understood what was going on in Melville's state in front of him.

The other party must have seen the mask-shaped [Death Hound] and chose to wear it directly.

In fact, most people would choose to wear this mask when they saw it, and no one would have thought that it was a summoning item - who can say anything in the face of the alchemical product of a madman?

It's all 'fate'! ’

The young 'psychic' sighed in his heart, looked at the embarrassed Melville in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh-

"You're such a dog."

Words similar to those before came out of Arthur's mouth.

But unlike being stimulated before, this time Melville's mentality, who felt the pain of the front and back pinching, exploded directly.

What to repay.

What the Grand Duke.

It doesn't matter anymore!

None of it matters!

He just wants to kill this hateful 'medium' in front of him!

To do this, he can do anything!

And at the moment when this thought came to mind—

Syllable!

The last nerve of the betrayer was broken.

(End of chapter)