Mystery: A Spark

For example, Liu Bang and Liu Xun of the Western Han Dynasty were mostly outstanding emperors who deeply understood the hardships of the common people and possessed extraordinary talents.

It was precisely because of these seven formidable men that the Han Dynasty was able to crush the once-invincible Xiongnu despite a disastrous start, making China the dominant power in the East Asian monster world.

Of course, among these seven people, Emperor Hui Liu Ying was slightly less capable.

But at least they have a good mother.

In Chinese history, there are actually very few male emperors who can compare with Empress Lü in terms of talent.

So, this can barely be considered as seven strong men.

In addition, there were emperors like Yang Jian, Li Shimin, and Zhu Yuanzhang, who were also emperors who understood the people's sentiments and hearts.

Of course, if we're talking about the one who is truly down-to-earth and most deserving of people's heartfelt respect, then it has to be that one.

However, there's no need to go into details about this; those who know, know.

As for monarchs like George III, to be honest, Arthur didn't know if they actually existed in Chinese history.

After all, he prefers to learn about the historical periods in which great achievements and accomplishments were made.

However, Arthur felt that if we were to look at the absurdity level, we could probably find someone whose actions were comparable to those of George III.

It can only be said that, whether in ancient or modern times, in China or abroad, even in other worlds, the Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix are everywhere.

“Arthur, I want to ask, what conditions are required if I want to know the truth about my father’s death?” Hugh finally mustered up the courage to ask after a moment of contemplation.

"Well, the condition isn't actually up to me, it's up to you." Arthur gently swirled his glass, trying to elevate his image by treating the cola like red wine.

"It's up to me?" Hugh asked, somewhat surprised.

“That’s right. You should have guessed by now that your father probably knew something he shouldn’t have known, which is why he was killed by George III, right?” Arthur asked calmly.

Seeing that Xiu nodded, he continued:

"So, to put it bluntly, you actually want to know what George III is hiding, right?"

"Yes."

"If you want to know about this, you either need to advance to the level of a demigod, which would give you the initial ability to protect yourself."

"A demigod?" Hugh was stunned.

She's only at Sequence Nine right now, and it took her a long time and a lot of effort to advance to Sequence Eight.

At this rate, when will she be able to advance to demigod?

"Is there any other way?" Hugh asked tentatively.

"Heh, either we have to wait for George III's secret affair to succeed... or fail," Arthur said with a strange smile.

Xiu stood there stunned for a while, remaining silent for a long time.

After a long while, she finally asked:

"I have another question. You said before that you wanted me to work for you, so what exactly would that mean?"

"Oh? You've decided to join?" Arthur asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'd like to hear your specific purpose before making a decision," Hugh said, sitting up straight and pursing his lips nervously.

Her intuition told her that her upcoming conversation with Arthur would likely have a life-changing impact on her.

"Purpose... I think you might already have some guesses, right?" Arthur looked at Hugh, who looked a little nervous, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Hugh paused for a moment, then said:

"I want to know more details, otherwise I might not be able to make a decision. At the very least, I need to know the general nature of what I'm going to do."

“Nature…” Arthur repeated the word, then his expression turned serious as he said:

"I can only guarantee that I won't taint your heart, but I can't guarantee that I won't taint your hands."

After hearing this, Hugh lowered his eyes, remained silent for a few seconds, and then spoke:

"That's enough. So, I've decided to join."

“You’d better think this through, Hugh. I must warn you, once you’re on my ship, you’re not allowed to get off.” Arthur’s expression was extremely serious at this moment.

"I've made up my mind," Hugh said firmly.

She's the kind of person who never looks back once she makes a decision, and sometimes her hands react faster than her brain.

Therefore, now that Hugh has decided to join Arthur's team and find out what caused her father's death, she will definitely stick to it.

She's the kind of person who'll stick to one path no matter what.

"Since you've made your decision, I have a booklet here that contains part of our team's ideology. You can take a look at it first."

Arthur pulled a small booklet from somewhere and handed it to Hugh.

Hugh took a look and found that the booklet was blue.

In addition, the booklet cover has a peculiar symbol that looks like two commonly used tools.

“This symbol is a sickle and…” Hugh identified.

