Marinda waited for Arthur's reaction.
This display, of course, was not everything.
But it didn't stop her from hoping to receive praise.
Arthur knew what to do the mont he saw Marinda's smile.
He responded with a smile, and then, praised—
"Amazing!"
This was a sincere complint, not perfunctory.
In fact, when Marinda invited him to ride in the carriage, Arthur had guessed he might witness the magnificent scene before him—only seeing it with his own eyes was even more shocking than imagined.
Arthur's eyes looked through the mist at the undead clad in Holy Era style armor and the twelve-ter-tall undead giant capable of suppressing an 'entrant' with re power, and couldn't help but exclaim—
"You must have spent a lot of effort collecting them."
"Not really.
They are more of an inheritance.
My mother and father left plenty of wealth—their own, and from their family and forces behind them, especially my mother's family.
You would never guess that an unassuming ring on the finger of a dying person is the coveted dium for ordinary witches.
And them?
Just treated as decoration."
Speaking of her mother's family, Marinda showed considerable disdain.
Understanding this, Arthur imdiately reached out to hold Marinda's hand.
"You know, you are not alone now.
I'm not asking you to be cautious.
Rather, when you want to do sothing, I can help.
After all…
Now, I have so power to protect myself as well."
Arthur said with a smile.
Marinda was initially very moved.
This was exactly the kind of support she wanted from Arthur.
But upon hearing Arthur's so-called 'power to protect himself', this lady couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Only when about to 'ascend step', does it count as having the power to protect oneself?
What about others?
Are they ants?
Also, is ti too tight, otherwise, are you planning to beco a god before going out?
Marinda didn't voice her thoughts but just secretly grumbled.
But Arthur saw Marinda's expression and could guess.
"Of course.
If possible, I certainly would do that.
You must know—
This world is indeed very dangerous!"
As he spoke, Arthur pointed to the mist-covered district below, his voice involuntarily beca ethereal—
"Because you never know how many people have you in mind."
Who is it?
Who is laying a trap for ?
All the 'chanism Masters' had their eyes shine to the extre, at this mont, their specially modified brains began to calculate together.
But, there was no result.
Even with a hundred modified brains, it couldn't calculate who it was.
But he knew clearly that this couldn't go on.
He needed to gain an advantage.
His clone was entangled by a massive number of undead.
Should he use his main body?
As soon as this thought arose, the 'chanism Master' swiftly cast it out of his mind.
Now, he's just enduring a defeat.
If he uses his main body, it would be a matter of life and death.
Even if this defeat would regress his strength back to Arcana Level, it is better than dying.
Moreover, it's not impossible to restore his strength.
It just takes longer.
And ti is nothing to him, after all.
His body has been modified, ti is the least valuable.
Thinking this, the 'chanism Master' completely relaxed.
Yet, for the treasure about to be lost, this 'chanism Master' was still full of regret, so, as he watched Mr. Smith, with the help of the undead's entanglent, smash his clones one after another, he gritted his teeth in hate.
Mr. Smith, at this mont, was feeling intensely satisfied.
Just a mont ago, he was fighting for his life.
Now, he began mowing down enemies.
Is there anything more joyful than this?
Of course, it's any ti spent with Rachel.
'Support ca so quickly?
This doesn't quite align with 'Death's style.
He isn't usually so charitable.
Do I have a more important role?'
Mr. Smith speculated internally, gaining more confidence to leave Inner Bay with his wife.
What Mr. Smith feared was being disposable.
But now?
Mr. Smith finally let go of his hanging heart.
He started swinging his fists even more ruthlessly.
Every punch destroyed a 'chanism Master' entangled by the undead—compared to before, Mr. Smith now seed to be rely target shooting.
It was like targeting fixed marks that barely moved and offered minimal resistance.
This involuntarily reminded Mr. Smith of the gas he played with groundhogs in the forest hundreds of years ago.
It's a pity there's no hamr.
Mr. Smith regretted this.
While the 'chanism Master' grew increasingly full of hate.
If only this 'chanism Master' had eyes right now, the intense gaze would surely kill Mr. Smith.
'You just wait!
I will return!
I will slice you into a hundred pieces!'
The 'chanism Master' scread crazily within.
Then—
"Found it."
A calm voice suddenly whispered in his ear.
The 'chanism Master' was stunned.
In his perception, he had completely failed to notice anyone approaching.
Had the other person not spoken, he would not have discovered them even now.
What surprised this 'chanism Master' more was that there were not one, but two such people.
A voice full of mockery followed.
"How can a person turn into a piece of wood?"
Chop!
As the words fell, an axe hacked onto the door fra of this piece of a house.
The sensation of pain ca, and the 'chanism Master' could no longer maintain his current transformation, quickly reverting to a figure resembling a stick insect.
At the sa ti, now possessing vision, he saw the arrivals.
An ordinary-looking middle-aged man, and an even more ordinary-looking middle-aged chubby.
"You?!"
The 'chanism Master' was bewildered.
But Acker and Eivor wouldn't give him such a chance.
Like phantoms, they passed through his body, appearing behind him.
In the next mont—
The already hollow 'chanism Master' shriveled even more.
A thread of 'Spider Silk' darted into the shadows, the surrounding shadows churned away like a giant mouth, directly swallowing the 'chanism Master'.
After completing this, Acker and Eivor bowed in salute toward the carriage in the night sky before retreating into the darkness.
They still had tasks.
In the carriage, Arthur nodded with a smile at Marinda and then pushed open the door, leaping down.
He stepped onto the land of Lion Palace.
He used the mist to conceal his movents.
He slightly raised his hand.
Squeak, squeak!
The mice under Lion Palace squeaked out, following the commands of their natural enemy, surging in all directions searching.
Seventeen seconds later, Arthur's lips curled up.
"Found it!"
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