Marinda's voice echoed within the study—a lady's study that was quite spacious. Aside from a long desk that asured three ters in length and two ters in width and the matching sofa and coffee table, even though there were enough bookshelves lined up along the walls, when one spoke loudly, their voice would still reverberate in the room, especially when sitting in Marinda's current position.
It was clear that this was a special architectural or decorative technique.
Specifically designed to highlight the master's authority.
Arthur, with the help of Wuni's eyes, scanned the curvature of the study's ceiling edges and two specially made hangings, then his gaze fixed on Edwin.
The young 'Spirit dium' was also very curious as to what news made the coachman show such an expression.
Curiosity is human nature!
Who doesn't long for a taste of the lon field!
Under Marinda's gaze, Edwin took several deep breaths and then mustered the courage to say—
"Soone just spread the word that...
you are a 'plaything' put forward by Mr. Arthur Kredos to attract South Los's attention!"
After saying this, the coachman Edwin closed his eyes, already prepared to et his master's reprimand.
However, after a dozen seconds, nothing happened. The coachman opened his eyes and was astonished to find that not only was his master not the slightest bit angry, but she was actually smiling.
Could this be too shocking?
Edwin thought to himself.
However, after Marinda waved her hand, the coachman imdiately left the study.
And when the study door closed, Marinda could no longer contain herself.
"Haha!"
This laugh was quite hearty, but to Arthur, it sounded extrely grating.
South Los has bad people!
He did nothing, but now he's taking the bla!
While the news seed to put Marinda in the disdainful position of a 'plaything', the fact that a 'plaything' could achieve the title of Lady of the Long Night suggested the person behind the 'plaything' must be incredibly resourceful. Plus, with the strength of an 'Entrant', it's likely that even the Mother Tigress of South Los wouldn't be sleeping well!
They are probably plotting how to deal with him already!
Such a huge injustice!
To suffer such a grave injustice, he, a young, innocent, honest, and kind 'Spirit dium'!
"Alas, maybe I should just go back to South Los!
I'm tired, let it be destroyed!
I want to see a teorite strike South Los!"
Speaking through Wuni, Arthur slowly said.
In the face of such a display from Arthur, Marinda simply rolled her eyes.
Of course, the lady knew that Arthur was joking, but the words...
were half true, half false!
If pushed to that extent, the fellow before her could definitely make it happen.
A madman?
No!
Just pure madness hidden beneath calmness.
He's not a madman.
Neither is she.
"Worry not, I'm like you, but I'm more practical. I've more than once wanted to burn down South Los completely—for that, I even surveyed several blocks personally."
Marinda said this while drawing on her pipe.
"What changed your mind?"
Arthur asked curiously.
"The Countess offered too much!"
Marinda replied, shrugging her shoulders indelicately.
The faint smile at the corner of her mouth stirred sothing in Arthur.
Unlike his joke, he believed what this woman had just said was true; she definitely wanted to set South Los ablaze at so point.
However, there must have been so mishaps that forced her to halt her plans.
But that's not important!
What's important is, how exactly did that Countess bribe this woman?
Her asking price must have been incredibly high!
It couldn't possibly be for selling her favors, right?
Arthur thought to himself and imdiately said.
"Was it also a reward promised by the Lord Count for conferring upon you the title of Baron Kemir?
Yet, there is still so ti before the confernt, and now such rumors have arisen, clearly soone is unwilling to give up."
Arthur knew that asking directly would yield no answer from this woman; he had to beat around the bush.
However, the lady didn't bite and simply said indifferently.
"They want to target us—they or perhaps want to kill two birds with one stone... if we don't give them a chance, it really would be impolite of us."
Confronted with Marinda's change of topic, Arthur secretly grimaced.
But the young 'Spirit dium' did not press further.
The cooperation between both parties has been so pleasant; there is no need to sour it with these trivial matters.
As for the 'opportunity' Marinda spoke of?
After so thought, Arthur guessed a bit of it.
