Arthur was stunned and looked up at Portleeman opposite, his eyes full of surprise.

And what about Portleman?

The left leader of the 'Death Poets Society' sang a trace of guilt flashed on his face-

The Credos family was very clear about us, that is, to stay away.

Again, this affects our Highness the Son.

But it's not like there's no room for maneuver.

Judging from the treatment of the Caesar by His Highness our Son, our Son has the impulse and love of youth, and at the same time, our Son is a man who is extremely committed and will not refuse responsibility.

So......

We might as well create established facts.

As long as our Holy Son learns one of the seven secret techniques of the 'Death Poets Society', then even if His Highness the Holy Son is unwilling, it will not change the facts.

Moreover, this is an extremely rare opportunity for us to be alone with Our Highness the Son.

When the rest of the Credos family returns to South Los Sul, we won't have any more chances.

When the old lion and tigress really set their eyes on His Highness the Holy Son, we also have no chance. ’

Recalling the words of his old friend's right patriarch, Portleman's heart was full of lamentation.

Nor did he wish to use such a subordinate.

Can......

He also understood that the truth was exactly what his friend said.

As time passed, when the members of the Clans of Credos returned to Nanlos or when the eyes of the old lion or tigress were really on His Highness the Son, they really didn't have a chance to get close to His Highness.

The former, even his old friends could not predict.

According to the old friend's explanation, not only their Holy Son, but also the fate of all the members of the Credos family was confused and obscured.

Any prophet looked like chaos.

Even, forcible observation will encounter the backlash of chaos.

The pain of being cut by a sharp blade will fill the whole body in an instant.

And this should be the 'Dominator of the Blade of Chaos' when His Highness the Holy Son describes the family crest motto, but I don't know what the 'Leviathan Axe' is.

As for the latter?

There is no doubt about that.

With the passage of time, their Highness the Holy Son will surely shine with the brilliance of the entire South Los and South County.

Naturally, it will attract high-level predators on the continent, such as old lions and tigresses.

Of course, in addition to these thoughts, his old friend also hid a test heart.

Although his old friend didn't say it, Portleman could guess that if it was really confirmed, with his old friend's character, he would definitely not procrastinate, and would simply take out the seven secret techniques in the organization and hand them over to His Highness the Holy Son, instead of just taking out the 'Voice of Death' as he is doing now.

O his old friend!

I want to use the 'Sound of Death' to make a final confirmation!

The Son of Death is very special.

When others learn the seven secret techniques of the 'Dead Poets Society', it will take them a few years or more than ten years, and even those with extremely high talent will have to spend a year or two.

Why was Horton confirmed to be the 'Son of Death' so quickly?

It was because the other party learned the 'Voice of Death' in just one year and ten months without performing a ritual.

Even if you just learn it, and you don't master it, it's surprising enough.

After all, there is no pre-ceremony for this, and the difficulty is greatly increased.

The same is true of His Highness the Son in front of him.

Even, it's a little harder.

Because—

His Highness the Son has completed the rest of the rituals.

That's for sure.

'I hope Your Highness's rituals don't conflict with the secret techniques of the 'Death Poets Society'! ’

Portleman prayed in his heart.

Then, the left leader of the 'Dead Poets Society' stood up.

"I'm sorry, Arthur.

We ask for your forgiveness. ”

When the words fell, the left leader of the 'Dead Poets Society' bowed and apologized.

And looking at the scene in front of him, Arthur sighed-

"I really don't want to have anything to do with the Dead Poets Society."

Hearing such words, Portleyman's heart continued to sink.

It is clear that His Highness the Holy Son has a deeper misunderstanding of the 'Death Poets Society' than imagined.

In this regard, Portleman was ready to explain, but before the words could be spoken, Portlemann realized that something was wrong, because ......

His emotions!

His emotions turned agitated by His Highness the Holy Son's words, and a sense of doubt and disgust arose for the organization he was in.

In just an instant, such emotions were dispelled by firm faith.

But this is enough to make the left leader of the "Dead Poets Society" stunned.

Because—

This is exactly what the 'Sound of Death' is all about!

His Highness the Holy Son actually learned?

Learned at a glance?

This, this, this is incredible!

Even if he never doubted Arthur's identity as the 'Son of Death', Portleyman, who was extremely convinced, felt trembling all over his body and his scalp tingling at this moment.

What a gift!

Only the own son of 'death' deserves such a 'death' talent!

What is the Holden kind compared to that?

Wrong!

Why should I compare an imposter to His Highness the Son?

This is a great disrespect.

Phew, imposters!

After taking a sip in his heart, the left lead singer of the 'Death Poets Society' had already knelt on one knee-

"Your Highness."

Wonder no more.

The person who can learn the 'Voice of Death', one of the seven secret techniques of the 'Death Poets Society', at a glance, must be the 'Son of Death'.

Portleman, who had been convinced of it, directly changed his name.

And what about Arthur?

There was more helplessness on his face, as if he was suffering from being persecuted.

In fact, the same is true.

He had to hold back to keep from laughing.

For this, Arthur is very grateful for the skill he has mastered [bluffing].

Similarly, in order to divert attention, Arthur looked at the words in front of him-

[Voice of Death: This is one of the core secret techniques that existed when the 'Death Poets Society' was first established, and it was first created by the first generation of the Death Poets Society' after witnessing the cry of his teacher 'One' charging towards the 'shadow' in order to save others!

The first generation of 'SaGa' named his teacher's impassioned cry 'Hymn of Courage', and vowed to resurrect his teacher, but with an accident, the death of the original 'SaGa', the second generation of 'SaGa' who inherited the 'Death Poets Society' led the 'Death Poets Society' to a different path, but it is undeniable that the 'Hymn of Courage' is still strong even after being called the 'Sound of Death'.

And your talent, your bloodline, further strengthens this secret art.

But remember – the hymn to humanity is always a hymn to courage! 】

[Effect: 1, Bewitched; 2. Amnesty]

[Bewitchment: Your voice is full of all kinds of bewitchment, you can easily convince some people who think they are stubborn, especially when you join the 'power of death', any creature that hears your voice will involuntarily rise to the desire to kill, and they, they, they will all run towards the carnival of death. 】

[Pardon: When your voice joins the 'Power of Death', mid- and low-level undead creatures will choose to obey in an instant, and high-level undead creatures will also be happy to help]

(Note 1: You can choose to turn the 'Sound of Death' on or off at any time, but the 'Sound of Death' must be spoken by you in person, and cannot be replaced by ventriloquist or other arcane techniques.) ）

(Note 2: The bewitched creature will not be aware of the bewitchment and will only take it for granted, and when your bewitchment is resisted, the bewitched creature will ignore you, wary of you, or hate you, depending on the situation)

(Note 3: When a creature you bewitch kills, it can bring back the breath of death for you)

(Note 4: Targets killed by creatures you bewitch are not considered targets killed by you, and cannot be 'Soul Captured')

(Note 5: When pardoning, your 'whipping' is effective in making high-level undead creatures understand what obedience is)

……

Arthur's gaze swept over the [Voice of Death], and for some reason, he always felt that this [Voice of Death] was a little more compatible with the profession of 'Psychic Medium' in some ways.

Illusion!

It must be an illusion!

As a young, kind, upright and simple 'spirit medium', how could I deceive people!

Arthur thought to himself, his eyes looked at Portriman again, and his voice was full of helplessness and asked-

"Look, do I still have a chance to refuse?"

PS Sorry, Feilong overslept in the afternoon, this chapter is even late, cover your face!

(End of chapter)