Under everyone's gaze, Arthur would pause in front of each body, muttering softly to himself.
Although inaudible, everyone believed that Arthur was soothing the fright of these lost souls, allowing them to enter the Eternal Resting Land peacefully.
anwhile, in places beyond everyone's view, the Hand of Void, holding Atos's Box, silently cleaned up the battlefield.
When he reached the leader of the scouts, Arthur looked at the face under the mask with slight surprise.
The butler of the Bernice family!
Arthur had t him more than once, and, because of "Mr. Bernice," the mory was still fresh.
What Arthur hadn't expected was that this man would be one of the leaders of the scouts this ti.
It wasn't surprising that "Bernice" would act against Marinda—their origins were not too honorable, and only the Countess in South Los had kept them at peace on the surface.
Once they left South Los, it truly beca a fight to the death.
As for cooperation?
That was the instinct of a successful businessman.
"It seems that 'Mr. Bernice's' fear of Marinda far exceeds expectations!"
Sending his confidant here already spoke volus.
As for the corpses of the current heirs of the Coste Comrce and the Emmond Comrce, Arthur only glanced briefly at them.
He did not recognize these two n.
The unfamiliar faces under the mask, the empty embrace—none rited Arthur's concern.
Moreover, compared to these n, Arthur was more concerned about the one referred to as "Master" by Bernice's butler.
The man was clearly a person from the Mystic Side, and his strength might have neared the Arcana Level.
Besides necessary sleep and concocting potions at night, Arthur spent the afternoons not idly but reading—
Reading the books left in Yumir Manor by Fritz and William!
It was because of these books that Arthur's knowledge on the Mystic Side was quickly supplented.
At least, he now knew what the "Arcana Level" and "Great Arcana Level" were, and he had a rough thod of discernnt.
Undoubtedly, this intangible knowledge was one of Arthur's greatest gains from this trip.
Even, one might say, there weren't others.
Because these nurous and complex books were exactly what Arthur needed most at this mont.
For this, Arthur once again thanked his family mbers, who had kept him tightly in the dark.
"Wait and see!
When we et again, you'll definitely be surprised—
No!
With my reputation spreading, having heard so rumors, you're already filled with doubts now, aren't you?"
Arthur thought to himself, yet his attention quickly refocused, once again concentrating on the "Master."
With Fujin serving as his eyes, the other party certainly couldn't escape his tracking.
However, now was not the ti to act.
Compared to a fleeing scout, the young Spirit dium was more concerned about those still peeping scouts.
And for these scouts, he had prepared a big surprise.
The bodies were carried by the team's personnel into that newly dug pit, during which Edwin saw the bodies of the Bernice family's butler and the current heirs of the Coste Comrce and Emmond Comrce.
The coachman looked surprised, then furrowed his brows.
"These guys really are..."
"In the face of death, all are equal.
They have paid the price of death for their own peace."
The angry voice was interrupted by Arthur's calm voice.
Looking at Arthur, who stood calmly beside him, Edwin imdiately nodded in agreent.
Even if Arthur had not spoken, the coachman would not have done anything excessive.
After all, they had been cut in half during their lifetis.
To do anything further in death would truly be excessive.
The soil was refilled by the crowd.
A large grave mound appeared on the wasteland beside the road.
The people stood in front of the mound, listening to the comforting words that ca from Arthur's mouth—
"Subjects of East End, land of sacrifice, where nine sheep perish, flesh and blood spires, forests of white bones…may you rest in eternal peace!"
In his gentle chant, a faint light erged from the tips of Arthur's fingers.
With a light touch, the light rged with the grave mound as one.
This was the "Pit of Death"!
More precisely, an advanced version of the "Pit of Death," uniquely Arthur's.
"Pit of Death: With a slight 'Aura of Death' produced by yourself, mixed with vitality to attract and gather more 'Aura of Death,' and capable of controlling props for secret techniques using 'Pit of Death' as a base. For you, who possess the 'Breath of Death' Talent, it is far too simple. Thus, you made slight modifications, allowing the 'Pit of Death' not only to absorb 'Aura of Death' but also to store 'Deathly Fire,' 'Death Qi Slash,' 'Control Corpse,' and 'Minor Curse Technique,' achieving a complentary level!"
...
During a break in reading, to relax his mind, Arthur slightly improved the "Pit of Death" to make it better suited for himself.
Such improvents would be incredibly challenging for others, but with Arthur's 'Death' Talent, it was extrely simple.
After only a few attempts, he achieved the level he wanted.
Of course, he still had so ideas that, due to ti constraints, Arthur did not attempt.
But the newly modified "Pit of Death" was sufficient.
It would at least leave a profound impression on those Peeping Toms.
"Next year, this place will surely be teeming with life."
Leaving behind these words, Arthur turned and walked towards the caravan.
The people in the caravan looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what Arthur ant by his words; with so many corpses as fertilizer, the barren grass here would grow more lush not just next year, but for many years to co.
Only Edwin, who was leading the team, seed thoughtful.
'Arthur is reminding of the potential dangers we may encounter on the way back, but within such dangers, there still lies the promise of life!
Just as life is hidden within death!'
At this thought, Edwin, who had always been anxious, breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Organize the caravan, let's depart!"
Edwin called out again.
His hearty voice imdiately made the others in the caravan sense a difference.
Subsequently, the team mbers found that their leader had once again beco the fearless leader they revered in their hearts, which comforted everyone.
And many of them thought that this must be related to Arthur's earlier words.
Yet, they racked their brains and still could not grasp the key point.
Arthur naturally sat in Edwin's vehicle.
No longer the luxurious coach, but a flatbed better suited for hauling goods.
Edwin drove the wagon, and Arthur sat cross-legged at the back.
"Thank you."
Edwin suddenly spoke a sentence that baffled Arthur, but as a proficient 'Spirit dium,' Arthur imdiately revealed a warm smile.
"Everything is 'Destiny.'"
With that, he closed his eyes.
He wouldn't rashly respond without understanding the situation clearly.
Could it be because of his recent lantation?
It was rely a lantation!
What had Edwin thought of?
'Truly a successor to Marinda's coachman, cut from the sa cloth indeed!'
Arthur exclaid in his heart.
Then, the young 'Spirit dium' slightly curled his lips.
Because…
Soone took the bait!
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