The smile on Horton's face grew humble.

"The 'Death Poets Society' investment in me is only in the early stage, and the acquisition of the [Exquisite Puppet] and the [General Puppet] is completely accidental."

Horton, of course, understood what Arthur meant.

Because, he's done it before.

Use the [Exquisite Human Golem] as bait to attract some guys, and then use the [General Human Golem] to harvest.

Or directly use the [General Puppet] as a hole card.

"Accident?"

Arthur showed interest.

"Do you know the 'puppeteer' Damato?"

Horton asked.

Immediately, Arthur's mind conjured up the image of 'light teleportation'.

For this half of his peers, Arthur can be said to remember it vividly.

If it weren't for the other party's master and apprentice, his early plan would not have gone so smoothly.

"Yes, very interesting people."

Arthur gave a surprise assessment to Holden.

The 'puppeteer' D'Amato was really cheated and cheated, and his reputation in West Berlin in his early years could be described as a bad street, and then he had to come to South Los.

Moreover, he also fought with the 'spirit medium' in front of him.

Is it because I was deceived by the other party, so I think it's interesting?

Or is it the opposite? ’

Horton thought to himself, but the words in his mouth did not stop.

"The [Exquisite Human Golem] [General Human Golem] was found in the treasure map of Robin, the 'King of Human Golems' sold by the other party, and at that time, it cost me 11 gold coins."

Arthur was stunned.

The young 'psychic' really didn't expect this kind of accident.

Obviously, the so-called 'puppeteer' Damato, who sold the treasure map of Robin, the 'king of human puppets', did not even think that the treasure map in his hand was real.

Moreover, there must be many copies of these treasure maps.

It's the same as those transfer crystals at 2 Kirk Street.

But who knows, a bunch of fakes will be mixed into a real one.

The 'puppeteer' Damato's luck is really bad.

And Horton's luck in front of him is really quite good!

At least, before meeting him, it was pretty good.

And after meeting him?

It seems that luck has run out.

'They are all accustomed to hiding in the shadows, using [exquisite puppets] as vests, and are also inclined to 'death'...... What's the deal with this botched sense of reproduction?

No, no, no!

We still have some differences, and I don't want to provoke others.

As a young, upright, simple and kind 'medium', I stick to my heart.

And he?

Tsk, it's really bad to provoke others! ’

Arthur had an inexplicable sense of superiority in his heart.

Then, fulfilling the previous promise -

"I call you a little sparrow, of course, because you chirp back and forth, just like that little sparrow, which is ...... Noisy. ”

Arthur said, and raised his hand, ready to give Horton a ride.

The promise was fulfilled.

Of course, continue to kill each other.

He didn't say to let the other party go.

Moreover, this was his original idea.

Staying true to one's heart is the greatest advantage of the medium.

What's more, his patience with 'hunger' is reaching its limit.

"Wait, Lord Credos, listen to me—we met when we were children, my house is in the latter half of Dahl Lane, and I have passed by your door more than once!

It was fate that left us without acquaintance at that time.

But fate made me meet again at this moment. ”

Feeling Arthur's killing intent, the members of the 'Death Poets Society' in front of him immediately shouted in a panic.

"Oh, I see."

A flash appeared on Arthur's face.

Then, the young 'psychic' said—

"My grandfather covered up my 'fate' at the beginning, causing any peep to have some wonderful misunderstandings, and the right patriarch of the 'Dead Poets Society' should be one of them.

He found you.

He thinks you are the 'Son of Death'.

But he never thought you were just a poor imitator.

Don't you notice that our experiences are similar at one stage?

Haven't you noticed that you are very obsessed with winning or losing with me?

This is the instinct in the soul of the imitator, who wants to transcend the deity! ”

Horton looked stunned.

The Dead Poets Society member looked at Arthur in a daze, his mind spinning 'Impossible!' When pigs fly! It's all fake! ’

But intellectually, it told him that it was very likely to be true.

Arthur had no reason to lie to him!

Moreover, what Arthur said is still true!

Not only is he very similar to Arthur at a certain stage, but after meeting Arthur, he is really obsessed with winning and losing, and from the first loss, that desire to win becomes uncontrollable.

"Is that so?"

Horton muttered under his breath, and the ghost's body began to shake rapidly.

It's no longer a distortion, it's a spill.

'Believe! He believed! Hahaha! ’

Arthur smiled inwardly.

In the current situation, he certainly had no reason to lie to Holden.

However, he had too many reasons to deceive the Dead Poets Society.

You know, the identity of the 'Son of Death' is quite useful.

In particular, the upcoming South County Sword Tournament at the 'Pioneer Celebration Day' in the Inner Bay, as the soon-to-be-recognized champion of the 'South Los Sword Tournament', Arthur is going to go.

Without some 'tiger skins', Arthur would not dare to really go to the inner bay if he was only restrained by the Countess of Nanlos.

The other point is to continue to elevate the status of the 'House of Credos'.

My grandfather can hide his fate!

Even if it can only cover up a little, it is enough to make people think about it, and it is enough to make people jealous.

This is necessary until he has grown up in the true sense of the word.

'Oh, my grandfather, you have to carry it!' Don't show your heart! ’

Arthur thought to himself, and continued in his mouth.

"When my fate was overshadowed, my grandfather told me that there were fifty-seven thousand six hundred and twenty-two possibilities in that instant, of which fifty-seven thousand six hundred and twenty were dead ends.

There are only two ways to live.

One of them is extremely difficult.

The other one is very relaxed.

Originally, I was going to choose the easy one, but who knows......

I met Malinda! ”

Speaking of this, Arthur looked helpless.

Shaping Malinda into his own 'weakness' and using Malinda to attract firepower is something Arthur has wanted to do for a long time, and he has never had the opportunity before.

Right now?

It's just right.

After all, there are no 'people' around.

But sometimes, peeping doesn't take a person.

Even, it doesn't need to be done in the moment.

The right patriarch of the Dead Poets Society has prophetic powers.

Isn't there some special back-looking secret arts, props and the like, the family heritage of the old lion in the inner bay and the countess of South Los?

Arthur believed there was.

And there is such a big movement here, even if they restrain it now, how can they not act in the future.

Therefore, he performed very well into the play.

Even, when mentioning the name of 'Malinda', there was tenderness in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Of course, the next moment, all of this was gone.

Arthur regained his indifference.

With a hand, the dark blue [Flame of Death] covered Horton's body.

With a scream, the Dead Poets Society member disappeared into this world entirely.

And the next moment, another thick breath of death erupted from the ritual.

But it is different from the previous dead air that was rich into dark clouds.

This dead air is not only rich, but also pure.

The hunger in Arthur's body immediately rose several steps, but Arthur did not immediately accept this dead breath, but his face became solemn and solemn, and he whispered to himself in his mouth-

"It's all worth it for Malinda."

After saying that, he jumped down.

(End of chapter)