They all call me master

The two cavalrymen belonging to the Margrave of West Berlin and the Margrave of Einhas left, and the 'Lady of the Night's' convoy immediately returned to normal.

Apart from the necessary warnings, the remaining people began to prepare to continue setting up the camp.

At this time, Edwin saw the gesture Arthur quietly made to himself.

Immediately, Malinda's coachman quickly followed Arthur outside the camp.

"Edwin, take the people to Jialshan Town immediately.

Remember, you must live in Jiaershan Town!

Don't come back before tomorrow morning! "

The young 'psychic medium' whispered, while raising his hand without leaving a trace, pointing to the ground.

Edwin did not lower his head, but looked at the ground from the corner of his eye——

Confirm safety, single line contact.

There was no beginning or end to the sentence, but the coachman understood it instantly.

Arthur needs him to contact his master Malinda through a single line of contact after confirming that it is absolutely safe.

what happened?

The coachman was puzzled.

But there was no hesitation.

"clear!"

After saying that, the coachman walked towards the camp.

After a while, the convoy in the camp set off again.

This time, they headed to a town 15 kilometers away.

Arthur watched the convoy leave.

What he said to Edwin was not intentional to bluff.

With the appearance of Jimt and Kalal, his original plan of 'tragic victory' has already changed, but those who peeked into the legacy of 'Shilt Tower' in 'Ymir Manor' will not change - these people Still in the dark, still staring here.

Among them, the one that concerned Arthur the most was the ‘staff team’ of Countess Nanlos.

The "staff team" composed of three levels has confirmed that there is a traitor following Freeman's confession, but who the traitor is has not yet been determined.

As time passes, though, the target of suspicion keeps shrinking.

And Malinda didn't mind speeding up the process.

Especially when you are unable to intervene, it would be best to borrow his hand for a screening.

Arthur already knew this.

He also took corresponding countermeasures. He originally planned to directly use [death energy] to go on a rampage and wipe out all the 'staff members' and remaining peepers sent this time, and in this way maintain the character of 'tragic victory', and follow the trend. Participate in the subsequent 'Nanlos Swordsmanship Competition' to catch more guys with evil intentions.

But that was before. Although the general direction and results remain unchanged, the details must change.

He wanted the traitor in the 'staff group' to come forward, and he wanted to show his 'loyalty to his duties' to the Countess of Nanlos.

Only in this way can the relationship between Jimt, Karar and him be better 'hidden'.

No!

He has nothing to do with Jimt or Kalal.

All he did was to lure out the traitor in the 'staff group'.

This is the point!

This is something that deserves everyone’s attention!

The fight between him, Jimt, and Kalal, as well as some trivial matters that occurred because of the fight, will be overshadowed by this incident.

As for whether the traitor will show up?

unimportant!

Show up, best.

If you don’t show up, that’s okay.

As long as he takes action and the Countess of Nanlos 'sees' it, that's enough!

For this reason, he asked Edwin to take people away and report to Malinda.

After wiping the writing on the ground with his foot, Arthur returned to Ymir Manor.

The fire pit was lit.

Simon, Hunter and Newt prepared enough firewood and ingredients.

When he placed the iron pot on the fire pit, Arthur subconsciously wanted to hug Pendragon. When he lowered his head to look for Da Ju, he suddenly came back to his senses. For safety reasons, he asked Simon to take care of Da Ju on his behalf.

'Tsk, what a sad day, it actually separated Pan and I! ’

Arthur was filled with emotion.

So, I had an extra pot of food for dinner.

Turning grief and anger into appetite?

Yes and no.

The ritual of [Cat Orange] is happening subtly.

Arthur knew this very well.

So, there is no stopping.

However, he had already made a plan in his heart to intensify his exercise after returning to No. 2 Kirk Street - he could clearly feel the roundness of his face.

The roundness of the body is also on the agenda under the ritual power of [Cat Orange].

He has to find a balance!

If it were in a peaceful world, Arthur wouldn't care.

Anyway, everyone is the same. As soon as she lays down on the sofa, picks up her mobile phone, and the young lady starts to refresh herself, she will show off her happy water and snacks.

fat?

nonexistent.

You are a new youth who sees a new era through colored glasses.

But in this crisis-ridden world, things are different!

Arthur definitely doesn't want his fatter body to affect his dexterity and speed!

Because, such an influence will really be extremely fatal at a certain moment!

Arthur shook his head repeatedly when he thought that he might lose his life because he was too fat to dodge the flying arrows and secret techniques.

He didn't want to leave an epitaph on his tombstone like 'He died because he was a fat man' - with Drake's 'bad' character he could definitely do it.

As for added strength?

With the bonuses of [Cat's Orange] and [Cat's Elegance. Orange], when he really practices, his strength will only increase even more.

‘Maybe one day I can reach the level of a ‘golden lion cat’. ’

When he thought of the existence of that blaster and the entire Holy See, Arthur immediately took a deep breath, drove away the 'laziness' in the ceremony, and first washed the iron pot where the military ration porridge was cooked.

"Why do you need to wash the pot after eating?

This is simply torture! "

The young 'spiritual medium' muttered, turned on the [alert oil lamp], and then placed the iron pot on the fire pit.

When the steam started to spurt, Arthur grabbed a handful of loose tea in the jar and threw it in.

Immediately, the strong aroma of tea overflowed...

Just like that murderous aura!

On the mountain col of 'Ymir Manor', figures appeared one after another. They were either holding crossbows or fire guns.

Arrows and guns were pointed at Arthur.

There were no orders.

When the first arrow is shot, it is followed by a shower of arrows and projectiles.

It was like rain, covering Arthur.

Whoosh whoosh!

Bang bang bang!

The sound of arrows piercing the air.

The sound of gunfire.

One after another, one after another.

The young 'psychic medium' yawned and sat lazily in his chair.

This chair was found in the manor. Not only was it an old style, but the paint was severely peeled off, but it was wide enough for Arthur to sit in it. His left leg was crossed, and his right leg was bent up on the chair. On the shabby chair, the hand holding the teapot was placed on the raised right knee, and the tea was flowing down.

The dark red and turbid tea soup fell into the cup, just like blood dripping into the soil——

The night is full of panic, the lamp is like a bean, and the tea is like blood.

The young 'psychic medium' looked at the tea residue floating in the tea cup and couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh, I forgot to wash the tea!"

As he said that, with a look of regret on his face, he picked up the teacup and poured it up.