They all call me master

The ringing sound of Fornak's ferocious laughter echoed on the second floor.

But, nothing happened.

Arthur, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at each other with a half-smile.

The layout of the room in front of me is very clever, but that is only for ordinary people.

If compared to 2 Kirk Street, this is the meatballs in the pot - obviously.

Dico, who was standing downstairs, unexpectedly glanced at Cook, who was not moving behind him, and then shouted contemptuously at the remaining patrolmen who ran away -

“Asshole, come back here!

There is no way this guy can succeed when there are advisors here! "

The rest of the patrol officers came back with a smile.

Upstairs, Fornak's ferocious smile froze on his face.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

This is arranged by the mechanism master!

How could you possibly crack it? "

Faunak roared and pressed the mechanism hard.

During the clicking sound, nothing happened.

"Have you ever thought that you were cheated?"

"besides……

You don't regard the opportunity I gave you as an opportunity.

Until now, you are not willing to call me Mr. Kratos. "

Arthur, who was sitting on the sofa, slowly picked up Pendragon. He lowered his head and teased Pendragon with his fingers. His eyes didn't even look at Faunak, but the vague aura on his body had already made him Fornak collapsed to the ground, shaking.

[Intimidation] flashes quickly.

"K-Mr. Kratos, please, please give me another chance!

I said it, I said it all! "

Fornak burst into tears.

At this moment, Arthur finally determined that the other party was abnormal.

Or to be precise, he is mentally abnormal.

'intrinsic?

Or was he influenced by the secret technique of the fake ‘Descendant of Blood’?

Or is it……

Witnessed something remarkable? ’

Arthur guessed in his heart.

The world in front of you is full of mysteries. Therefore, the more you know, the better. Sometimes, you can live better with a little ignorance.

If you know too much, you will go crazy.

Unless you have correspondingly safe ‘spirituality’.

If it is unsafe 'spirituality', it is a layer of Buff that accelerates death or madness.

What is the situation with Fornac?

Arthur couldn't be sure.

Neither has the ability to heal the other party.

But the state the other party was in made Arthur have to be more careful in order to distinguish which part of what the other party said was true and which part was a false fantasy.

At the same time, Muni, who was staying on the roof, fluttered its wings.

Flying to the Shire District Police Station.

The owner of 'Haite Furniture Store', Haite, is still in custody at the police station.

Of course you didn’t have to worry about it before.

Now?

It needs to be watched closely.

Arthur had an intuition that compared to the Faunak in front of him, the Haidt knew more and was of greater value, but... he couldn't alert the enemy.

…

In the 'Tate Cane Shop', Simon and the patrol officers had already left, and the damaged door was temporarily suspended in an 'emergency repair' manner, so it could barely be called a door.

Tate sat in the store with a dull expression.

He knew he should be dead.

Even under duress.

But he did it after all.

Privately minting gold is a serious crime.

With the ability of the 'spiritual medium', he could be tracked down very quickly.

Maybe the other party already knew everything and asked the old police chief to remind him.

'well.

I ruined everything I loved! ’

Tate walked out and took off his sign.

He raised his hand and touched the seal engraved on it: 'Whether it's windy or rainy, we'll see you there from 8:30 in the morning to 17:00 in the evening. ’

He carved it himself and wiped it every day.

He seems to still remember who he was at that time, and he is confident that he can do a good job in this store, and even pass it on with pride.

But now...

‘I have failed you! ’

After placing the sign, the owner of the cane shop began to sort out the remaining canes in the shop that customers had ordered but had not taken away.

Then, he marked them one by one and left the words "I'm sorry".

Afterwards, he took his carving knife and walked back to his sign.

call!

Taking a deep breath, the cane shop owner picked up the carving knife and stabbed himself in the neck.

Since you have tarnished your love, let's wash it away with blood!

With this sense of purity in mind, Tate chose to die.

However, before the carving knife touched his neck, he was stopped by Maltz, who had been staring here.

"Chief Maltz, please let me go, I have no face to live anymore."

