The succession of titles made Dr. Linster a little confused.

It was a full two or three seconds before the doctor nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, this is Your Excellency."

Then, the doctor paused for another four or five seconds before he asked hesitantly—

"He, can you be trusted?"

"Your Excellency foretold your death?"

Eli looked nervous.

"Nope!

When I was a doctor in the ring, I had the opportunity to come into contact with this lord, and when I witnessed his miracles, I instinctively asked him if he could bring the dead back to life, and then ......"

Speaking of this, a wry smile appeared on the doctor's face.

Eli saw the wry smile.

The stalker's part-time intelligence dealer suppressed his curiosity.

It was about Mrs. Linster, the stalker's part-time intelligence monger, who of course knew that he was not allowed to ask questions as an outsider, but curiosity made him scratch his ears and cheeks.

Luckily, the doctor didn't sell it.

"Your Excellency said frankly that the dead can be resurrected!

But admonish me not to try to resurrect the dead!

Because......

I don't know who I'm bringing back! ”

At this, the doctor's face was full of confusion and apprehension, while the other's eyes were fixed on Eli.

The stalker's part-time intelligence dealer immediately understood the meaning of Dr. Linster's words.

The doctor was not reconciled.

Oh, yes.

It is the most beloved person of the other party who dies, how can he be willing?

If it were him, he would not be willing.

But—

"In the whole of South Los, if anyone can really bring the dead back to life, then the 'medium' Arthur. His Excellency Credos is the only answer.

He is an expert.

Or rather......

A true master. ”

There was no direct persuasion, but the meaning of Eli's words was quite clear.

Listen to Arthur, Arthur is right.

"Is that so?"

Dr. Linster spoke, his expression full of loneliness.

"Well, Dr. Linster, you've only had a slight exposure to our circle, so you don't understand the meaning of the master's words, but I can swear there's nothing wrong with listening to the master."

Eli was eager to bring out his boss, the 'Bandaged Swordsman', and show up.

But at the thought of his boss's 'bandaged swordsman' long sword, the stalker's part-time intelligence dealer calmed down.

However, it is still patient persuasion.

This time, Dr. Linster nodded.

There were no words, but Eli could tell the doctor didn't want to give up.

Suddenly, the stalker's part-time intelligence trafficker scratched his head.

And after sending the doctor out of the door and seeing the other party's bleak back disappear on the street corner, the intelligence dealer who stalkers part-time has decided to discuss it with his boss immediately.

Return to the room.

The 'Bandaged Swordsman' had left the closet and sat in Eli's place, and the stalker's part-time intelligence dealer didn't care.

After all, I don't know when it began, the two of them have long been bandage swordsmen.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be called the boss.

"Boss, Dr. Linster just ......"

Eli tentatively asked the bandaged swordsman.

"I can't help him.

Except for that guy, no one in the whole of South Los could help him.

And, even if that guy ......

Hum! ”

The 'Bandaged Swordsman' snorted coldly as he spoke.

There is a certain resentment and ridicule in it.

Eli, of course, knew that guy was the 'medium'.

As for that kind of resentment and ridicule?

Eli couldn't be sure, but he could guess that he was disturbed from his sleep.

"Boss, can't you really confirm who is brought back from the Sleeping Place?"

The stalker's part-time intelligence dealer asked earnestly.

"I don't know!

When I was brought out, I was in a state of confusion.

It wasn't until my feet stepped on the dirt that I came to my senses.

The whole process, I don't know anything. ”

'Bandaged Swordsman' said.

"If that's the case, it's going to be in trouble."

Eli muttered.

"You're worried about that doctor?"

'Bandaged Swordsman' asked.

"Well, Dr. Linster is a good man, and good people shouldn't have that."

Eli nodded, affirmatively.

However, the 'Bandaged Swordsman' shook his head.

"Only good people can happen to them.

Because......

They are good people. ”

The 'Bandaged Swordsman' said, looking at Walsh on the bed, and although the Pale Hand member's eyes were closed, his eyelids moved as he turned.

Apparently awake, but pretending to be asleep.

The physical fitness of the 'mystical side' far exceeds that of ordinary people.

For ordinary people, injuries that require bed rest for a few days can be recovered in one night as long as they are effectively treated.

"Why are you pretending to be asleep?

We're your saviors! ”

When Eli found out about this, he was very dissatisfied.

Walsh immediately opened his eyes, his face a little embarrassed, but immediately became indifferent.

The eyes, in particular, are full of scrutiny.

When he saw the 'bandaged swordsman' in his cloak, the scrutiny in his eyes became more curious.

Clearly, the member of the Pale Hand sensed something unusual about the Bandaged Swordsman.

Walsh's attitude made Eli more and more dissatisfied.

Just as the stalker's part-time intelligence dealer was about to roll up his sleeves and teach the other party a lesson, a bone appeared in Walsh's palm.

White as jade.

Extremely sharp.

Seeing this, Eli immediately stopped, his brow furrowed.

"'Pale Hand'?"

Eli asked, but his tone was full of affirmation.

Immediately, there was wariness in his eyes.

Organizations like the Dead Poets Society and the Pale Hand are extremely unpopular in the eyes of the Mystical Side, because you don't know when they will come out against you.

As for the grace of saving lives?

I'm sorry.

Thanksgiving, there is.

But more often than not, it is ungrateful.

Therefore, for the sake of safety, most of the time, staying away is the best option.

Eli looked at his boss.

The 'Bandaged Swordsman' has no objection -

"I saved you only because you were also betrayed.

No more thoughts, let alone anything to seek from you.

So......

Please leave. ”

With the 'bandaged swordsman' finished, Eli opened the door early.

Walsh sat up from the bed, looked at the 'bandaged swordsman', and then at Eli, then gritted his teeth and got up, and walked out.

It sounds good.

Who knows what it will be?

Walsh thought so, and his steps became more and more determined.

Bang!

As soon as I went out, the door behind me was slammed shut.

Call!

It happened that a gust of night wind was blowing, and the night wind in Nanlos in winter was cold, and Walsh, who was still injured on his chest, shivered in an instant, and then pulled the wound, and immediately the white gauze appeared red.

The pain made the corners of Walsh's mouth twitch.

And at this time, the door that closed behind him opened again.

It's Eli.

The stalker's part-time intelligence trafficker threw Walsh a coat—

"Don't be careful!

If you die nearby, you'll get us in trouble.

So, go far! ”

With that, Eli closed the door again.

Walsh put on his coat in silence.

He did not refuse.

Because, he really needs it.

He's going to live.

He's going to ......

Avenge!

'Glaster! ’

Walsh gritted his teeth.

How much the Pale Hand member admired this Glaster before, and how much he hated it now.

Walsh wasn't completely consumed by hatred, though.

He knew he needed to heal his wounds before he could take revenge.

Thinking of this, Walsh walked briskly forward.

It's just that when I walked out of the narrow street, a voice sounded in my ears-

"Hey, this little brother, do you want to make Glaster die a bad death?"

(End of chapter)