They all call me master

Arthur turned down Malinda's offer without leaving a trace.

Arthur didn't really value No. 44 White Bird Street, but when its price was about to skyrocket, he sold it like this. It was obviously a huge loss.

And the credit this time?

It is even more impossible to divide the profit.

Arthur knew very well that only with complete credit can he get the real reward from the countess, not the 'painting cake'.

It's not that the countess didn't want to "paint the cake" when she faced the full credit.

But with the attention of more subordinates, in order to show his 'fairness', 'justice' and 'noble glory', the other party had to give him a reward - you know, this is to avoid a plague!

But if it is divided.

Then there is an explanation.

The cunning of the nobility is accompanied by greed, which is engraved in the bones - just like the elusiveness of the human heart.

Therefore, Arthur will never share his credit, even if he is tempted by the information and secrets promised by Malinda - Arthur yearns for the invulnerable and powerful body of the 'War Elephant' Yes, if you have such a physique, it would be really convenient to do things.

But he knew better that Malinda might know the secret, but it didn't mean that Malinda could let him directly obtain such a physique.

The countess's reward is obtained directly.

Arthur certainly knew what to choose.

"Are you not at all interested in the secret of the 'War Elephant's physique?

Ignoring artillery attacks, you can lift the carriage by raising your hand! "

Malinda didn't give up yet and continued to bewitch.

"Edwin should be invulnerable and powerful now, right?"

Arthur asked with a smile.

Malinda paused, then curled her lips.

There is no doubt that the physique of the 'War Elephant' is either a special talent that cannot be copied at all, or a secret technique that is in high demand and is almost impossible to copy.

Otherwise, with Malinda’s style, how could she not copy a ‘war elephant’ of her own?

And how could the old lion be satisfied with just one ‘war elephant’?

Malinda took two long puffs on her pipe.

He blew the smoke straight towards Arthur, and after being easily dodged by Arthur, he said angrily.

"Dead Poets Society is an organization that emerged at the end of the empire. The entire organization worships death and believes that death is elegant and like poetry."

At this point, Malinda stopped.

"Want to know more?"

"Bring out the equivalent."

The lady still looked angry.

Arthur shook his head.

The young 'psychic medium' saw through Ms. Changye's disguise. The other party was not angry at all. She only started to pretend to be angry in order to gain more initiative.

Why did Arthur have the confidence to see something from a dark person like Truda just now?

Naturally, it was because he spent 30XP to upgrade [Fire Gaze], [Observation of Moments], and [Intimidation] to Level 4.

It's a pity that I encountered a 'lions' that were completely unreasonable.

However, there was no gain in Trudana, but there was gain in Malinda.

Arthur could already see something in Malinda's expression.

Not much, but enough.

Looking at Arthur who shook his head, Malinda's eyes flashed with suspicion.

"Did you find something?"

the woman asked suddenly.

Arthur did not hesitate and said directly and instinctively.

"There's been too much going on lately - too frequently, too intensively."

"That's right, before the 'Black' plague spread, those guys from the Dead Poets Society had always been keen on inciting others to commit tragedies for their enjoyment - starting with 'Axe Murderers', 'Joelchok Fencing Club Murders', And everything that happened at my salon, and then the case of Amanda's Friends Home for Cats, I always felt like there was an invisible hand controlling everything.

I even suspected that a traditional Dead Poets Society member had slipped into my salon.

But after testing, I found no suspicious persons.

The appearance of the 'Corpse. Plague Jar' proved that a new member of the Dead Poets Society was in South Los Angeles.

It's full of contradictions -

You know, the members of the traditional Dead Poets Society look down on the new sect members and think that the new sect members who create plagues and toxins are reckless and have tarnished the elegance of death.

Correspondingly, the new Dead Poets Society members believed that the traditional Dead Poets Society members were too old-fashioned and pretentious.

The two sides have been fighting endlessly since the Silver Age, and it has not stopped for more than two hundred years.

At one point, Dead Poets Society almost disappeared, so an agreement was reached to never appear in the same location.

This has the power of contract binding! "

As Arthur sighed full of [bluffing], Malinda felt something.

The lady frowned tightly, and sparks began to flicker rapidly in the pipe she was holding.

"The appearance of the contract itself is meant to be broken, and it can also be broken, such as...

‘Lions’! "

Arthur said softly.

Malinda was startled, and then her eyes lit up.

Breaking the contract requires facing death.

But the 'lions' can make people forget about life and death.

As for the old lion’s ‘pride’, there are only three followers left?

Who can guarantee that the old lion didn't hold anything back?

"I'll find you again tonight!"

Malinda immediately put away the secret room prop, and the two of them appeared in Maltz's office. Afterwards, the lady nodded slightly to Maltz and left in a hurry.

"It seems that this lady has gained a lot from Arthur's help!"

Maltz looked at Malinda who rushed into the police station courtyard and laughed.

"She was just temporarily fooled by 'common sense.'"

Arthur didn't take credit.

He doesn't think he is smarter than Malinda.

He knew very well that he was just used to the thinking mode of a 'foreigner' and was not bound by 'local common sense'.

He believed that even if Malinda was bound by 'local common sense', she would still find something fishy.

Because, this is Malinda Julius Caesar.

His second chosen partner.

"No!

Temporary confusion is enough to cause irreparable damage - just like Arthur, you found out from the beginning that the whole incident was Truda's one-man show, and you were able to act with the other party with ease. Not only did you have to ask about the secrets of the other party, He even used his body as bait to fish out the opponent's companions!

Ms. Caesar's reaction said it all. "

Maltz said very seriously.

It was obvious that the police chief had misunderstood something again. Looking at the admiration in the police chief's eyes at this moment, even Arthur felt a little ashamed. He really wanted to tell Maltz that you were overthinking.

But this will definitely make his first partner sad.

Arthur would never want to see this kind of thing.

"Well, Maltz, your observation skills are really sharp!"

After Arthur nodded as usual, he sighed slightly in his heart.

‘Let me bear the suffering of my companions alone. ’

Arthur couldn't help but be moved by his righteousness.

However, the feeling of hunger in his stomach brought Arthur back to reality——

"Malts, can I have a taste of Constable II's lunch?"

"certainly!"

Arthur has the status of special adviser to the Shire District and enjoys the treatment of a second-level police officer, which naturally includes meals during overtime.

A pound of roast beef, a whole smoked chicken leg, salad, two fist-sized baked potatoes, two spoons of cream (5 grams each), a pinch of salt, black pepper (about 5 grams) and stewed fruit soup (add sugar) .

The Sheriff's lunch contains an extra spoonful of cream, a spoonful of honey and a pinch of sugar (about 5 grams).

This kind of lunch can be described as sumptuous.

Ordinary families can only eat it for dinner on weekends.

As for the poor?

Filling the stomach is a great thing, but such food is a luxury.

"Hey, want to try this?"

Maltz took out a wine bottle from the drawer and shook it towards Arthur.

Arthur, who had already picked up the smoked chicken leg in silence, shook his head. Although alcoholic drinks can relax the mind, they can also numb the body. He is not sensitive to this.

But not the chicken legs.

But just when Arthur opened his mouth and bit down, there was a knock on the door——

Boom, boom!

"Come in!"

Maltz saw his subordinate Simon through the glass and responded immediately.

Immediately, the trainee police officer pushed open the door and entered. After saluting the two of them, he said in a deep voice.

"Sheriff, counselor, Chermi is dead!"