Lucius was plagued by chaotic thoughts, and even when he heard Arthur's voice, it took him a full second to react, turning around with a look of bewildernt in his eyes.
"Don't forget your things!"
Arthur pointed at the notebook on the table.
From beginning to end, Arthur had never flipped through the notebook.
Or to be precise, he hadn't even touched it.
A bitter smile unconsciously appeared on Lucius's face.
That smile was even uglier than crying.
The young avenger stood there, unmoving.
"Consider it a gift to you then.
After all, that's what I intended to trade with you.
Now?"
A self-mocking smile erged on the face of the young avenger.
He shrugged his shoulders, and the young avenger turned around woodenly.
"Wait!"
Arthur called out again.
Moreover, this ti Arthur did not wait for the young avenger to turn around, but directly said—
"I believe in fair trade.
Although I know everything that's in this notebook, it still has its value, so...
I'll give you another chance to trade.
Unlike before, not only can you find on the 'Oriental' to trade, but even if I return to South Los, our trade continues."
A gleam began to appear in the eyes of the young avenger.
"Does this an that our trade deadline has been extended?"
He asked tentatively.
"Of course!
Not only has the trade deadline been extended, but also I'm very much looking forward to sothing that would excite ," Arthur said with an encouraging smile.
Seeing Arthur's smile, Lucius instantly thought of Yula!
Mysterious Yula!
Yula, shrouded in mist!
If he could uncover Yula's secrets and trade them with Lord Kledos...
This thought uncontrollably sprang into the young avenger's mind and took root at an unimaginable speed.
"I won't disappoint you!
I will definitely bring sothing truly valuable to trade!"
With these words, the young avenger left the top deck cabin.
Arthur did not rise to see him off but watched him leave.
Because—
He believed that they would et again soon.
After all...
In that first-class cabin, Ms. Yula was already waiting there.
And she seed to be gritting her teeth.
'Lucius just thought of using Yula as a bargaining chip; such betrayal holds a high priority in that secret technique, so did Ms. Yula find out imdiately?'
Arthur wondered to himself.
Then, he casually picked up a slice of waterlon from the fruit plate nearby.
Crunch!
After using the "Cat Claw" to make an incision, the young 'Spirit dium' exerted a little force, and the waterlon split in half, one "Hand of Void" passed him a spoon while the other "Hand of Void" held the other half of the waterlon, and Arthur used the spoon to dig out the core of his half, savoring it in his mouth.
Sweet and grainy!
It was a sensation of the grains dancing on his taste buds.
The taste was even more delicious than Arthur had imagined.
Arthur swore it wasn't the excitent of watching the drama that made the waterlon taste better.
It was just that the waterlon was delicious!
Lucius did not go to the 'Oriental's' restaurant.
He returned to his own cabin.
The young avenger, who had already decided to thoroughly investigate Yula, planned to start with his luggage—he knew that both suitcases had hidden compartnts in them.
Maybe there would be sothing of value.
However, as soon as he entered his cabin, the young avenger was startled.
The cabin was not lit.
But by the pale moonlight, Lucius could still see Yula sitting on the sofa at a glance.
Moonlight illuminated the lady's silhouette from behind, casting her contours in sharp, graceful relief, while her face lay completely shrouded in darkness, indecipherable.
Lucius's heart tightened.
An inexplicable emotion made him instinctively back away.
But after retreating just one step, the young avenger was slapped to the ground by Yula.
Moreover, this ti, the lady didn't hesitate at all, imdiately going for Lucius's neck.
Previously, the lady had felt distressed over the ripening of the 'fruit'.
But now?
The lady was no longer showing any rcy.
After all, what difference was there between betrayal and finding worms in the 'fruit'?
Rotten through!
No longer needed!
Deep down, the lady had already decided how to deal with Lucius.
re death?
No!
That would be letting Lucius off too easy!
She wanted to inform Lucius of the truth first!
Then, the main event would begin!
Joe had just been excited, thinking that perhaps Lucius could help Joe resolve his minor emotions—if covered by her secret techniques, Joe wouldn't notice.
And Lucius?
He must be lucid!
She even intended to use potions to stimulate Lucius's senses!
Next?
Of course, to chop off all five of Lucius's limbs and turn him into a vessel, to make him understand the price of betrayal.
Death?
In the Pain Church, death was always a rcy.
"What just happened?"
While thinking, Yula asked.
"Just now..."
Without any resistance, Lucius narrated everything that just happened in every detail.
"What? Toran betrayed the Inland River Cult?
Impossible!
Unless the God of the Inland River himself appeared, but...
Wait!
The words spoken by that Spirit dium, could they actually be true?!"
Without doubt, Yula and Lucius were on the sa page.
The lady began pacing around the room.
Her instincts refused to believe such words, but the facts before her eyes were undeniable, no matter how incredible they seed.
Nevertheless, when faced with this reality, most people would hesitate and seek further evidence to prove their answer.
However, as a Mystic Side Person, Yula didn't need to do that.
Yula had a much simpler thod.
There, the lady kneeled on one knee and drew a small knife from her boot.
This knife, with a blade roughly the length of an adult's little finger and a handle that could be held only with two fingers, had a very special design and was not ant for combat.
It was the unique tool of the Pain Church: the Divination Knife.
"Oh rciful Lady of Suffering,
You are the mother of us all!
You bear our suffering!
And your blessings shall guide our way forward!"
Softly praying, Yula lifted her clothing and plunged the Divination Knife into her lower abdon.
The pain of the blade piercing her flesh caused the lady to grunt.
Then, she began to gently pull the blade sideways with a little force.
Suddenly, the pain erupted tenfold.
And when the agony reached its zenith, the lady quickly posed the question in her heart—
"Does Arthur Kredos know the contents of the notebook?"
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