They all call me master

Tree!

That banyan tree with a canopy so huge that it can cover the entire courtyard!

Arthur was no botanist, but old Charlie was.

According to the few words of old Charlie in my memory, even if the growth environment is suitable for a banyan tree, it is impossible for a banyan tree to grow to such a big size!

Even a century-old banyan tree cannot be forty or fifty meters high!

Moreover, it is difficult for ordinary banyan trees to live that long.

A hundred years is the limit for most banyan trees. Although there are occasional long-lived banyan trees, or even so-called thousand-year-old banyan trees, they are absolutely impossible to grow in the 'Ymir Manor'.

Because the establishment of 'Ymir Manor' has not been that long.

Judging from the fountain pool, this banyan tree was definitely transplanted after the manor was built.

It was most likely planted by the third owner of Ymir Manor.

If it were the distant nephew, even if it was to show basic decency, he would try his best to repair the fountain left by his uncle and aunt.

All kinds of strange things are telling Arthur a fact——

There is a mysterious power in ‘Ymir Manor’!

In this regard, the young 'spiritual medium' did not have any surprise or fear. On the contrary, the corner of this 'young' psychic medium's mouth curled up and showed a smile.

"It's getting interesting!"

With this thought to himself, Arthur tied up his belt, covered it up with his coat, and wore the brooch on his vest.

The seasoning jar is the easiest to handle, just put it directly into the [Box of Athos].

After doing this, Arthur strode towards the ground.

Although these were his things, in order to take care of the emotions of the Sheriff of Jiaershan Town and others, Arthur thoughtfully made some cover-ups.

There is nothing he can do, because he is a young, upright, simple and kind-hearted 'spiritual medium', who has to treat everyone who 'needs help' gently.

"consultant!"

At the basement door, Simon stood there dutifully.

Hunter and Newt sat on their chairs and squinted.

When they saw Arthur coming out, the two people immediately jumped up with sarcastic smiles on their faces - Arthur didn't pay much attention to such details. He was not a picky person, and most importantly, these two people were not him. His direct subordinates cannot become his direct subordinates.

The Sheriff of Jiaershan Town in the office even opened the door and ran out.

That fat body once again showed speed that didn't match its size.

"Your Excellency, Advisor!"

After respectful greetings, the police chief lowered his voice.

"Has everything been resolved?"

"Um."

Arthur nodded, and immediately, the police chief let out a long sigh - ever since he changed his pants, the police chief had been on tenterhooks for fear of any accidents.

it's good now!

Everything is solved.

A smile appeared on the sergeant's plump face.

The surrounding police officers and patrolmen also had smiles that showed they had survived the disaster.

Arthur waited until all these smiles appeared before continuing.

"However, the curse has not been resolved."

Zebulon was stunned.

"What's the meaning?"

The sergeant looked confused.

"The reason why these undead appear is because of the curse of 'Ymir Manor'. Although they have gone away, 'Ymir Manor' is still there!"

Arthur replied softly.

Hearing Arthur's explanation, Zebulon's fat face sank, and he looked at his two deputies unconsciously. When the three of them looked at each other wrongly, they all became fierce.

"Your Excellency, will the explosives work?"

the sergeant asked in a hushed voice.

Faced with Arthur, who was a consultant from the South Lochs District Police Station, enjoyed the status of a first-class police officer, was hired by the Countess of South Lochs, and had a document signed by Sheriff Maltz, Zibron initially felt that he had He was wary, but when Arthur did not refuse to accept his two large-dollar bills, the resistance was reduced a lot, and the subsequent 'life-saving grace' made the police chief even more grateful.

At this moment, faced with professional issues, the police chief naturally wanted to ask for advice seriously.

“It works!

As long as there are enough explosives, razing the 'Ymir Manor' to the ground will naturally work, but... whoever places the explosives and ignites the explosives will definitely die! "

Arthur answered half-seriously.

When gunpowder arose, the 'mystical side' faded to some extent.

In particular, the abilities mastered by some low-level mysterious people are not much easier to use than fire guns.

For example: Fire Arrow.

With gunpowder, this secret technique looks almost like a trick.

But the ‘mysterious side’ is still the mainstream in this world.

Because the 'mysterious side' of the top still has absolute power.

Does ‘Ymir Manor’ have such power?

Arthur didn't know.

But this does not prevent Arthur from lying to the other party.

Moreover, on that mountain stream road, if you want to carry enough explosives, one or two people may really be exhausted.

Listening to the first half of Arthur's words, the sergeant's face lit up, but the second half made the sergeant's heart tighten. Subconsciously, when the sergeant looked at the two deputies, the two deputies immediately turned their heads. , and when looking at the patrol police, these patrol police also had wandering eyes.

'waste! ’

‘Which split did you miss?

Damn guy! ’

Sheriff Zebulon was so angry that he was screaming in his heart and was already thinking about how to deal with these bastards.

However, this did not affect the chief's respect for Arthur.

"Advisor, what should we do?"

"Go and find me all the information about 'Ymir Manor' - I not only want the founders of 'Ymir Manor', Fritz Ymir and his wife, but also the other party's nephew and the third owner. , and information about the current owner.

Especially after the death of the other party's nephew, curses began to appear frequently.

By the way, do you know the third and current owner of Zebulon? "

Arthur asked the Sheriff as everyone moved into action.

"I know Lato. Twenty years ago, the generosity this businessman showed when he came to Jiaershan Town is still fresh in my memory. I remember that he came to Nanlos from North County to avoid disaster, and then he originally went to Inner Bay, but when passing through Jiaershan Town, something happened to the second owner of 'Ymir Manor', so he bought the manor - he was a generous man who was willing to give charity. During the 'Celebration of Summer', Will spend money to organize floats.

As for Barron?

I had very little contact with him. Except for one appearance when he purchased the manor, I never saw him again. "

The sergeant said what he knew.

Not much, but enough for Arthur.

Arthur rushed aside and Simon immediately brought a pen and paper.

"Can you give me a detailed description of Lato and Barron?"

"certainly!"

Based on the sergeant's description, Arthur drew the portraits of Lato and Barron.

At the same time, Wu Ni also drew portraits of the two of them in front of Maltz under the control of Arthur.

"Twenty years ago, I came from North County to South Los Angeles to escape trouble. Such people are the 'fat sheep' in the eyes of those guys on the dock, especially some of the extremely wealthy ones. It is impossible that no one will be impressed. Ask them with their portraits. look."

Arthur's voice sounded in Wu Ni's mouth.

Although he knew the magic of his partner, the old police chief was still a little surprised.

However, it won't delay things.

"give it to me!"

The old sheriff said as he picked up his long suitcase and walked out of the office, calling for Dico, Rooney, and Andy to lead people to the dock area.

The more magical Arthur is, the more the old sheriff believes in Arthur's words.

Now, even when he goes to bed at night, the old sheriff always hugs the long box containing his old friends.

And, of course, his 'sheriff'.

The little one always makes him happy.

Just like at this moment, the dock area was quite cool at night, but the little guy in his arms brought him warmth.

The old sheriff adjusted his coat so that the 'sheriff's' head was completely exposed, and then he wrapped the coat tightly again to allow the little guy to have a more comfortable posture.

Then, the old sheriff stood in the night wind and waited patiently.

And soon, Dicko had something to gain.

The newly-minted police officer ran back with a portrait of Lato with a strange look on his face——

"Chief, you'll never guess who this guy is!"