It's nothing more than showing weakness to the enemy, letting him take center stage, while Marinda reaps the benefits from behind the scenes.
With a 'contract' guaranteeing their cooperation, this approach was quite safe. In fact, it could catch them off guard—You claim one of us is a 'plaything,' the other a 'behind-the-scenes orchestrator'? Well, we'll beco exactly what you've described, and hit you when you least expect it.
The idea was feasible.
But he wasn't particularly good at dealing with those people onstage.
And for him, the benefits weren't crucial; they were simply so Gold Coins, compensations in property.
These, he temporarily did not lack.
What he lacked was 'identity'!
An 'identity' that allowed for the legitimate purchase and exchange of the Mystic Tools controlled by the Nobles!
Accordingly, the young 'Spirit dium' with the Crow's mouth uttered an 'unlucky on'—
"Such an opportunity must be given!
The upcoming 'Swordsmanship Competition' is quite suitable—Didn't you say that the Lord Count places great importance on this competition?
Then why don't you advise the Countess to raise the status of the 'Swordsmanship Competition' and the rewards for the 'Champion'? If the 'Champion's' prize becos a 'Knight' title, I think it will surely ignite everyone's enthusiasm.
And those watching you would certainly be distracted by the added 'option.'
They will definitely send their elite to participate in this competition.
And I will participate as well.
Then, I will help you cut down those elites one by one, and all you need to do is set up so harmless bets on the outskirts of the competition to lure them in."
Listening to Arthur's words, Marinda's azure eyes narrowed.
"Hmm, this is the first ti I've heard soone describe seeking noble status in such a lofty manner."
"It's a win-win!"
Arthur stressed.
Marinda countered with even greater emphasis.
"I'm taking a bigger risk!"
As these words left her mouth, Arthur knew the deal was sealed.
Marinda's emphasis was nothing but a bargaining tactic to gain more advantages.
This sort of thing...
Requires not yielding an inch!
"Of course, I'm the one taking the greater risk! Don't forget, the 'Swordsmanship Competition' Champion must head to Inner Bay. If the Old Lion loses his sanity, it will be a matter of life and death for . I am risking my life to sche with you! Therefore, a 'Knight' title and a thirty to seventy split is what I deserve."
Arthur nad his price.
"The 'Knight' title for you, the remaining profits for !"
Marinda began to haggle.
Their bargaining was a mix of pestering and shalessness.
However, both had a limit.
Because—
Arthur was still troubled by the Aura of Death.
Moreover, Simon's presence was getting weaker.
Ultimately, for the sake of his companions' lives, Arthur obtained the 'Knight' title, thirty percent of the profits (convertible into shares, with the priority to select Mystic Tools and techniques), and what Marinda had originally lent to shield him from the Aura of Death, was now given as a gift.
The pair would supplent the written 'contract' after they t.
"Alas, I an ordinary 'Spirit dium,' can't compete with such a dark-hearted 'businessman' like yourself!"
Arthur let out a sigh.
"My heart is black, that's true.
But it's still better than certain 'Spirit diums' with no heart at all," Marinda retorted.
Just as they were preparing to set off, the coachman Edwin knocked and entered once more.
This ti, although the coachman's face was free of the awkwardness from earlier, his eyes were still filled with deep shock.
Seeing her coachman's expression, even soone like Marinda began to frown privately.
'What's going on?
Why are all these issues erupting at this mont?
I have a feeling that ever since I got involved with this bastard Arthur, troubles keep coming non-stop! Could it be that after being exposed to the Aura of Death too much, he has been 'Favored by Calamity'?
Stealthily glancing at the young 'Spirit dium' borrowing the body of a Crow, staring at that distinct colorful black, the lady couldn't help but feel as if an 'unlucky on' was brewing. She discreetly moved a step aside, putting a slight distance between herself and Arthur.
Then, without giving Arthur a chance to react, she imdiately asked her coachman—
"Out with it, what's happened?"
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