They all call me master

The view comes from behind.

It's really like a light on my back.

Arthur held Pendragon calmly, as if he was playing with his arms, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Elron staring at him.

There was a trace of hatred in his eyes.

Obviously, the other party is far less 'accepting' than others seem to be.

yes!

How could someone like Elon accept his fate?

If you accept your fate, it is impossible for the other party to plan and kill people.

If he had accepted his fate, it would have been impossible for the other party to take action against the innocent coachman.

The moment he took action, the only conscience in the other party's heart disappeared.

leftover?

It's in the name of 'revenge', but in reality it's the pleasure of dominating other people's lives and deaths.

Of course, there is also a hint of pleasure in teasing others.

The superimposition of the two pleasures makes Elron conceited and makes him think he is superior to others. What will such a person do when his trick is exposed?

Naturally, kill quickly!

In fact, there is a high probability that he would like to cut him into pieces!

More importantly, it is really possible for the other party to do it.

Don’t forget the other person’s specialty: forging checks!

In Nan County, the largest check business was originally the Old Lion in Neiwan. As time went by, many nobles from various places also joined.

Although it is anchored by gold, there are a lot of tricks inside it.

Especially as the old lion gets older, many nobles have hidden secrets.

Now that a guy with superb check forgery skills suddenly appears, many people will be tempted - maybe they won't use it to attack the old lion's property, but they will definitely have the mentality of 'you can not use it, but you must have it' in their hearts.

Even Countess Nanlos would have this idea.

So Elrond is, in a way, the sweetheart.

And being targeted by such a guy will really make you sleepless and sleepless. Arthur doesn't want to become the next Jenkin.

'well! ’

Arthur silently sighed at the horror of the human heart.

He watched as Dicko directed the patrolmen to start removing the bodies, among them, Andy took the lead - the patrolman knew that Maltz valued him, but the more this happened, the more he needed to perform.

At least, make the other patrol officers appear to be speechless.

The housekeepers and servants all gave way.

"You can go out and wait for a while."

Arthur said to the butler and servants.

"Thank you for your kindness."

The housekeeper and servants walked out as if they had been granted amnesty.

Immediately, Arthur, Maltz and Aron were left in the hall.

Ailon sat there with his head lowered, as if he really accepted his fate.

Maltz said with a smile.

“I’m afraid you need to hire a special ‘cleaner’!

Need my recommendation? "

Corpses are related to death. Most of the time, ordinary people are quite afraid of them, but there is one exception - the coffin shop!

Most of the apprentices in the coffin shop work part-time as such 'cleaners'!

Due to its professional nature, the Shire District Police Department has quite in-depth cooperation with several coffin shops.

It's definitely not because of the filial piety of these coffin shops, but because of the good craftsmanship of these coffin shops.

"certainly!"

"You are a professional!"

As Arthur spoke, he raised his right hand, gave a thumbs up, and lightly passed it across his neck.

Maltz instantly understood what Arthur meant. The sergeant was surprised in his eyes, but he did not ask further questions, but continued to smile.

"Leave it to me"

With that said, he picked up Ailon and walked towards the carriage.

The carriage moved forward slowly as the patrolman cracked his whip, but Arthur did not pay more attention to the carriage.

Not just because he believed in Maltz, but also because Scott was here.

"My friend, I'm really curious about the source of your intelligence - they were always watching at the door of the police station, wouldn't they be beaten by the patrolmen?"

Arthur sighed half-seriously.

If reporters want to know the news in advance, in addition to enough and reliable informants, they also need smart stalkers - just like the White Bird neighborhood at the moment, the people who live here can be called rich. Such people You won’t inform reporters for a small reward.

Therefore, we can only rely on following the police station to determine where the news is.

However, you must find someone smart, otherwise your legs will be broken.

As for Scott being able to do this?

Arthur was not surprised.

Because Scott knows Wiggins.

Wiggins is full of clever stalkers.

“I need to thank Wiggins, the people he recommended, their abilities are really amazing!

However, the most amazing thing is you - Arthur!

Can you tell me what happened? "

Scott asked impatiently.

"This is an Avengers story."

Arthur sighed and began to make up a story.

It is said to be a compilation, but in fact there has been no change. The facts are still the same, but Ailon has been reshaped - tenacity is necessary, conscience is necessary, and inner suffering is even more necessary. In order to take revenge, Ailon Long gave up too much.

until……

He even gave up his own life.

However, Arthur did not say the last sentence directly.

Not that he held back.

But, it’s not yet time.

Listening to Arthur's story that borrowed many characters' cores, Scott's heart was filled with excitement. While he became more and more resentful towards the Jenkin couple, he also admired Elon more and more.

More of a pity.

"If he could have chosen another way..."

"No!"

"He should have tried other methods, but this method aroused Jenkin's alarm, so he had to choose the most helpless method."

Arthur emphasized, and meant something.

Jenkin is dead.

Elrond is dead too.

Even if he is dead, he should naturally make use of it.

After all, the old lion's former financial adviser, the checking guru, seemed to be interested in him - and he swore he meant no harm.

He is a little 'spiritual medium', he just wants peace of mind, what's wrong with that?

"Arthur you mean?"

The young reporter took the bait.

"Some things... are too coincidental."

Arthur shook his head and said nothing more.

At this time, the carriage that Maltz and Ailon were riding in had already driven onto the tree-lined path.

Looking at the young painter apprentice in front of him, Maltz remained expressionless, maintaining the posture of an escort. However, the next moment, Maltz suddenly pounced on the painter apprentice.

When the other party didn't react at all, the medicine handkerchief that had been prepared in his hand was directly applied to the other party's face, and he pressed his mouth and nose tightly.

In just ten seconds, the painter apprentice completely passed out.

After putting away the medicine handkerchief, Maltz took out a small wine bottle from his coat pocket, carefully pinched the other person's nose, and slowly poured the cassava extract in the wine bottle into the other person's mouth.

The painter's apprentice pinched his nose and kept making swallowing movements with his mouth, swallowing all the cassava extract.

Maltz stared at the other person closely. After confirming that the other person had no breathing and no heartbeat, the police sergeant was not in a hurry. He pulled out one of the other person's teeth.

Then, after waiting for a few more minutes and confirming that the other party was dead, the police chief shouted——

"Aaron? Aaron?"

"Aaron what's wrong with you?"