Tree!
The banyan tree with a canopy so vast it could envelop the entire courtyard!
Arthur wasn't a botanist, but Old Charlie was.
According to the bits and pieces from Old Charlie's mory, even with suitable growing conditions, it would be impossible for a banyan tree to get that big!
Even a century-old banyan tree couldn't possibly reach forty or fifty ters in height!
Moreover, it is very rare for banyan trees to live that long.
One hundred years is the limit for most banyan trees, although there are occasional long-lived banyan trees, even so-called millennium banyan trees, but it is absolutely impossible for one to be within 'Yumir Manor'.
Because Yumir Manor wasn't even that old.
From the existence of a fountain pool, it's evident that this banyan tree was definitely transplanted after the estate was built.
It's very likely that it was planted by the third owner of 'Yumir Manor'.
If it was that distant nephew, even just for the sake of basic decency, he would have carefully repaired the fountain left by his aunt and uncle.
All these anomalies were telling Arthur one fact—
There was 'Mystic Side' power within 'Yumir Manor'!
To this, the young 'Spirit dium' showed no surprise or panic; rather, the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile.
"Things are getting interesting!"
With that mutter to himself, Arthur fastened his own belt, concealed it with his coat, while his lapel pin was adorned on his vest.
The Seasoning Jar was easy to handle, he simply placed it into Atos's Box.
After completing these preparations, Arthur strode toward the ground floor.
Though these were already his belongings, in consideration of the feelings of the Mount Gale Town Police Chief and others, Arthur thoughtfully made so disguises.
No helping it, since he was a young, upright, innocent, and kind 'Spirit dium', he had to treat every 'help seeker' gently.
"Consultant!"
At the doorway of the basent, Simon stood there diligently.
Hunter and Newt were both sitting in chairs with their eyes closed.
Upon seeing Arthur co out, both imdiately sprang up with sheepish grins—Arthur didn't pay much attention to these details. He wasn't a nitpicker, and most importantly, these two were not his subordinates, nor would they ever beco his direct subordinates.
The Mount Gale Town Police Chief burst through the door and ca running out of his office.
His corpulent body once again displayed speed that didn't match his build.
"Consultant Sir!"
After a respectful greeting, the Police Chief spoke in hushed tones.
"Is everything resolved?"
"Hmm."
Arthur nodded and the Police Chief imdiately sighed with relief—since changing his trousers, the Police Chief had been on tenterhooks, fearing so mishap.
Now all was well!
A smile appeared on the Police Chief's chubby face.
The surrounding officers and patroln also wore smiles of relief as if they had survived a catastrophe.
Arthur waited until all these smiles had erged before he continued.
"However, the issue with the Curse has not been resolved."
Westbron was taken aback.
"What do you an?"
The Police Chief asked, looking puzzled.
"The reason these Undead have appeared is because of the Curse of 'Yumir Manor.' Although they have gone far away, 'Yumir Manor' is still there!"
Arthur replied softly.
Hearing Arthur's explanation, Westbron's chubby face darkened, and his gaze unconsciously shifted to his two deputies; as their eyes t, a fierce determination appeared in all three.
"Consultant Sir, would Explosives work?"
The Police Chief asked in a low voice.
Facing Arthur, the consultant from South Los Shire District Police Station, who enjoyed first-class officer privileges, appointed by the Countess of South Los, and with paperwork signed by Police Chief Malz, Westbron was initially wary to so extent. However, when Arthur did not refuse to accept the two large gold notes from him, much of that resistance diminished, and the subsequent 'life-saving favor' made the Chief extrely grateful.
Now, facing this professional question, the Police Chief naturally sought earnest advice.
"They work!
With enough Explosives to level 'Yumir Manor,' they would certainly be effective, but... the person who places the Explosives and lights the fuse, would be undoubtedly dood!"
Arthur replied half-truthfully, half-falsely.
After the rise of gunpowder, the "Mystic Side" to a certain extent, had faded.
Especially so of the abilities held by those at the bottom of the Mystic Side, were not much more useful than firearms.
For example, Fla Arrows.
With gunpowder, such secret techniques looked almost like re tricks.
But the "Mystic Side" remained the mainstream of this world.
Because those at the top of the "Mystic Side" still possessed absolute power.
Did "Yumir Manor" have such power?
Arthur didn't know.
But that didn't stop Arthur from deceiving the other party.
Moreover, just that mountain stream road, to transport enough explosives up there, it might indeed exhaust soone to death.
Listening to the first half of Arthur's words, the police chief's face lit up, but the second half made the chief tense up, and subconsciously, when the chief looked at his two deputies, both of them imdiately turned their heads, and when he looked at the patrolling officers, their gazes were also averted.
"Worthless!"
"When was the cut less for you?
Those damned fellows!"
Police Chief Westbron was inwardly cursing, already pondering how to deal with these bastards.
However, this did not affect the chief's respect towards Arthur.
"Your Excellency the Advisor, what should we do?"
"Go and get all the docunts related to 'Yumir Manor'—not only of the manor's builders, the Fritz Yumir couple but also of their nephew, the third owner, and the current owner's docunts.
Especially the records of frequent occurrences of the curse after their nephew's death.
By the way, Westbron, do you know the third and current owners?"
As everyone got moving, Arthur asked the police chief.
"I know Lato. Twenty years ago, when this rchant ca to Mount Gale Town, his generosity left a deep impression on . I rember he fled from North County to South Los to avoid disaster, and was originally headed to Inner Bay, but when he passed through Mount Gale Town, by chance the second owner of 'Yumir Manor' had an incident, and he bought the manor—it's a person known for his benevolence and generosity, who during the Sumr Celebration Day, would spend money to organize floats.
As for Baron?
I had very little contact; aside from the purchase of the manor, I never saw him again after he appeared once."
The police chief shared what he knew.
It wasn't much, but for Arthur, it was enough.
Arthur gestured to the side, and Simon imdiately brought over so paper and pencils.
"Could you give a detailed description of Lato and Baron?"
"Of course!"
Under the chief's description, Arthur sketched portraits of Lato and Baron.
anwhile, Wuni, also under Arthur's control, sketched the portraits in front of Malz.
"A person who ca to South Los twenty years ago from North County to avoid disaster, such a person would be seen as 'easy prey' by those guys at the docks, especially if they were wealthy. It's impossible that no one rembers them. Take their portraits and ask around."
Wuni's voice echoed with Arthur's voice.
Even though the old sheriff knew of his partner's magic, he was still a bit astonished.
But it wouldn't delay matters.
"Leave it to !"
The old sheriff said, picking up his long case and exiting the office, signaling Dico, Looney, and Andy to head with so n towards the Docklands.
The more miraculous Arthur was, the more the old sheriff believed in what Arthur said.
Now, even when sleeping at night, the old sheriff would cuddle his long case stuffed with his old buddies.
Of course, along with his 'chief'.
The little guy always made him happy.
Just like now, as the night in the Docklands carried a certain chill, but the little guy in his arms brought him warmth.
The old sheriff adjusted his coat so that 'chief's' head was completely visible, then wrapped up again tightly, ensuring the little guy was comfortable.
Afterward, the old sheriff stood in the chilly night wind, waiting patiently.
Soon enough, Dico ca back with news.
This newly promoted officer ran back with Lato's portrait, a peculiar expression on his face—
"Chief, you'll never guess who this guy is!"
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