Tate, who was blocked, whispered, and his tears couldn't stop flowing.

‘If we seek death because of this matter, more than half of the people in Nanlos will have to die. ’

The old police chief looked at Tate in front of him, with emotion in his eyes.

He hadn't seen such a pure guy for many years.

Except for some real fools.

Even a simple farmer has a hint of countryman cunning deep in his eyes.

Someone like Tate…

Rare than gems.

so--

boom!

Maltz punched the opponent, causing him to bend completely and the carving knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Seeing that the other party was in pain and still wanted to pick up the carving knife, the old police chief confirmed that the other party really wanted to die and was not pretending.

Maltz asked as he raised his foot and kicked the carving knife into the corner, carrying a long box on his back.

"Are you ready to die just because you made a golden cane?"

In order to prevent Tate from doing anything stupid again, Maltz grabbed the opponent's collar, pushed the opponent against the wall, and restrained the opponent.

Tate's lips trembled slightly when he heard Maltz's question.

Finally, he said in a trembling voice.

"Not one, but twenty-three."

hiss!

You deserve to die!

Maltz took a deep breath, and he regretted stopping Tate from committing suicide - a golden cane was okay, both he and his partners could easily cover it up, but twenty-three... I'm afraid. It's a bit difficult.

However, when he thought of his partner's explanation, the old police chief immediately calmed down.

"You want to die?"

"Um."

Faced with the old police chief's question, Tate nodded.

"Have you finished all your orders?"

"Now that it's done, Mr. Kratos will be my last guest - I have given instructions for the rest, and they will be taken away by their respective owners."

Tate looked at the hive cabinet and his tone became softer.

"Oh, not really!

I still need a cane! "

The old sheriff let go of Tate's collar and raised his hand to gesture to himself.

Tate smiled wryly at this.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me, but..."

"Besides being elegant and pretentious, the cane's biggest function is to support a person's weight. It is the leg of some people with inconvenient legs and feet, and it is also the life support of these people.

And an old guy like me needs a strong and durable cane that can support his body, isn't it possible?

And what mistake could I make in choosing a craftsman I trust?

You can die if you want, just make this cane for me and then die! "

Maltz, like Arthur, is taciturn.

He chose his own way to persuade the cane shop owner.

He knew very well that as long as the cane shop owner calmed down, everything would change for the better.

And facing such a pure guy...

Don't make it too simple!

Seize the other person's love and use it ruthlessly!

"But, but..."

"Stop it, go get the ruler quickly."

Maltz urged.

Tate hesitated for a moment, walked to the counter, and took out the tape measure that he was very familiar with. His mind immediately recalled countless situations in the past 20 years, including the excitement and anxiety when measuring the customer's arm for the first time, and the first mistake. Embarrassment, at a loss, the joy of being praised for the first time, the embarrassment of being challenged for the first time...

All of a sudden, all kinds of situations flooded into my mind and converged into one sentence.

"Thanks."

The old sheriff shook his head. He would not accept such thanks——

"Thank me? That's not necessary - Arthur saw the aura of death surrounding you, so he asked me to come!"

"Mr. Kratos?

He must be very disappointed in me, right?

Will he still use the cane I made? "

After Tate exclaimed, his eyes became sad again. Looking at the opponent like this, the old sheriff wanted to punch the opponent again, but the old sheriff held back.

He looked around, looking for something to say.

Suddenly, he saw a stray cat running outside the door and immediately had an idea.

"If you find yourself having trouble sleeping or eating, prepare two cat bowls and place them outside.

As the weather gets colder, it becomes more difficult for stray cats to find food and water.

You can go and help stray cats. "

The old sheriff didn’t ask the other party to help anyone.

The other party's purity is like a 'fool' to a certain extent.

When facing people, the other party cannot grasp them.

Let’s face the cat.

Cats are more pure than humans.

Seeing Tate's thoughtful look, Maltz breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could completely exhale, the old police chief's eyes froze as he looked outside.