They all call me master

Arthur was not surprised at all when the 'Ymir Manor' suddenly burst into flames and explosions late at night, attracting peepers.

Even because of his future plans, he quite welcomed these peepers this time.

Whether it is from the nobility or a secret society.

These peepers are all 'loyal viewers' or 'guest stars' a few days later.

However, when [Death Intuition] flickers slightly, Arthur will not turn a blind eye——

call!

Dark blue flames swelled in the wind.

The dim flames immediately dispelled the darkness within the shadows.

A figure let out a miserable howl.

At the same time, a dead white color began to appear from the opponent's hand.

''Dead Poets Society'? ’

A flash of surprise flashed in Arthur's eyes.

The other party's appearance here was not accidental. The other party's appearance here must have appeared together with the so-called 'Dead Poets Society. Thirty Choir' Moirke.

However, the other party should be biased towards support, logistics and the like.

Therefore, I stayed in Jiaershan Town.

And this is what surprised Arthur. Logically speaking, Moirke died and the other party should leave, but the other party chose to stay?

Does ‘Dead Poets Society’ have a punishment similar to ‘sitting consecutively’ for failing to complete a task?

Arthur was guessing in his heart, but the [Death Fire] was burning crazily.

Facing the 'gas of death' in the hands of the members of the 'Death Poets Society', [Fire of Death] rushed forward like a hungry tiger attacking a sheep, and 'swallowed' the person who controlled the 'gas of death' together with it.

"Ahhhhh!"

Members of the Dead Poets Society gave their last cries.

When the sound subsided, 30 points of 'death breath' were added to Arthur again.

This does not include the 80 points of 'death energy' added by the previous monsters.

Suddenly, Arthur's 'death energy' reached a level of 413.1.

Moreover, even if Arthur does not take the initiative to create death, the 'Qi of Death' is also slowly increasing - looking at the slowly increasing 'Qi of Death', Arthur sighs slightly. This is not a good thing for him who longs for strength. It should be a joyous scene, but when he thought about the 'side effects', he really couldn't be happy.

The only good thing is that those peepers left wisely.

However, Arthur knew that this was only a short absence.

As word spreads, these people are sure to come back again.

With more people, he boarded the stage built by him and Malinda.

Wow!

The skeletons of the members of the 'Dead Poets Society' fell to the ground. Sheriff Zebulon on the side was trembling in heart and sweating profusely. The Sheriff, who was originally relieved because of Arthur's promise just now, saw the scene in front of him. Scared again.

Suddenly, the police chief no longer cared about so much.

The police chief said almost as if he was crawling on the ground——

“Thank you for your kindness.

Please leave the rest of the chores to me.

Your satisfaction guaranteed. "

The two police officers and numerous patrol officers on the side also nodded in agreement.

Sheriff Zebulon was frightened.

They were equally frightened.

Killing many monsters, even if the war tree falls to the ground, is not as scary as a living person being burned into a skeleton.

People are always sad and fearful because of the death of others.

Even if that other person is a stranger.

But you can ignore the death of your loved ones.

Maybe this is what is called a transitional bond.

Maybe this is...

people?

Arthur didn't know about such a complicated and head-scratching problem, but he knew what the police chief and the other police officers and patrolmen in Jiaershan Town were afraid of.

However, Arthur did not give an explanation.

Because he knows it's better for him.

Fear sometimes really makes people more motivated.

And in the next few days, we really need to rely on each other.

After all, for Pendragon, he needed to devote himself wholeheartedly to the basics of 'potions'...

‘‘Potions’ is difficult, but the basics shouldn’t be difficult, right?

With my talent, I might be able to succeed in one try! ’

With this thought, Arthur walked towards the main building of Ymir Manor.

And just when Arthur devoted himself to 'potions', there was a hidden place in the inner bay.

The skulls are piled up into a triangle, with the eye sockets and teeth all facing inward, one after another, until the top skull is lying flat.

A candle was inserted between the skull's eyebrows, and the burning wax dripped down, soaking the skull below.

It gives this skull a jade-like feeling.

A skinny palm carefully stroked the wax on the skull, while he kept mumbling to himself.

"why why?

Is this the 'miracle of death and birth' predicted in the prophecy?

But hasn’t the ‘son of prophecy’ already appeared?

Are there two ‘sons of prophecy’? "

Of course there can’t be two ‘sons of prophecy’. Even ordinary ‘mysterious people’ know this, let alone the ‘right patriarch’ of ‘Dead Poets Society’!

But these two people all fit the characteristics of the 'sons of prophecy'.

Faced with this situation, even the 'right patriarch' who is famous for his divination has difficulty in making a judgment.

He pondered for a moment, and finally chose to summon the 'Death Followers' to give the newly emerged 'Son of Prophecy' more tests.

At the same time, the help given to the original 'son of prophecy' was reduced.

Death is fair.

Even the ‘son of prophecy’ is the same.

The 'right patriarch' who believes in this firmly believes that fairness can lead the 'Dead Poets Society' out of its predicament.

"Is this too cruel to them?"

From the shadows, a deep voice sounded.

In response to the old friend's question, the 'right patriarch' shook his head.

He knew very well that this was not what his old friend wanted to ask.

He didn't know when a pure old friend became so complicated, but that didn't stop him from giving an answer directly.

“The ‘Child of Prophecy’ is our hope.

And the planning in the inner bay can only be the icing on the cake.

Don't believe the words of those nobles...

Nobles can never be trusted! "

'The Right Patriarch' emphasized.

"I know, so I think it should be more conservative - maybe the old lion is also a good choice?"

asked the voice from the shadows.

"Huh, him?"

The 'right patriarch' chuckled, closed his eyes slightly, and stopped answering.

The 'Left Singer' in the shadows was frowning.

Seeing his old friend's eyes closed, he knew the conversation was over.

He didn't know when his pure old friend became so arrogant, but this did not prevent him from bringing more choices to the 'Dead Poets Society'.

Thinking of this, 'Leader Zuo' turned around and left.

The 'right patriarch' behind him opened his eyes slightly, but immediately closed them again.

He seemed to see the future, but he seemed to see nothing.

…

Two days flew by.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner according to Arthur and Malinda's plan.

Apart from……

Potions!

Snapped!

After experiencing the twenty-seventh failure, Arthur crushed the test tube in his hand.

The young 'spiritual medium' stood in front of the experimental table in the basement of the manor, like a student who had just finished a math test, with a face full of fatigue and full of doubts about life——

After obviously calculating two pages of draft paper, how could the answer be 1?

The length of this formula has almost caught up with the length of my life!

Which torturing guy said doing math problems is a kind of enjoyment?

Haha, fake!

all fake!

Fake mathematics, fake potions, fake world!

Muttering in his heart, the young 'psychic medium' sat directly in the chair and began to think about where he had gone wrong.

But after thinking about it, he felt that he was right.

Is it talent?

Thinking of this, the young 'psychic medium' immediately shook his head——

"impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

My extraordinary talent cannot be a gift, so there must be something wrong... Huh? ! "