Ti advanced by ten minutes.
The Mysterious Person, gripping Arthur, dashed out of South Los and headed straight for the "Inland River" without slowing down.
South County and North County were isolated by the Elron Mountains, with towering peaks reaching into the clouds on the North County side, steep and imposing, while on the South County side, the landscape was much gentler. Pope Boer VII had once carved out a canal there, initially called the "Boer Canal."
When the Empire collapsed, several battles erupted along the Boer Canal, making the channel wider, resembling the connection of river and lake.
After the establishnt of the Holy Empire, the Boer Canal, which ran through almost the entire South County, was renad the "Sacred Canal."
By the early Silver Age, different local lords began to repair the sections of the canal that bordered their lands, and from this ti, the so-called "Sacred Canal" was collectively referred to as the "Inland River," usually prefixed with the na of their territory.
For example, the section of the Inland River at South Los was called the "South Los Inland River."
Clearly, the Mysterious Person had hidden a boat at the city's outskirts on the Inland River.
Realizing this, Arthur began to struggle.
As a young "Spirit dium," he knew that once he boarded, and the boat left the vicinity of South Los, he would beco a complete sacrificial lamb.
"Don't move!"
The Mysterious Person gave the young "Spirit dium" a heavy punch.
The punch landed on the soft belly, unprotected by ribs.
Thump!
The sound was dull, causing the young "Spirit dium" to bend at the waist and stop moving.
Watching this scene, the Mysterious Person sneered twice and imdiately quickened his steps.
Soon, the thunderous sound of water from the Inland River could be heard.
On the riverbank, a small boat appeared faintly visible.
The Mysterious Person's steps quickened even more.
But just as he was about to reach the boat, the Mysterious Person's body suddenly stiffened and he fell to the ground motionless.
anwhile, the young "Spirit dium" brushed the dust off himself and stood up.
"Poison?
When did you administer the poison?"
The Mysterious Person asked, lying there.
"When you just punched !"
The young "Spirit dium" said this while walking towards him, flicking his sleeve to reveal a dagger in his hand.
"Now, I want to ask you... huh?"
The young "Spirit dium" hadn't finished speaking when he noticed sothing wrong, and his advancing steps turned into a sprint.
He leaped over the Mysterious Person and headed toward the small boat.
But before he could get close, he was blocked by a mist.
The greenish mist, carrying a strong stench, enveloped the small boat.
Arthur covered his mouth and nose and retreated, his gaze warily shifting to the man who had appeared behind him.
Just at the first glance, whispers and moans echoed in Arthur's ears.
And in his eyes, countless people lying on hospital beds suffering imnsely, their faces etched with despair—like phantoms, yet seemingly real.
Even those tornted seed eager to drag Arthur into their midst.
Arthur instinctively took a small step back, his gaze becoming even more vigilant.
The man in the white robe facing Arthur's wary eyes simply took off his hood, revealing a calm middle-aged face—a warm smile hovered at his lips, a clean countenance with not a trace of stubble, and hair combed to the middle, covering the bald scalp.
On the surface, this was just an ordinary middle-aged man.
Walking on the streets of South Los, six or seven out of ten middle-aged n looked just like him.
Yet, among those ten middle-aged n, not one could cause Arthur to feel danger.
Unconsciously, Arthur again stepped back.
At this mont, the distance between him and the poisonous mist behind him was less than ten ters.
The young "Spirit dium" obviously would not choose to board the boat anymore, instead planning to jump into the Inland River to escape.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man who had appeared realized Arthur's intentions and smiled, saying—
"Death is not pure white, but variegated."
"Good evening, Mr. Kledos, I am Grover, a mber of the 'New Death Poetry Society,' and I'm honored to et you!
I an you no harm, just want to ask you two questions!"
He said this.
But Arthur just gave a bitter smile.
"Is it also about 'Hercules Laboratory'?"
The young "Spirit dium" inquired.
The new Death Poetry Society mber imdiately nodded, adding.
"Besides that, one more thing—
Can you tell why the aroma of death is so strong on you?
It's as if anyone who touches you could die suddenly, as if by accident!"
The words of the other party were like describing a harbinger of death, making the young "Spirit dium" frown, his voice also turning stiff.
"I don't understand what you're saying!"
"Ha, please don't reject 'Favor of Death', do you know?"
Your presence in the 'Death Poetry Society' is uniquely blessed and envied by everyone!
The rituals and levels that ordinary people need to painstakingly achieve are as simple as drinking water and eating als for you—just tell this secret, and I can teach you everything I know about one of the three rituals and two of the seven secret techniques of the 'Death Poetry Society'!
Believe , with the talent you have displayed, it's only a matter of ti before you reach the level of 'Arcana'!"
The new mber of the 'Death Poetry Society' said this, bowing earnestly.
Arthur remained unmoved.
Or to be more precise, he could not be moved.
He was also curious why he always encountered so many 'coincidences'—it couldn't possibly be because his resurrection had imbued him with the Aroma of Death, causing the less fortunate around him to die one after another, could it?
Even if the current world possessed a 'Mystic Side,' wasn't this a bit too exaggerated?
Unfortunately...
Now was not the ti.
After sighing inwardly, Arthur maintained his silence.
This silence, however, displeased the new mber of the 'Death Poetry Society' opposite him.
Nevertheless, the smile on his face grew even warr.
But Arthur was not to be fooled.
The flashing of his 'Death Intuition' had already told him everything.
"Perhaps you have so misunderstandings about —I'm not here to discuss with you, I'm rely informing you, and I will definitely get an answer from you.
I don't like the pretense of traditional Death Factions.
My thods will be more direct.
Please believe that poisons and plagues can accomplish this.
As for your death?
Don't forget, I co from the 'Death Poetry Society.'
Although I'm not skilled at interrogating souls.
I can still do a few things.
So, I'm willing to give you another chance—
Tell the location of the 'Hercules Laboratory.'
Also, reveal the secret of the dense Aroma of Death on your body.
If you do, my promises just now will still stand."
Grover bowed again, appearing imnsely polite.
But the flashing of Arthur's 'Death Intuition' grew even faster.
Clearly, this new mber of the 'Death Poetry Society' had no intention of keeping his promise.
Seeing that Arthur still maintained his silence, the new mber of the 'Death Poetry Society' walked straight towards him.
As the person approached, Arthur also started moving towards the riverbank.
This scene made Grover laugh out loud.
"Give up struggling, Mr. Kledos, no one here can save you!
Unless...
You can perform a miracle!"
Having said this, Grover, finally sure there was nothing amiss around, no longer hesitated and prepared to seize Arthur for interrogation.
As for the poison possessed by the young 'Spirit dium'?
Grover didn't care at all.
How could a new mber of the 'Death Poetry Society' possibly fear poison?
But just as the new mber of the 'Death Poetry Society' approached Arthur, a dagger suddenly pierced through the assailant's body from behind.
The new mber of the 'Death Poetry Society' looked down at his pierced chest and then turned his head to look behind him.
When he saw the sword-bearer was the mysterious person who had been poisoned and fallen to the ground, his eyes were filled with disbelief.
In Grover's perception, this mysterious person was truly poisoned.
And it was an extrely fierce toxin.
He should have lost the ability to move.
"We are not enemies..."
Although he did not understand why this mysterious person could face such a fierce toxin unscathed, Grover knew he had to clarify their 'misunderstanding.'
He certainly didn't want to die unclearly.
But before he could finish his words, the voice of the new mber of the 'Death Poetry Society' stopped abruptly.
Because the mysterious person had taken off the hood, revealing their true face.
It was—
Marinda.
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