They all call me master

The tea floated upwards, and immediately poured a perfect arc-shaped water curtain above Arthur's head. Every drop of tea water was still dark red and translucent, competing with the brightness of the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

Deep red like blood.

As bright as frost.

For a moment, they actually echoed each other.

Even if the arrows are as fast as rain and the projectiles are as dense as snow, they will be overshadowed.

The murderous intent on the arrows and projectiles disappeared in the blink of an eye.

only left with……

Deadly!

The deathly aura that permeated the entire manor was like a pair of hands strangling the necks of these attackers, robbing them of the last life force in their bodies.

One after another, the bodies rolled down the steep mountain wall.

When it hit the ground, it was already broken into pieces.

With every sound of bones and flesh breaking, more people would appear on the cliff, and the coarse salt they had blessed in their hands would be thrown out as if it was free of charge.

The sound of chi chi is endless.

The red brick powder that was also blessed poured out along the cliff at the foot.

Soon, these red bricks were connected end to end to form a 'circle'.

A 'circle' trapping a young 'psychic medium'.

And what’s left in this ‘circle’ is also in the final ‘gap’——

Tread, tap, tap!

The clear sound of footsteps echoed in the mountain stream road.

A middle-aged man with a stooped figure and gray hair on his temples walked out.

Middle-aged people walk very slowly.

Because every step you take will scatter the red brick powder you carry with you.

Ten steps are ten paths.

One hundred steps is one hundred paths.

By the time the middle-aged man walked out of the mountain stream, the original 'gap' had already become the strongest point.

Of course it’s not just because of the boundary formed by the red brick powder.

More because of the middle-aged people themselves.

"Good evening, Sir Kratos."

The other party greeted the young 'psychic medium' enthusiastically.

The young 'psychic medium' rubbed the tears from the corner of his eyes due to yawning. He crossed his legs and not only did not put them down, he also leaned back, as if he had no bones, and slumped loosely in the chair. .

“I’m glad you’re here.

But I don't like the tone of your words. "

Listening to Arthur's words, the middle-aged man looked surprised.

"you know me?"

the other party asked.

Then, without waiting for Arthur to answer, the middle-aged man said to himself.

"Of course you should recognize me!

If you don't recognize me, why bother laying out the layout?

There is no legacy of the ‘Shilt Tower’ in ‘Ymir Manor’, right?

What you did was just to lure me out. "

The middle-aged man said quite confidently.

‘What a big face! ’

Arthur complained secretly in his heart, but on the surface he shrugged calmly.

"When Freeman tipped off to the earl, I knew that I would be discovered soon - even if I set up a 'cordon' in the 'Sixty-sixth Staff Group'.

All he could do was delay me.

but……

That's enough. "

While talking to himself, the middle-aged man pulled an empty chair over and sat across from Arthur. Under the illumination of the [Alert Oil Lamp], the other person's face became clearer.

The thin face, the deep nasolabial folds, and the taller cheekbones make people feel at first glance that he is a mean and difficult person to get along with.

Especially those eyes, they seem to penetrate into human flesh and dig out your heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidneys.

The other party's sitting posture was regular, with his back straight and not leaning on the chair, his hands on his thighs, and the words in his mouth continued.

However, this time it was not a self-centered narration, but a question.

"Sir Kratos, can you guess what I did while he was delaying my time?"

[Observe words and colors] and [Look like a torch] flash rapidly.

Arthur saw pride and pride.

I saw even more pleasure.

Immediately, Arthur guessed it.

"How are the other members of the 'staff team'?"

"Of course!

The people of the 'Sixteenth Staff Group' and the 'Sixty-sixth Staff Group' who were traveling with me have all gathered together - unfortunately, not all of them, otherwise, I would definitely laugh out loud now!

Those bastards, who do they think they are?

How could I have worked with these stupid guys if it weren't for His Highness's orders?

Do you really think that I, Melville, would choose to join the 'Sixteen Staff' because I am afraid of the 'Dead Poets Society'?

They think too highly of themselves. "

A smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

"if not?"

Arthur asked rhetorically.

Immediately, the smile on the middle-aged man's face became stiff.

"I, Melville, was the leader of the 'Death Masks'. I not only founded the 'Death Masks', I am also the strongest of the 'Death Masks'!"

The middle-aged man's voice rose higher.

"Ah, yes, yes!"

Arthur curled his lips.

He looked like he was sure that the other party chose to join the Countess of Nanlos because he was afraid of the 'Dead Poets Society'.

Of course, this was the first time Arthur heard this name just now.

Arthur had never heard this name before.

I have never heard of the so-called ‘death mask’.

But this does not prevent him from stimulating the other party.

With the blessing of [bluffing], Arthur's words and expressions were just right. At least when Melville heard the words 'Ah, yes, yes, yes', the anger in his heart surged uncontrollably, and when he saw Arthur When Se curled her lips, she couldn't control it anymore.

"I'm not afraid of 'Dead Poets Society'!

I've fought them several times!

They also recognized my strength!

Although they were all called 'death', such a battle would take place, but I... gained their respect with my strength! "

As he spoke, Melville raised his head proudly.

Then, ignoring Arthur, he started to pick up the teacup on the table and pour the brewed tea into his own cup.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Arthur was confused in his heart.

‘[Minor Curse] Will also affect sanity? character? ’

The moment the opponent appeared, Arthur began to mobilize the death energy and cast [Small Curse Technique] on the opponent.

Although the effect of the curse has not yet appeared, one thing is certain, the other party's [spirituality] has also been affected.

Normally, there is a high probability that nothing will happen, but once you encounter facts that the other party is unwilling to face, even if it is just a word, you will become impatient.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this.

‘Another Toad Harris guy? ’

Arthur thought in his heart and spoke slowly.

"Don't drink other people's tea."

"oh?

Don't tell me you poisoned the tea! "

Melville looked at Arthur with interest. If he dared to drink it, he would be sure of it. He could be sure that there was nothing in the tea.

Moreover, it is quite mellow and tastes good.

Arthur stared at the other person, and the body that was slumped in the chair also sat upright.

The young 'spiritual medium' said word by word——

"No, I won't poison the tea!

I just want to remind you that in fermented tea like this, there is no careful selection, but there will be hair, boogers, nails, stones, bugs, and yes, there may also be...

Foot skin! "

puff!