They all call me master

Frank is dead?

Suddenly, the three people in the sofa area had different expressions.

Simon was simply surprised, after all, the dog gambling was mentioned just now.

Arthur and Maltz are a bit more complicated.

Arthur rubbed his brows. He firmly refused to admit that he was favored by the God of Death - how could people die wherever he went?

This kind of thing is too ridiculous, everything is just a coincidence.

It's like finding a piece of thread on a sweater, and then pulling it hard, the probability of the entire sweater turning into a ball of wool.

What are the chances of this?

Very low very low!

Slightly equal to nothing!

As for the ‘psychic’ intuition just now?

You can’t believe the words of a ‘spiritual medium’, let alone the intuition of a ‘spiritual medium’?

Can't even believe it!

It's all the 'psychic''s fault, not him.

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief and sat up straight, while the old sheriff beside him sighed slightly - he was sighing at the magic of fate.

Sure enough, his own partner was favored by the God of Death.

A stranger who meets his partner will most likely go through a 'death test'.

Pass the exam and live.

Once it fails, it is death.

Thinking of this, the old police chief glanced at Tate, who was silent.

The cane shop owner was apparently suffering from both headaches and the discovery of his secret, which caused him physical pain and anxiety.

"Tate, I think you need to pay attention lately."

The old sheriff thought he had an obligation to remind this pretty good clerk-everyone has some secrets, not to mention that such secrets do not hurt other people, and, as far as he knows, many stores provide them. Similar services attract ladies from wealthy families to relieve their loneliness.

Otherwise, wouldn’t those women’s walking sticks placed in the display stand just become decorations?

As for men?

A club would be a better choice.

Or rent a house.

After all, in South Los Angeles, those men have more freedom and choice.

"Okay, Sheriff, thank you."

Tate was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Then, he put the two canes belonging to Arthur into a high-quality box together with the harness, wristband, and cane cloth that he had promised to match.

However, it was not given directly to Arthur, but to the old sheriff.

"Such a thing happened, I can't face my real client for the time being - please help me transfer it to Mr. Kratos."

Tate said, gesturing towards the lounge with his eyes covertly.

"OK."

Naturally, the old sheriff wouldn’t refuse a simple offer.

When the old Sheriff took the box, Tate first bowed slightly to express his gratitude to the old Sheriff, and then bowed to Arthur to express his apology.

Arthur raised his hat slightly in response.

After that, a group of people walked out of the 'Tate Cane Shop'. Arthur and Maltz boarded the carriage directly, while Dicko and a patrolman drove the car.

Simon stayed behind to deal with the follow-up.

Sitting in the carriage, Maltz sighed.

“Tate is so sensitive, he should be more open-minded, right?

Maybe that sign put too much pressure on him? "

The signboard the old sergeant mentioned is that 'no matter it rains or shines, we will be there from 8:30 in the morning to 17:00 in the evening' - 20 years of perseverance is enough to turn some honors into burdens.

Arthur was noncommittal about this.

He saw nothing wrong in Tate's expression.

Everything is normal.

"Not all stores can be like 'Amanda Cat Friends Home' - 245 years of persistence is really scary!"

Arthur was certain that 'Amanda's Home for Cat Friends' was a secret society.

That kind of power is definitely not something ordinary people can possess.

Could it be one of the Cat Pies?

Arthur wasn't sure yet.

However, whether it is or not does not prevent him from buying cat food and cat supplies - he believes that the 'Amanda Cat Friendly Home', which has been open for 245 years, must have its own rules and rules of survival.

After all, it’s impossible for all cat owners to be ordinary people, right?

While chatting with the old sheriff, Arthur checked his two canes. The canes made of iron birch had a hardness that satisfied him.

A hard slap to an ordinary person would definitely break the opponent's bones and tendons.

The carving on the head of the staff is lifelike and captures the essence of Pendragon's expression. Just looking at it makes you feel like you are seeing a lazy kitten.

Without hesitation, Arthur, who received the cane, learned [Wand Combat].

