They all call me master

Move forward ten minutes.

The mysterious man grabbed Arthur and rushed out of Nanlos, and without losing speed, he headed straight for the 'inland river'.

South County and North County are separated by the Iron Mountains. The peaks on the North County side are towering and extremely steep, while the South County side is extremely gentle. A canal was dug out by the former "Boer VII", which was called 'Boer Canal'.

When the empire collapsed, several battles broke out on the Boer Canal, causing the waterway to become wider and wider, like a river and a lake connected.

After the establishment of the Holy Empire, the Boer Canal, which almost ran through the entire South County, was renamed the 'Holy Canal'.

At the beginning of the Silver Age, various local lords began to repair the rivers on their own side. From this time on, the so-called "sacred canals" were collectively referred to as "inland rivers", and at most they were prefixed with the name of their own territory.

For example, this section of the inland river in Nanlos is called the ‘Nanlos Inland River’.

Obviously, the mysterious man hid the boat in the inland river outside the city.

Arthur, who discovered this, began to struggle.

The young 'psychic medium' knew very well that once on board the ship and the ship left the range of Nanlos, he would become a lamb to be slaughtered.

"do not move!"

The mysterious man punched the young 'psychic medium' hard.

The punch hit the lower abdomen, which was not protected by ribs.

boom!

The voice was dull, making the young 'psychic medium' bend over and stop moving.

Seeing this scene, the mysterious man sneered twice and immediately quickened his pace.

After a while, I heard the rumbling sound of the inland river.

A small boat was vaguely visible on the embankment.

The mysterious man's steps were even faster.

But just as the other party was about to approach the boat, the mysterious man suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground.

Instead, the young 'psychic medium' dusted himself off and stood up.

"poison?

When was the poison administered? "

The mysterious man lay there questioning.

"When you just punched me!"

As the young 'psychic medium' said this, he walked towards the other party. With a flick of his sleeve, a dagger appeared in his hand.

"Now, I want to ask you...huh?!"

The young 'spiritual medium' realized something was wrong before he finished speaking, and his figure that slowly stepped forward turned into a sprint.

He jumped straight over the mysterious man and headed towards the boat.

But before he got close, he was blocked by a piece of fog.

A blue mist enveloped the boat with a strong stench.

Arthur covered his mouth and nose and backed away, looking warily at the man who appeared behind him.

Just when he saw the other person for the first time, Arthur heard murmuring and wailing in his ears.

And in his eyes, there were countless people lying on the hospital bed suffering from torture, with despair on their faces - like a phantom, but also like reality.

Even those who were tortured seemed to want to drag Arthur into it.

Arthur immediately took a step back slightly, his eyes becoming more alert.

Facing the vigilance in Arthur's eyes, the man in the white robe took off his hood, revealing a peaceful middle-aged face - a warm smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, a clean face, without any stubble. , hair is combed to the middle, covering the exposed scalp.

On the surface, he looks like an ordinary middle-aged man.

Walking on the streets of Nanlos, six or seven out of ten middle-aged people look like this.

But none of the ten middle-aged people could make Arthur feel dangerous.

Unconsciously, Arthur took a step back again.

At this moment, the distance between him and the poisonous mist behind him was less than ten meters.

Of course, the young 'psychic medium' would no longer choose to board the ship, but was preparing to jump into the river to escape.

The middle-aged man who suddenly appeared saw Arthur's intention and immediately said with a smile——

“Death is not pure white, but diverse.”

"Good evening, Mr. Kratos, I am Grover, a member of the 'New Dead Poets Society'. It is an honor to meet you!

I have no ill intentions towards you, I just want to ask you two questions! "

The other party said this.

Arthur had a wry smile on his face.

"Is it also about the 'Herc Laboratory'?"

The young 'psychic medium' asked.

The members of the new "Dead Poets Society" immediately nodded and added.

"Besides this, there is one more thing -

Can you tell me why the aura of death on your body is so strong?

Just like whoever is infected with you will die suddenly or accidentally at any time! "

The other party's words seemed to describe a disaster star, which made the young 'spiritual medium' frown, and his voice immediately became hard.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Oh, please don't refuse the 'favor of death', you know?

Beings like you are unique in 'Dead Poets Society' and are envied by everyone!

For ordinary people, it takes a lot of hard work to complete the ritual and reach the state. For you, it is as simple as drinking water and eating. As long as you are willing to tell me this secret, I can tell you the "death poem" I know. One of the three rituals and two of the seven secret techniques of the society will be taught to you!

Believe me, with the talent you have shown, reaching the 'Arcana' level is just around the corner! "

The new 'Dead Poets Society' member said and bowed extremely sincerely.

Arthur remained unmoved.

Or to be precise, not unmoved.

But cannot be moved by it.

He was also curious as to why he always encountered so many 'coincidences' - it couldn't be because he came back from the dead and was contaminated with the aura of death, causing people around him who were not lucky enough to die one after another, right?

Even if the world in front of us has a 'mysterious side', is this kind of thing too exaggerated?

pity……

Now is not the time.

Arthur sighed in his heart and remained silent.

But this silence made the new members of the Dead Poets Society opposite feel dissatisfied.

However, the smile on the other person's face became warmer.

But Arthur would not be fooled.

The flicker of [Death Intuition] had already told him everything.

"Maybe you have some misunderstandings about me - I am not discussing it with you anymore, I am just here to inform you, and I will definitely get the answer from your mouth.

I don't like the pretentiousness of traditional death factions.

My approach will be more direct.

Please believe me, poison and plague can do this.

As for your death?

Don’t forget my origins in ‘Dead Poets Society’.

Although I am not good at interrogating the soul.

But some can be done.

Therefore, I am willing to give you another chance——

Inform me of the location of 'Hulke's Laboratory'.

At the same time, tell the secret of the strong aura of death in you.

As long as I say it, the promise I just made is still valid. "

Grover bowed again, appearing extremely polite.

But Arthur's [Death Intuition] flickered faster and faster.

It was obvious that this new member of the Dead Poets Society had no intention of keeping his end of the bargain.

After seeing that Arthur remained silent, this new member of the Dead Poets Society walked straight towards Arthur.

As the other party moved, Arthur also began to move towards the river.

This scene made Grover laugh out loud.

"Give up the struggle, Mr. Kratos, no one can save you here!

unless……

You can manifest miracles! "

With that said, after finally checking the surroundings and confirming that there was nothing abnormal, Grover no longer hesitated and prepared to capture Arthur and interrogate him.

As for the poison mastered by the young 'spiritual medium'?

Grover didn't care at all.

How could the new members of ‘Dead Poets Society’ be afraid of poison?

But just as this new member of the Dead Poets Society walked up to Arthur, a short sword pierced the opponent's body from behind.

This new member of the Dead Poets Society looked down at his pierced chest, then turned to look behind him.

When he saw that the sword holder was the mysterious man who fell to the ground due to poisoning, his eyes were full of disbelief.

In Grover's perception, this mysterious man was really poisoned.

Moreover, it is an extremely powerful toxin.

He should have lost his mobility.

"We are not enemies..."

Although he didn't understand why this mysterious man could face such a violent poison without any problems, Grover knew that he had to explain the 'misunderstanding' between the two parties.

He didn't want to die in such an unknown way.

But before he finished speaking, the voice of this new member of the ‘Dead Poets Society’ suddenly stopped.

Because, the mysterious man took off his hood and revealed his true appearance.

yes--

Malinda.