They all call me master

The series of titles made Dr. Linster a little confused.

After a full two or three seconds, the doctor nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, that is your Excellency."

Then, the doctor paused for another four or five seconds before he asked very hesitantly——

"Is he credible?"

"This lord has foretold your death?"

Eli looked nervous.

"No!

When I was a ring doctor, I had the opportunity to come into contact with this gentleman. After I witnessed his magic, I instinctively asked him if he could resurrect the dead, and then..."

Speaking of this, a wry smile appeared on the doctor's face.

Eli saw the wry smile.

The intelligence dealer who worked part-time as a stalker suppressed his curiosity.

It was about Mrs. Linster. Of course, this part-time intelligence dealer who was a stalker knew that as an outsider he couldn't ask questions, but his curiosity made him scratch his head.

Fortunately, the doctor didn't sell out.

"Your Majesty said frankly that the dead can be resurrected!

But he warned me not to try to resurrect the dead!

because……

I don't know who I brought back! "

Speaking of this, the doctor's face was full of confusion and anxiety, while the doctor's eyes were looking at Eli closely.

The stalker and part-time intelligence dealer immediately understood the meaning of Dr. Linster's previous words.

The doctor was unwilling to give in.

yes.

The person who died was the person he loved most, how could he be willing to do so?

If it were him, he wouldn't be willing to do it.

but--

“In the entire South Los Angeles, if anyone can really resurrect the dead, then ‘Psychic Medium’ Sir Arthur Kratos is the only answer.

He is an expert.

Or……

is a true master. "

There was no direct advice, but the meaning behind Eli's words was quite clear.

Listen to Arthur, Arthur is right.

"is that so?"

Dr. Linster said, his expression full of loneliness.

"Well, Dr. Linster, you have only had a little contact with our circle, so you don't understand the meaning of the master's words, but I can swear that there is nothing wrong with listening to this master's words."

Eli couldn't wait to bring his boss, the 'Bandage Swordsman', out to speak out.

But when he thought of the long sword of his boss, the 'Bandage Swordsman', the stalker and part-time intelligence dealer calmed down.

However, he still persuaded patiently.

This time Dr. Linster nodded.

There were no words, but Eli could tell the doctor didn't want to give up.

Immediately, the stalker's part-time intelligence dealer was scratching his head.

After sending the doctor out the door and watching his bleak figure disappear at the corner of the street, the stalker and part-time intelligence dealer had decided to discuss it with his boss immediately.

Return to the room.

The 'Bandage Swordsman' had left the closet and sat in Eli's original seat, and the stalker's part-time intelligence dealer didn't care.

After all, I don’t know since when, the two of them have been mainly bandage swordsmen.

Otherwise, he wouldn't call him boss.

"Boss, just now Dr. Linster..."

Eli asked the bandaged swordsman tentatively.

"I can't help him.

No one in South Los Angeles could help him except that guy.

Moreover, even if that guy...

snort! "

The 'Bandage Swordsman' snorted coldly as he spoke.

There is a certain dissatisfaction and ridicule in it.

Of course Eli knew that guy was the 'psychic medium'.

As for the dissatisfaction and ridicule?

Although Eli couldn't confirm it, he could roughly guess that it was because he was disturbed from his 'sleep'.

"Boss, is it really impossible to confirm who was brought back from the resting place?"

The stalker-part-time intelligence dealer asked seriously.

"have no idea!

When I was taken out, I was in a state of confusion.

It wasn't until my feet stepped on the soil here that I fully woke up.

I didn't know anything about the whole process. "

The 'Bandage Swordsman' said this.

"If that's the case, it will be troublesome."

Eli muttered.

"Are you worried about that doctor?"

'Bandage Swordsman' asked.

"Well, Dr. Linster is a good person, and good people should not have to suffer like this."

Eli nodded and said with certainty.

However, the 'Bandage Swordsman' shook his head.

“Only good people would encounter something like this.

because……

They are good people. "

The 'Bandage Swordsman' said, looking at Walsh on the bed. Although the 'Pale Hand' member's eyes were closed, his eyeballs moved his eyelids as he turned.

He was obviously awake but pretending to be asleep.

The physical fitness of the "mysterious side people" far exceeds that of ordinary people.

For injuries that would require a few days of bed rest for ordinary people, as long as they receive effective treatment, the 'mysterious person' can recover in one night.

"Why are you pretending to be asleep?

We are your savior! "

After Eli discovered this, he was very dissatisfied and spoke.

Walsh opened his eyes immediately, his face was a little embarrassed, but it immediately became indifferent.

Especially the eyes are full of scrutiny.

When he saw the 'bandage swordsman' wearing a cloak, the scrutiny in his eyes became more curious.

Obviously, this member of the 'Pale Hand' felt that the 'Bandage Swordsman' was unusual.

And Walsh's attitude made Eli even more dissatisfied.

Just when the stalker and part-time intelligence dealer was about to roll up his sleeves and teach the other party a lesson, a bone appeared in the palm of Walsh's hand.

As white as jade.

Extremely sharp.

Seeing this scene, Eli immediately stopped and frowned.

"'Pale Hands'?"

Eli asked, but his tone was full of affirmation.

Immediately, alertness appeared in his eyes.

Organizations like the 'Dead Poets Society' and the 'Pale Hand' are extremely unpopular in the eyes of 'mysterious people', because you don't know when they will take action against you.

As for the life-saving grace?

Feel sorry.

There is a way to repay kindness.

But most of them are ungrateful.

Therefore, for safety's sake, staying away is the best option most of the time.

Eli looked at his boss.

The ‘Bandage Swordsman’ had no objection——

"I saved you just because you also suffered betrayal.

I have no more ideas, let alone seeking anything from you.

so……

Please leave. "

After the 'Bandage Swordsman' finished speaking, Eli opened the door early.

Walsh sat up from the bed, looked at the 'Bandage Swordsman', and then at Eli, gritted his teeth and stood up, walking out.

Speak nicely.

Who knows what it could be?

Thinking this, Walsh's steps became firmer.

boom!

As soon as he walked out, the door behind him closed heavily.

call!

Just then, a gust of night wind blew by. The winter night breeze in South Los Angeles was cold. Walsh, who was still injured on his chest, shivered for a moment and moved the wound. Immediately, red appeared on the white gauze.

The pain made the corners of Walsh's mouth twitch.

At this moment, the door that was closed behind him opened again.

It's Eli.

The stalker-part-time tipster tossed a coat to Walsh—

"Don't worry!

If you die nearby, you will cause us trouble.

So, walk away! "

After saying that, Eli closed the door again.

Walsh put on his coat in silence.

He didn't refuse.

Because he really needs it.

He wants to live.

he wants……

revenge!

'Glast! ’

Walsh gritted his teeth.

How much this member of the ‘Pale Hand’ admired Glast before, now he hates him so much.

However, Walsh was not completely consumed by hatred.

He knew that he needed to recover from his injuries and then take revenge.

Thinking of this, Walsh stepped forward quickly.

However, as soon as I walked out of the narrow street, a voice rang in my ears——

"Hey, little brother, do you want Glaste to die miserably?"