The old sheriff looked at his subordinate surprisedly, knowing that Dico, with his steady and reliable deanor, must have found an unexpectedly bizarre answer.
Suddenly, a look of curiosity appeared on the old sheriff's face.
"Who?"
"William!"
"Who?!"
Even with so ntal preparation, the old sheriff's eyes widened involuntarily upon hearing the na, and he could not help but ask again without thinking.
And his voice even rose a notch.
It was not that the old sheriff was not calm enough, but rather that the na was too special, too familiar.
Just a few days ago, after learning of this na from Haite, the owner of Haite Furniture Store, he had been preoccupied with it.
Unfortunately, twenty years had passed.
With scarcely any information found.
"William!"
"The sa William who robbed the 'White Wine Cup Number' twenty years ago, and along with Haite, Fornac, and Nack, massacred the Sank family?"
"I just asked the head of this area—before, when we asked him, he couldn't confirm, but now with this portrait, he directly affird, this man is William!"
As Dico spoke, an expression of 'how could this be such a coincidence' crossed his face.
"This is 'Destiny'!"
A faint voice arose from the dark.
"Advisor!"
Hearing this familiar voice, Dico imdiately bowed respectfully, but then he realized sothing was amiss, as the advisor had gone to the Yumir Manor in the Mount Gale Region.
But the voice was unmistakably the advisor's.
Instinctively, the newly promoted officer looked up.
And then, he saw a...
Crow?!
Staring at the crow perched on top of the carriage, the newly promoted officer was stunned.
Then, he saw the crow speaking with the voice of his advisor, interacting with the sheriff until the crow lded into the night. Only then did the newly promoted officer realize—
"Sheriff, just now..."
"Stay calm! Stay calm!
That was Arthur just now," said the old sheriff, soothing the excited Dico. Then he spoke in a lower voice.
"Haven't you realized, after all this, that the world we live in is far more complex and secretive than what we see and imagine?
On our own, forget about peeping into the truth of it all.
We might not even survive until tomorrow.
So, Dico, are you willing to move forward with ?"
The old sheriff asked Dico.
Bob would be arriving in South Los soon, but to rely on him alone to hold up the 'Daredevil Team' was unrealistic.
So, the old sheriff prepared to find a helper for his old friend.
And among those around him, no one was more suitable than Dico.
"Of course!"
Dico answered without hesitation.
The newly promoted officer clearly understood that everything he had now was because of the old sheriff's promotion.
Raised by his mother to be a grateful person, the newly promoted officer naturally took it all to heart.
And then there was what the old sheriff had said...
The recent events were just too bizarre,
With the string of deaths and those powers beyond the ordinary.
All of it seed to portend, as if so grievous trouble was approaching, and to ensure the safety of his own family in such trouble, he would need enough power.
And as it happened, there was such a person at his side.
Advisor Arthur Kredos!
Clearly, the sheriff who had a similar premonition had already chosen the advisor.
What about him?
What hesitation could there be?
Watching Dico agree without hesitation, the old sheriff patted his subordinate's shoulder vigorously before his gaze turned towards the direction of the docks.
There, the warehouse belonging to 'Mr. Wu's Exchange' had already been put up for sale.
All,
was falling into place.
...
In the office of the Mount Gale Town police station, Arthur, holding Pendragon, showed a trace of surprise in his eyes.
The young 'Spirit dium' spoke to others about the so-called 'Destiny', but in his heart, he didn't believe it at all.
Even more, he had started to suspect that the appearance of William might be a trap aid at him.
Even though current clues yielded no leads, the young 'Spirit dium' remained on high alert—
'After reaping enough benefits from the annihilation of the Sank family, William didn't dare to stay in South Los and, altering his appearance, rushed straight to Inner Bay.
However, upon reaching Mount Gale Town, he discovered an even more suitable place: 'Yumir Manor'.
Unfortunately, the manor already had an owner.
Yet, this was not a problem for William; he created an accident for that owner and fabricated the tale of a Curse, driving away anyone who might purchase the manor.
Then, as he wished, he acquired 'Yumir Manor' and devoted himself to studying the object he had taken from the Sank family.
Because of his research into this object, more deaths happened in the Mount Gale Region, all of which he attributed to the Curse.
In the end, this created the current situation.
Three years ago, his research bore new breakthroughs, and he chose a caravan to conduct an experint.
The experint was successful.
But such success also brought backlash.
His body underwent unspeakable deformities.
Thus, two years ago he 'died' and found a new owner for the manor, 'Baron'.'
Sitting in his chair, Arthur flipped through the information about 'Lato' sent by Police Chief Westbron and began speculating about William's experiences after leaving South Los.
After confirming his identity, and combined with previous deeds and a relatively accurate tiline, such speculation was not challenging.
But one thing was especially intriguing to Arthur.
Those two invitation letters!
Clearly, both were the handiwork of that William.
They were intended to lure Old Charlie to 'Yumir Manor'!
'Old Charlie, what did you do to this guy back then? Twenty years have passed, and he still can't let go of you? You didn't swindle the thing he took from the Sank family from him, did you?
No, that's not it!
Given how much he cared about that item, it couldn't have been swindled away that easily, unless it was...
A book?
He perused the book's content under the guise of lifting the 'Curse', then morized its content.'
With this thought, Arthur couldn't help but rub his temples.
He knew he was getting closer to the truth.
morizing a book or notes in a short ti might be impossible for others, but Old Charlie could definitely do it—In Arthur's mory, Old Charlie's morization skills were quite exceptional, even if the book or notes were written in secret language, Old Charlie could effortlessly morize them after reading twice.
For example: Glyphic Language!
Naturally, such ability wasn't purely congenital; it was also due to acquired training.
'As a 'Spirit dium', mory is key. Do you think I can rattle off the ladies' favorite food, perfus, clothing, birthdays, the dates we t, and the latest fashion trends they're interested in? None of that is important; it's just incidental.'
Rembering the earnest way Old Charlie had said those words, Arthur smirked.
Just as expected of an old gentle(man) (rogue)'s training thod.
'Grandpa, I really thank you!'
Arthur couldn't help but comnt, his expression turning serious.
Three years ago, William had an accident because of his experints.
Three years later, he invited not only Old Charlie but also three other 'Spirit diums', certainly not for a trivial pursuit, possibly to use the 'Spirit diums' power to resolve his body's deformities, or perhaps to test a new power!
Of course, it was most likely a combination of both.
And considering the death of those three 'Spirit diums', William likely succeeded.
This was naturally not good news for him.
However...
Isn't turning the tides precisely what 'Spirit diums' are best at?
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