[Wand Fighting Technique Lv1: In the middle of the Silver Age, an alchemist master 'Ms. Abel' created this secret technique. The original purpose was just to make up for her lack of physical strength and make it safer when going out to find materials, but with the As time went by, she continued to perfect this secret technique, and finally reached the current level: Effect: consume some physical energy, use the word "Ga" to perform the secret technique, give the cane magic power, and transform into a fighting spirit within 1 minute. Wand of Ability]

(Note 1: The caster has one and only one ‘magic wand’)

(Note 2: Only when the ‘magic wand’ in your hand is completely broken can you choose a new ‘magic wand’)

(Note 3: The ‘magic wand’ cannot leave the 5-meter radius of the caster)

(Note 4: Lv1’s ‘magic wand’ fighting ability is equivalent to that of a fighting apprentice)

…

After consuming 20

at the same time--

[Spirituality +0.1]

…

‘Sure enough, +100 XP points will increase spirituality by 0.1! ’

Previously, Arthur had noticed that upgrading [Hand of Void] to Level 4 consumed 100 XP points and increased spirituality by 0.1. When he discovered that the secret technique he had chosen cost a total of 90 XP, Arthur was ready to try to see if it was accurate.

The subsequent 1XP consumed by [Stone Bullet Technique] will not be affected.

However, when [Stone Bullet Technique] is upgraded to Level 2, it will consume 100XP to have any effect.

If it is true that 100 XP points increase spirituality by 0.1, casually raising [Stone Bullet Technique] to Lv2 will make his safety and spirituality areas stretched.

After all, [Blood of Balance]’s ‘error tolerance’ is limited.

The cold feeling reappeared, and Arthur could vaguely hear a faint shout in his ears. Arthur couldn't hear the content of the shout, but he instinctively wanted to chase the sound.

However, the burning heat on the fingers of his left hand calmed Arthur down and made the coldness disappear again.

Arthur glanced at the [Spirituality] that reached 0.4 and thought silently in his heart.

"Is there a safety level of 0.2 spirituality and 200XP?"

Not much, but enough to do something.

At least, it will give him more power to protect himself.

Of course, what makes Arthur most fortunate is that auxiliary skills and the like are not counted in spirituality. Otherwise, his plans for [Bluff], [Intimidation], [Fire Gaze], and [Observe Motive and Color] would simply not be enough.

With a trace of luck, Arthur chose the one in the cat's nest from the two canes as the carrier of [Wand Fighting Technique], and put the other one back into the box.

At this time, the carriage had arrived at Mule Street.

It was difficult for carriages to pass through the narrow streets, so Arthur and Maltz started walking under the leadership of Dicko. As for why the case happened on Mule Street in the Duo District, the Shire District needed to dispatch the police?

It's not that Cook has taken control and Arthur has become unscrupulous.

It was because Frank had left a criminal record at the Shire District Police Station three days ago.

This is following the rules.

"Sheriff, counselor."

The patrol officers at the scene saluted Arthur and Maltz.

Because the distance was closer, Cook from the Duo District Police Department arrived first.

The only remaining third-level police officer in the Dortmund District bowed to Arthur covertly and saluted, and then led Maltz inside - this was an alley that was even narrower than before, and more stinky, and at the end was It was a wasteland, which surprised Arthur.

According to his understanding, when the crowded Mule Street residents discovered this wasteland, they would make full use of it.

Seemingly discovering Arthur's accident, Cook immediately fell one step behind.

"There are rumors that this place is haunted!"

"Haunted?"

Arthur touched his chin.

"Well, it is said that there was a massacre here more than 20 years ago, and there have been rumors of being haunted since then. As time goes by, the dilapidated houses are even more frightening - the surrounding residents avoid coming here."

Cook nodded.

"How was the body found?"

Maltz asked from the side.

“Scream!

It was the corpse's screams before death that attracted people. "

Cook pointed forward as he spoke.

Immediately, a charred corpse came into view.

The residual temperature on the corpse mixed with the unique burning smell made the patrol officers around him avoid it, and some even vomited out their breakfast.

Suddenly, the smell became even stronger.

Arthur, Maltz, and Cook walked in front of the scorched corpse indifferently - for the three of them, it was just a scorched corpse, and they had long been used to it.

The charred corpse lay flat on the ground, completely burned, and everything on his body was burned clean, leaving only a ring on his finger.

"The ring that identified Frank?"

Arthur asked.

"Yes, this is the gold ring that Frank won yesterday. He showed it off to many people, and the person who just heard the scream confirmed that it was Frank's voice."

Cook answered.

Maltz put on gloves and began to carefully examine the charred corpse, hoping to find clues.

Arthur frowned.

He looked at the ground under the scorched corpse, looked around again, and then said directly to the two people beside him.

"Move the scorched corpse away and dig down."

Maltz and Cook were a little confused, but they did not object to Arthur's words and immediately ordered the patrol officers to work.

The charred corpse was carried away.

The patrolmen dug down.

After a while, a corpse appeared in front of everyone.

Of course, it doesn't matter.

What’s important is Maltz’s exclamation after seeing the corpse——

"Frank?!"