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Horton’s smile became even more servile.

"The investment from the ’Death Poetry Society’ in me was only in the early stage, the acquisition of the [Exquisite Human Puppet] and [General Puppet] was completely unexpected."

Of course, Horton understood what Arthur was asking.

Because that’s what he had done before.

Using the [Exquisite Human Puppet] as bait to attract some fellows, then reaping them with the [General Puppet].

Or directly using the [General Puppet] as the trump card.

"Unexpected?"

Arthur showed interest.

"Do you know the ’Puppeteer’ Darmato?"

Horton asked.

Immediately, an image of that ’Bare Butt Teleport’ flashed through Arthur’s mind.

For this half-colleague, Arthur’s memory was still fresh.

If it hadn’t been for that master and his disciple, his early plans wouldn’t have gone so smoothly.

"I know him, a very interesting person."

Arthur gave an evaluation that surprised Horton.

’Puppeteer’ Darmato was really all about swindling and stealing, and his reputation in Seberlin was rotten to the core, which is why he had to come to South Los.

Moreover, he had crossed paths with the ’Spirit Medium’ before.

’Is it because he was bluffed by the other party that he finds him interesting?

Or is he being sarcastic?’ Horton thought to himself, while keeping the conversation going.

"The [Exquisite Human Puppet] and [General Puppet] were found from a ’Treasure Map’ sold by the ’King of Puppets’ Robin—he charged me 11 Gold Coins at that time."

Arthur was taken aback.

The young ’Spirit Medium’ truly hadn’t expected this kind of accident.

Clearly, the so-called ’Puppeteer’ who peddled the Treasure Map of the ’King of Puppets’ Robin hadn’t expected the map he held to be genuine.

And there must have been many copies of these treasure maps.

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Just like those fortune crystals from No. 2 Cork Street.

But who knew that among a pile of fakes, a real one would actually be mixed in.

The luck of ’Puppeteer’ Darmato was truly terrible.

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At least, before he met him, his luck was quite good.

And after meeting him?

It seemed his luck had run out.

’All used to hiding in the shadows, using [Exquisite Human Puppet] as a vest and leaning towards ’Death’... What’s with this clumsy sense of copying?

No, no, no!

We still have some differences: I don’t sow discord among others.

As a young, upright, simple, and kind ’Spirit Medium,’ I adhere to my true heart.

And him?

Tsk, it really is no good to sow discord among others!’

Arthur felt an inexplicable sense of superiority in his heart.

Then, he followed through with his earlier promise—

"I called you a little sparrow, of course, because you chirp and chatter back and forth, just like that little sparrow, making it... noisy."

As he spoke, Arthur raised his hand, ready to send Horton on his way.

The promise was fulfilled.

Of course, he had to continue with the killing.

He never said he would let him go.

And moreover, that was his original intention.

Sticking to one’s true heart is the ’Spirit Medium’s’ greatest asset.

More importantly, his tolerance for ’hunger’ was about to reach its limit.

"Wait, Lord Kledos, hear me out—we’ve seen each other when we were kids; my house is in the back half of Dar Alley, I’ve passed by your house more than once!

It was destiny that we did not meet then.

But destiny has brought us together again at this moment."

Feeling Arthur’s killing intent, the ’Death Poetry Society’ member in front of him immediately cried out in panic.

"Oh, so that’s how it is."

A look of realization appeared on Arthur’s face.

Then, the young ’Spirit Medium’ said—

"Back then my grandfather concealed my ’Destiny,’ causing any Peeping Toms to come up with some wonderful misunderstandings, and that ’Right Pastor’ from the ’Death Poetry Society’ must have been one of them.

He found you."

"He thinks you’re ’Death’s Child’."

"But he never considered that you’re just a poor imitator."

"Haven’t you noticed how our experiences resemble each other at certain stages?"

"Haven’t you noticed how obsessed you are with defeating me?"

"That’s the innate instinct deep within the soul of an imitator, you yearn to surpass the original!"

A look of astonishment spread across Horton’s face.

This member of the ’Death Poetry Society’ stared blankly at Arthur, his mind incessantly chanting, ’Impossible! Absolutely impossible! All of this is fake!’

Yet, reason told him that it could very well be true.

Arthur had no reason to lie to him!

Plus, what Arthur said was the truth!

Not only were his and Arthur’s experiences similar at one point, but since meeting Arthur, he truly became obsessed with victory and defeat. After losing the first time, that desire to win grew uncontrollably.

"Could it really be like this?"

Horton murmured to himself, his specter’s body beginning to tremble rapidly.

No longer twisted, but diffusing.

’He believes it! He believes it! Hahaha!’

Arthur laughed internally.

He obviously had no reason to deceive Horton in the current situation.

However, he had plenty of reasons to deceive the ’Death Poetry Society.’

After all, the identity of ’Death’s Child’ was quite useful.

Especially since he was about to be recognized as the ’South Los Swordsmanship Competition’ champion and was planning to attend the upcoming ’Pioneer Celebration Day’ in Inner Bay.

Without some ’tiger skin’ to flaunt, just the Countess of South Los’s restraint wouldn’t give Arthur the confidence to go to Inner Bay.

Another point was to continue elevating the status of the Kledos Family.

My grandfather could conceal destiny!

Even if it’s just a sliver, it’s enough to make people speculate and dread.

Before he truly rose in prominence, this was necessary.

’My dear grandfather, you must hold on! Don’t show any weakness!’

Arthur thought inside, while continuing to speak out loud.

"When my destiny was concealed, my grandfather told me that in that instant, fifty-seven thousand six hundred twenty-two possibilities emerged, and fifty-seven thousand six hundred twenty of them led to death."

Only two were paths to life.

One was exceedingly difficult.

Yet the other was quite easy.

Originally, I planned to choose the easy path, but who knew...

I met Marinda!"

As he said this, Arthur’s face showed helplessness.

Portraying Marinda as his own ’weakness’ and using her to attract fire was something Arthur had wanted to do for a while but never found the opportunity.

Now?

The timing was just right.

After all, there were no ’people’ around.

But sometimes, peeping doesn’t require people.

Not even in the present moment.

The Right Pastor of the ’Death Poetry Society’ possessed a prophet-like ability to foretell.

Didn’t the legacy of the Old Lion of Nether Bay or the Countess of South Los have some special retrospection secret techniques or props?

Arthur believed they did.

With such commotion here, even if they restrained themselves now, how could they not take action later?

Thus, he performed with great conviction.

Even when mentioning the name ’Marinda,’ his eyes softened, and he couldn’t help but turn up the corners of his mouth with tenderness.

Of course, the next moment, all that vanished.

Arthur returned to his usual indifference.

Lifting his hand, a pale blue ’Deathly Fire’ spread over Horton’s body.

With a scream, this member of the ’Death Poetry Society’ completely vanished from this world.

The next moment, another surge of dense death qi erupted from the ritual.

But unlike the death qi earlier that thickened into dark clouds,

This death qi was not only dense but also pure.

The hunger in Arthur’s bloodline instantly escalated several levels, but he didn’t immediately embrace this death qi. Instead, his expression grew solemn and respectful, and he whispered to himself—

"For Marinda, it’s all worth it."

Having said that, he leapt down.

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