Suddenly, a voice exclaid "Oh no!" and Arthur furrowed his brows, his face revealing a look of shock and astonishnt that made Bernice, sitting opposite to him, freeze.
This wealthy rchant's first instinct was to think it was another "Shaman trick."
However, he imdiately shook his head internally.
After all, he had just paid over 40,000 gold coins.
Although human greed knows no bounds, a one-ti paynt of 40,000 gold coins is enough to make any shaman cautious—they would worry about losing the substantial amount already received.
Of course, another critical point was that this wealthy rchant did not consider Arthur to be that kind of fraudulent shaman.
Then—
The rchant saw "Ms. Anna" walking out of the Spirit dium Parlor.
Even though he was sowhat familiar with the rumors about this lady and had encountered Mystic Side Persons before, Bernice still felt uneasy at this mont, and the nearby butler began to sweat profusely.
The wealth and prestige possessed by this wealthy rchant had made Mystic Side Persons who had approached him demonstrate various kinds of magic, but never anything so... bizarre!
Yes!
Bizarre!
Bernice thought for a mont before finding the precise adjective from his mind.
Especially upon seeing the lady whispering near the young "Spirit dium's" ear, a sense of unease overwheld Bernice.
Ever since he acquired astonishing wealth, prestige, and status, Bernice had never felt this nervous.
The last ti he felt this anxious was when he had placed his first ship charter.
But, after dealing with two pirates, everything had returned to normal.
And now, he began to feel anxious again.
"Eagle Eye" and "Insight" flickered.
Feeling that the ti was right, Arthur proceeded to the next step.
Sitting in the chair, sowhat dazed, Bernice's gaze was scattered, but soon, his pupils began to constrict rapidly.
Because—
Creak!
With a teeth-grating noise, Ms. Anna suddenly turned her head 180 degrees and coldly looked at him.
A glance at her terrifyingly grotesque face was startling enough on a normal day.
This sudden head turn was enough to give soone nightmares.
Not to ntion—
Whimper, whimper!
A low sound, like crying or the wind blowing through tree branches, echoed next to Bernice's ear.
This ti, even Bernice's forehead began to sweat.
As for the butler?
His face turned pale, and he stepped back in fright.
Even after recovering his senses, he imdiately returned to his original position—behind Bernice, but his breathing had beco rapid.
And this rapid breathing beca the last straw that broke the cal's back.
Feeling the hot breath of the butler above his head, the wealthy rchant felt the lighting inside the small parlor start to dim, followed by distortion of the desk, chairs, and even the Spirit dium that stood before him, the once normal faces swirling like a vortex, forming an unbearable to witness facade.
An extrely shrill scream erged next to his ear, uttering indescribable words, as a trendous pulling force erged on his body, violently dragging him downward.
It seed as if he was being pulled into the legendary hell.
He dared not look down.
Because he felt nurous hands firmly gripping his feet, ankles, and calves.
At the sa ti, more cries and screams erged next to his ear.
'Captain, captain, why did you push off the ship?'
'My love, you said you would marry , why bury underground!'
'You said, we were the closest partners, why betray !'
'This land was left to by my father; I will not sell it to you!'
…
Sound after sound, phrase after phrase, brought up the scenes that Bernice least wanted to recall.
Each scene was bloody.
Each scene was filled with corpses.
Particularly the scene about the land, where a strong sll of char invaded Bernice's nostrils, making him unable to restrain himself any longer—
"Ah!"
A scream erupted from Bernice's mouth.
Six charred bodies of varying sizes had crawled out from the blazing hell, clinging onto his body and kept moving upward, until finally...
They were level with his eyes.
Those pairs of charred hands were prying his eyes open, forcing him to see their forms clearly.
But Bernice absolutely did not want to see; not only did he not open his eyes, but he also shook his head back and forth while swinging his arms as if to push all the charred corpses away.
And his breathing beca more and more rapid through his mouth and nose.
The butler standing behind Bernice was shocked silly by the sight of his master in the chair, with eyes closed and flailing about.
The panicked butler, completely out of instinct, subconsciously looked towards Arthur, sitting behind the long table.
In fact, at this mont, Arthur was also a bit bewildered.
He had indeed just controlled "Anna" with "Hand of Void" and made everything seem real with "Noise Technique," but the hallucinations afterwards had nothing to do with him.
It was entirely Bernice scaring himself!
Of this, Arthur was certain.
His "Spirituality" had not detected any abnormalities.
Similarly, his "Death Intuition" had not flickered.
The temperature inside the Spirit dium Parlor had not dropped, nor had there been any noise in his ears; neither the furniture nor the books in the parlor had moved at all.
All these were proving that Bernice was completely scaring himself.
'What heinous deeds has this guy committed?
Just a slight scare and he's like he's plunged into a phantom realm!
If that's the case...'
The young 'Spirit dium' thought to himself and then stood up from his chair.
Then—
Smack!
A loud slap landed on the face of the businessman.
The trendous force not only knocked out several of the businessman's teeth but also toppled him from his chair to the ground, yet the businessman showed no anger.
On the contrary, his eyes filled with gratitude as he looked at Arthur.
Panting! Panting!
"Thank, thank you!"
Bernice, drenched in cold sweat, struggled to thank Arthur, then nervously glanced at the chair he was sitting in and at "Anna," who had turned her head away on the table.
"Mr. Kledos..."
"Everything just now had nothing to do with my chair, and even less with Mrs. 'Anna'—in fact, to so extent, Mrs. 'Anna' saved you.
Also—
Misfortune has not ended."
Arthur spoke indistinctly.
Then, without waiting for the businessman to speak again, he walked to the outside of the Spirit dium Parlor and made a gesture of invitation—the "Hand of Void" at a distance cooperated by opening the door of No. 2 Cork Street.
Imdiately, sunlight stread in.
But facing the warm sunlight, Bernice did not take a step forward.
Instead, he looked at Arthur pleadingly.
The businessman, who had always shown a firm will, was truly frightened.
And this...
Would also be his death!
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