“A wrench, that’s a wrench.” Arthur didn’t let her make any assumptions, but pointed it out directly.

“Oh…” Hugh glanced at Arthur, somewhat puzzled as to why he had been so tense just now.

But she didn't think much of it and instead opened the booklet to read it.

He quickly finished reading it once and sat there blankly.

She stared blankly at Arthur for a moment, then read the booklet again carefully, three times slower than before.

Then, she looked at the cover in her hand, then at Arthur, unsure of what to say.

Arthur ignored her expression, instead taking out several pieces of material from the emblem and saying:

"After you've finished reading, swear to Mr. Fool that you will never reveal it to anyone."

“Okay…” Xiu Mumu took the materials and began to set up the ceremony.

"By the way, I wanted to ask, does our organization have a name?"

"Yes, its name is..."

Red tide.

......

Hugh left.

Arthur stood up from the sofa, walked around behind it, and said:

"How are you feeling, little one?"

"You're so boring, insisting that I perform a shielding ritual for you. Is this some kind of twisted hobby of yours?"

On the ground, a symbol of night is drawn.

Arthas, who was lying next to the Night Emblem, had just finished performing the shielding ritual to pray to the Goddess of Night, and said somewhat displeasedly.

Arthur picked up the puppy from the ground and put it on his shoulder, then began to clean up the ritual materials that had been used.

"Isn't this just to help you review ritual magic, so you don't forget these mystical concepts? Shouldn't you thank me for that?"

"I'd be a fool to believe you," the puppy muttered.

Seeing that Arthur had finished cleaning up the mess on the ground, Arthas asked:

"Arthur, I have a question."

"what is the problem?"

"What qualities of Miss Hugh did you see in her that you brought her into this picture?"

"She was once a noblewoman, well-educated, which is rare in this era."

"And now she's hanging around in the East End, helping the poor get justice, which gives her a great understanding of the lives of the underprivileged. The combination of these two factors makes her a good choice."

"So, what we're doing is just?"

"No, we cannot be judged by ordinary moral standards. We are neither just nor evil, and we are not bound by the choice of means."

"Oh......"

Arthas perched on Arthur's shoulder, looking at Arthur's profile, and twitched his ears.

Chapter 124 Klein: Arthur is up to something big, what should I do? I need help urgently.

Meanwhile, Klein, who had just been bailed out by Jürgen's lawyer, finally escaped from the police station.

Fortunately, Jürgen's lawyer waived his bail fees this time and entered into a fixed-term cooperation agreement with him.

Thus, Detective Moriarty gained a reliable legal partner.

Afterward, Klein returned to the chaotic 15 Minsk Street.

However, as soon as he got home, he received an invitation from his landlord next door, who wanted him to come over and talk about what had happened before.

This made Klein's heart skip a beat, worrying that he might be kicked out by the landlord because of his previous fight with and killing of Meursault.

After all, he not only damaged the furniture in the house, but also killed someone inside. Any landlord with even a slightly mean attitude would definitely make him refund the rent and get out.

But to Klein's surprise, the Summers, his landlords, not only didn't blame him, but also glossed over what had happened.

Furthermore, Mr. Luke Summer stated that having such a capable private investigator living next door gave his family a great sense of security.

Afterwards, Mrs. Summer inquired about Klein's income and exchanged a few pleasantries with him, thus putting the matter behind her.

This made Klein feel somewhat emotional, realizing that he had found a good landlord.

After leaving Summer's house, Klein planned to buy new furniture to replace the pieces that had been damaged.

But at that moment, he suddenly heard echoing, illusory prayers.

She sounds like a lady. Could she be Miss Justice or Miss Magician...? Klein hesitated for a moment, then decided to deal with the request first and buy the furniture later.

So he turned around and went back to 15 Minsk Street, went into the washroom, walked four steps backward, and came up above the gray fog.

However, he did not see any illusory star expanding and contracting its crimson light. Instead, at the end of the ancient and mottled bronze table, beside the Fool's chair, he saw clear light radiating outwards in concentric circles.

Another request from a non-Tarot Club member... It seems it might be Hugh... Klein pondered as he walked to his seat at the bronze table and sat down.