Moments before dawn, when everyone was drowsy, Portleeman, the left leader of the 'Dead Poets Society', arrived.

The man in the hood and cloak walked through Dahl Lane like a ghost and came to the gate of the courtyard at No. 2 Kirk Street, and the other party raised his head to look at the tall [Death Serpent Banyan] with a sigh in his eyes.

There is also a similar plant in 'Atobul', the sacred site of the former 'Dead Poets Society'.

The existence of the other party has always been a symbol of the holy land of the 'Dead Poets Society', and it is also one of the important symbols of the 'Dead Poets Society'.

Many members of the old-school 'Dead Poets Society' still refer to it as the 'Holy Tree'.

As for those bastards of the new faction?

If it weren't for those bastards, how could the Holy Land have been destroyed?

How could the president be seriously injured and hidden, and how could the entire 'Death Poets Society' lose its foundation.

And the 'sacred tree' ......

It was even more burned and uprooted.

There is no more life.

Portleman's eyes were filled with nostalgia for the past, and his eyes were full of hatred, but then he was uplifted.

'It's different!

Everything is different!

The appearance of the prophesied 'Son of Death' will turn everything around, and the 'Death Poets Society' will not only rebuild the Holy Land, but also make the brilliance of 'Death' shine again! ’

Portriman looked at the [Death Snake Banyan] in front of him, even as the left leader of the 'Death Poets Society', he became emotional at this time.

Because, old friend's prophecy!

Portleman didn't believe in such prophecies before.

However, as time passed, one thing after another appeared, telling him that the prophecy was true.

Merely......

There was a slight deviation before.

It's nothing.

Isn't it all like prophecy?

The important thing is that we are back on track now.

As for the loss, consumption in the process?

It's all normal.

'Death' is a process.

How much more are they who follow death?

These are allowed.

Just find the true 'Son of Death'!

Thinking of this, Portleman took a deep breath, tidied up his clothes, and knocked on the courtyard door.

An invisible hand opened the courtyard door.

At the same time, the door to 2 Kirk Street was opened.

Without hesitation, the left leader of the 'Dead Poets Society' walked into the room, and as the door closed behind him, Portleeman took off his hood, revealing a face that could be called handsome, and the brown beard on his chin not only did not make the other person look scruffy.

On the contrary, it gives the other party a mature charm.

Moreover, the other party's demeanor is elegant, and there is a sense of personability in the process.

However, immediately, the other party's steps forward are a meal.

Because—

Kulich.

Ordered by Arthur to temporarily show his form, Kulich was lying around the corner of the corridor and was spotted by Portleeman.

Almost at first glance, Portleman saw the real presence inside the surface of the Kulich Cream Labrador: the Death Hound.

Portriman was stunned.

Then, he laughed.

Isn't it normal for the 'Son of Death' to raise a [Death Hound]?

No need to be surprised!

It's all normal operation!

The left leader of the 'Dead Poets Society' told himself so.

At the same time, he became more and more convinced of his friend's prophecy.

Walked to the front of the psychic hall, the left leader of the 'Death Poets Society' saluted slightly, and greeted softly-

"Good evening, Arthur.

I'm really glad you were able to agree to meet with me.

You may not know what we have paid for this meeting. ”

"Oh, what did you pay for?"

Arthur, who was sitting in the psychic hall, got up at the other man's words, and went to the kitchen to boil water as he asked.

Potriman stood in the doorway of the psychic hall, looking at Arthur's back in the kitchen, and smiled wryly.

"You're knowingly asking.

Isn't it all under your control and your grandfather's hands?

We never thought that you were the true 'Son of Death' we were looking for!

We didn't even think that your grandfather would be able to hide his fate and make us shift our focus to the imposter Horton. ”

As he spoke, the smile of the left leader of the 'Dead Poets Society' became more and more bitter.

Because, he thought of the words with his friend—

'After fate was overshadowed by the old Lord Charlie, fifty-seven thousand six hundred and twenty-two possibilities arose 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.

The easy one is something we can't peep into.

And the reason why our Son chooses the difficult one is because of a lady.

Perhaps, this is love! ’

The left leader of the 'Dead Poets Society' could hear the helplessness of his friend when he relayed such words to him.

And he understands his friend's helplessness very well.

Because, too, he is the same.

Obviously, because of Arthur's choice, they discovered Arthur's true identity.

But he was not happy at all.

There is always a feeling that 'love' is laughing at 'death'.

Moreover, it was 'death' that caught up.

The only consolation, I am afraid, is that the lady does not refuse to 'die'.

If it weren't for his friend's obstruction, I'm afraid that by this time, he would have contacted the lady and asked her to join the 'Death Poets Society'.

'Do not interfere with the love of His Highness the Son.

We just need to guarantee the safety of His Highness the Son and the safety of the Lady.

The rest?

Just watch from the sidelines. ’

Remembering his friend's words, Portleman quickly adjusted his mood, and his eyes as he looked at Arthur's back with a burning and substantial expectation.

Sure enough, the right patriarch of the 'Death Poets Society', who is rumored to have the ability to 'prophesy', also has the ability to 'look back'. ’

Arthur, who had expected it, did not panic at all.

There was no excitement either.

Everything is in his hands.

He took the boiling water, rested for a moment, controlled the temperature of the water with great precision, and brewed tea for Portleman.

As the scent of bean-scented tea began to spread through the psychic hall, Arthur looked at the left lead singer of the Dead Poets Society opposite.

The eyes are very peaceful, without any fear or hatred.

It's just peaceful, and there's a little bit of ......

Helpless.

Portleman twirled the teacup with his fingers, and when he saw Arthur's eyes, he immediately admired his old friend.

Before, he had always misunderstood his old friend.

I always think that my old friend is too arrogant.

But now, he realized that he was wrong.

He thought of a simple thing too complicated.

It also made him from a simple person to a complex one.

In fact, none of this is needed.

He just needs to discuss it with his friends.

And then?

Just do what your friend tells you to do.

For example, this time!

Without the slightest hesitation, the left leader of the 'Dead Poets Society' took out a scroll from his arms and said-

"The 'Death Poets Society' has three major rituals and seven secret techniques, and this is one of the seven secret arts, the 'Voice of Death'."

After saying that, the other party put the arcane scroll in front of Arthur.

Then, without waiting for Arthur to speak, the left leader of the 'Dead Poets Society' directly opened the scroll and tiled it, trying to get Arthur to ...... the words on the scroll

At a glance.

(End of chapter)