The dim corridor, the crimson mural, the fierce deer head—all entered their field of vision.
At the end, behind the armor, a tangerine light filled the area with brightness.
The light shone upon the armor, and the unique sheen of the tal began to spill forth, as though narrating its own past splendor and glory—though it was only handmade by Old Charlie.
However, in the eyes of Longbain, Garcia, Didian, and Sapir, it was already sothing different.
With the backdrop of that terrifying corridor.
The armor looked like it belonged to the hero who had once defeated the Demon King.
Especially that light, which made one involuntarily long for it.
Longbain and Didian walked at the front.
Garcia and Sapir walked behind.
Garcia carefully surveyed his surroundings, this newcor from the 'Cloak Society' always worried that so monster might jump out from that crimson painting.
Sapir, on the other hand, scratched his head, occasionally looking back.
For so reason, ever since he saw that tree, he had been trembling with fear, as if the slightest movent might get him killed by that tree.
'Is that tree alive?
How is that possible?
How can a tree be alive?'
Sapir wanted to ask his sister, but seeing her fully on guard, he wisely chose not to disturb her—Sapir wasn't fond of thinking much, but that didn't an he was brainless. This second child of the 'Lotus Leaf Hotel,' could still distinguish the situation clearly.
Didian, however, was completely unaware of her brother's expression.
The eldest daughter of the 'Lotus Leaf Hotel' was checking the traps in the corridor.
At least, she had already confird two.
Inside the deer head, there should be a flathrower.
In that painting, there should be a spear.
Beyond these, there should be a pitfall concealed beneath the floor.
And these were just the conventional ones, not involving the 'Mystic Side'.
Subconsciously, Didian looked towards Longbain at her side.
Didian was well aware that she didn't know much about the 'Mystic Side,' but Longbain beside her was different; as a 'Mystic Side Person,' he naturally knew much more.
And when she saw the tension and fear in Longbain's face, Didian involuntarily gasped inwardly.
'Hiss, is it that dangerous?'
Didian thought to herself, then narrowed her eyes.
'Indeed, I have overestimated myself!
If even a true 'Mystic Side Person' is so frightened, what am I really worth?
The 'gift' I prepared is simply not enough!'
Didian reflected to herself, unable to help but lant—
Is this the 'Spirit dium' of South Los?
Similarly, such a thought also occurred in Longbain's mind.
As the leader of South Los's 'Cloak Society' and although a 'Mystic Side Person,' Longbain had already accustod himself to stop in the face of the bizarre and dangerous of the 'Mystic Side.'
At this mont, the thought of visiting the renowned figure 'Spirit dium' Arthur Kredos of South Los unsettled him.
Especially having just seen a Death Hound, it added imnse pressure on this leader of the 'Cloak Society' of South Los.
Thus, now, this leader of the 'Cloak Society' of South Los, viewing everything inside No. 2 Cork Street, felt everything was imbued with hidden anings, complex and intricate.
In simple terms…
He was frightened.
And this was precisely the effect Arthur sought.
Taking advantage of the devices in the room and watching the expressions of the group of four, Arthur expressed his satisfaction.
He took a liking to Didian and Sapir.
And to the 'Cloak Society' as well.
To conquer both was simple and yet difficult.
The forr's weakness was obvious: family.
The latter?
The weakness was even more obvious.
After spending so ti observing them with Fujin and Wuni, Arthur had already confird that Longbain was the kind of fellow who 'did not seek progress.'
Moreover, he was very fond of sculpture, painting, writing, etc., every day either at the art salon or on his way there.
For soone like this, Arthur was clear that as long as he did not honestly disrupt his lifestyle, Longbain would 'faithfully serve him.'
However, exploiting weaknesses like this, was really quite the move of a major villain.
He, Arthur, the 'Spirit dium' of South Los!
A companion of justice.
The baseline of South Los.
He was the epito of Cork Street's morality.
He absolutely could not do such a thing.
Thus, he chose what he was best at: acting!
Listening to the approaching footsteps, Arthur put down the book in his hand—not for show, but genuinely reading the book moved from Geppetto's temporary laboratory under the beach.
Knowledge is power!
And at no ti is that an empty phrase.
Didian, Sapir, Longbain, and Garcia, however, were astonished as they watched Arthur put down the book.
Because—
Ms. Anna was also reading a book at the side.
Watching the bizarre puppet flipping through the book, the four of them felt a chill up their spines.
Garcia even speculated that the book in Ms. Anna's hands was a Book of Curses.
In fact?
The book rely recorded so techniques on how to perform rituals similar to the Minor Curse Technique, certainly not the terrifying Book of Curses imagined by the common folk.
"Good evening, gentlen,"
Arthur first greeted the four astonished n.
Then, he looked to the side.
"Ms. Anna, please bring us four cups of clear tea."
"Hmm."
Ms. Anna nodded gently.
She then flew directly to the kitchen.
The four n, blocking the doorway, imdiately dodged to the left and right, clearing a path.
"Rest assured, Ms. Anna ans no harm.
She is an indispensable mber of our household.
Without her, our ho would fall apart,"
Arthur joked and gestured for the four n to sit down.
The Spirit dium Parlor was indeed Old Charlie's place for receiving guests; besides high-backed chairs, there were long benches, and sitting down Didian and his party of four was not a problem at all.
Once the four n were seated, Arthur looked at them curiously.
Then, a perfectly appropriate puzzlent erged.
"Gentlen, have you encountered so trouble?
Rest assured, in South Los, as long as you enter No. 2 Cork Street, you are in a place of absolute safety."
Arthur soothed the four n, and then, he took the tea tray from Ms. Anna's hands.
He placed the tea cups in front of the four n, one by one.
"Thank you."
The four imdiately expressed their thanks.
Didian and Longbain couldn't help but size up Arthur.
Young, mild, and could be considered handso.
And...
Absolute confidence!
Just now, the statent 'In South Los, as long as you enter No. 2 Cork Street, you are in a place of absolute safety,' was not sothing the two n thought Arthur was rely saying in passing.
In their eyes, Arthur could truly guarantee it.
Inexplicably, a sense of security rose from within.
Especially Didian, whose eyes were twinkling.
This lady, thinking of her past experiences and the power that Arthur was displaying now, imdiately made up her mind.
Thus, just as Longbain was still organizing his language, Didian spoke out directly—
"Lord Kledos, Sapir and I are willing to pledge our loyalty to you."
Longbain was startled.
He hadn't expected Didian to be so direct.
But...
Why was Lord Kledos's expression so strange?
Not just Longbain, Garcia, Didian, and Sapir all noticed the astonishnt on the face of the Mystic Side Person of South Los.
While the four n stared, the expression on Arthur's face softened again, and his voice beca very gentle—
"My 'Black Cat Faction' is presently full."
After saying this, a slight sense of guilt and embarrassnt appeared on Arthur's face.
It was the guilt and embarrassnt stemming from a 'lie.'
Instantly, Didian, Sapir, Longbain, and Garcia were all taken aback.
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