Arthur thought of the "Death Poetry Society".
According to Potterman's description, the "Death Poetry Society" had a considerable degree of cooperation with the Old Lion of Inner Bay!
You have to know, he is "Death's Child"!
With the help of the "Death Poetry Society", it shouldn't be difficult to approach the Old Lion's gold mine.
But aside from Potterman, the "Left Cantor", the "Death Poetry Society" also had a "Right Pastor"!
Compared to Potterman, this "Right Pastor" Aeherlad, was of more concern to Arthur.
Although he had never t the person, and Potterman didn't provide more information about them, Arthur could guess that the current "Death Poetry Society" was always under their control.
If he wanted to truly utilize the "Death Poetry Society"'s power, he must obtain their approval.
Or perhaps...
They died.
Arthur stroked his chin, then shook his head.
He knew too little about the "Death Poetry Society".
Without absolute certainty, it was better to maintain the status quo.
As for the Old Lion's gold mine?
"I wonder if the Countess is interested?"
Arthur pondered.
Then, his thoughts began to scatter.
Could he use the Old Lion's gold mine as a "flashpoint" to completely ignite the contradictions among the nobles of Inner Bay and South County, and then...
Have the Old Lion attacked by all!
To achieve this, he must make the Old Lion appear weak enough!
And then there was the matter of interest!
The latter was easy to talk about; the gold mine was the best interest.
And the forr?
It seed that as long it looked the part, it would do.
Just make it so that the "arrow was on the string", and then it "had to be released"!
Of course, this was just one aspect.
You could say that was Plan A!
As a "Spirit dium", Arthur also had a Plan B.
And that was—
"Unite" with the Old Lion to swallow up the nobles of South County!
Jumping left and right?
No, no, no!
This was just the spontaneity of a "Spirit dium".
What bad intentions could he, a young, upright, simple, and kind "Spirit dium" have?
He wasn't a conspirator, how could he do such a terrible thing as inciting a war?
He just wanted to have a safe walk around Inner Bay and then be able to return to South Los, and if possible, have a taste of the gold mine along the way.
"Right, Pan?"
Arthur bent down and picked up Pendragon, who was passing by his legs, and asked softly.
"ow!"
The cat looked disgruntled.
After experiencing the "Orange Cat" Ritual, Pendragon didn't just significantly increase in "Physique" and "Spirituality", but its intelligence also underwent a qualitative change.
Although it didn't know what Arthur was asking it.
But the cat's instinct told it, it definitely wasn't anything good.
"What?
You also agree that it's right to reallocate people's wealth based on their intelligence and extract the portion of money that doesn't match their intelligence?
Pan, Daddy tells you, that's fraud!
We 'Spirit diums' never deceive people!"
Arthur looked seriously at his little kitty.
Pan: …
Pendragon gave Arthur a bewildered cat face, seemingly unable to believe that Arthur could say such shaless words without blushing.
"ow, ow!"
Imdiately, Pendragon began to retort.
Emotionally agitated, Pendragon's ows ran together, and it almost seed like it was about to speak from anger.
"Alright, alright.
I understand, I know.
No problem, I get you, but you can't beco a fraudster, okay? As a 'Spirit dium's little kitty, you must rember—we 'Spirit diums' never deceive."
Arthur pretended to understand Pendragon.
Pendragon tilted its head and completely gave up on dealing with Arthur.
Then, it conveniently saw Kuliqi with a wide grin.
You! Why are you laughing?
Are you mocking ?
"ow!"
With a heightened tone, Pendragon leapt from Arthur's arms and charged straight at Kuliqi.
Kuliqi's dog face was puzzled as it was hit by Pendragon's paw pad.
What did it do?
It didn't do anything!
It was just squatting there, sticking out its tongue.
Arthur, on the other hand, watched the cat and dog chase each other around the room.
He felt that No. 2 Cork Street was better lively.
At least, it gave him a feeling of ho.
When Pendragon lay on its back, panting heavily, and Kuliqi squatted quietly beside it, hesitating whether to lick Pendragon's fur as a gesture of friendship, Arthur picked up Pendragon and stuffed a wad of "Aura of Death" into Kuliqi's mouth, ending the cat and dog battle.
Lying back in bed, Arthur closed his eyes.
Kuliqi, content after swallowing the "Aura of Death," wagged its tail and stood guard in the corridor.
Arthur's breathing, anwhile, beca slow and deep.
The young 'Spirit dium' had a feeling that another long day awaited him tomorrow.
He needed more sleep.
In fact, Arthur's premonition was soon confird—
Dawn, five o'clock.
Marinda appeared at No. 2 Cork Street.
"We need to reach Baron Kemir's manor before seven o'clock, and the estate is 25 kiloters from South Los, so we need to set off imdiately."
Marinda, with a pipe in her mouth, directly flung back Arthur's covers.
This lady knew Arthur didn't have the habit of sleeping naked.
"Do you know what ti it is now?
Five o'clock!
I just fell asleep at four-thirty!"
Arthur emphasized.
"You can catch up on sleep on the way."
Marinda took a puff of her pipe, exhaling the smoke forcefully.
Even Arthur, groggy with sleep, sensed that sothing was amiss this ti.
"Indeed, you're also a woman.
It's only during these few days each month that I feel you're a woman."
Arthur let out such a sigh.
Whoosh!
A cloud of smoke, denser than before, enveloped Arthur.
Marinda didn't utter another word, but her gaze turned even more severe.
This caused Arthur to instinctively look down.
He feared he might have involuntarily taken off his pants while asleep.
But his pajama bottoms were still firmly on.
"What on earth happened?
Please don't tell you've really got your period?"
As Arthur said this, he flared his nostrils, trying to detect any out-of-the-ordinary odor on Marinda.
Suddenly, a blush appeared on Marinda's cheeks.
But in the next mont, the lady put on a stern face again.
Then, after taking two more puffs of her pipe, she asked seriously—
"Arthur, do you like ?"
"Huh?"
Arthur was baffled.
He didn't know what he had done to give Marinda such a misunderstanding.
He just wanted an additional weakness, not actually to have a weakness.
He wanted to explain, but Marinda cut straight to the point.
"So, you look down on ?"
"Ah?"
Arthur was even more bewildered.
What happened?
What on earth happened?
Marinda's speech continued nonetheless.
"If it's neither liking nor hating ...
then do you want to marry you?
But I declare in advance, no matter what, I will not marry you!"
Amidst a string of perplexing words, Arthur finally ca to his senses, looking at Marinda with her stern face, the young 'Spirit dium' smiled slightly at the corners of his mouth.
"You really won't marry?"
"I won't."
"Really won't marry?"
"I won't."
"Could you possibly change your mind?"
"I said I won't marry, not even at the risk of death."
"Thank you so much, I'm deeply grateful."
A smile appeared on Arthur's face.
"Why are you thanking ?"
Marinda asked with a taut face, frowning.
"Not only do I have to thank you, but I also have to thank heavens and earth."
Arthur shrugged, placing both hands behind his head.
Marinda's deep blue eyes sank a bit.
"Are you sick?"
"Ah, right, right, right, I'm sick, terminally ill with paranoia."
Arthur nodded in agreent.
"Suspicious of what?"
"I always feared that you might fall for , wanting to marry , so I've been terrified—plagued with nightmares recently, and now? This is just perfect!"
Arthur cheered joyously.
Marinda's fist clenched instantly.
"What are you joking about!"
With that, the lady dumped a pile of stuff in front of Arthur.
Arthur narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at these items with surprise, and said—
"Is this a wedding invitation?"
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