Mystery: A Spark

"Do you think people here would be more accepting of it if I treated it as a commodity?" Arthur picked up a slice of lamb roll and started cooking it in the hot pot.

"Sell this? Hmm, I don't think they'll be too opposed to it. The people here don't actually taste much different from us. The main problem is that there are no stir-fried dishes, which is the most annoying thing," Klein sighed.

"Hehe, I also think that quite a few people would like it, but it's not possible yet, there are still some conditions missing."

“Once everything is in place, I’ll open a KFC in the East District first, then find a few muscular guys to dance to ‘I Love Your Mom.’ What do you think?” Arthur said with a light laugh.

"Hiss~" Klein gasped.

……

Late at night, somewhere in the spirit world.

A middle-aged man with blond hair and red eyes, dressed in a burgundy tuxedo, looked at the little white dog in front of him and asked with some confusion:

"What do you want from me?"

Arthas replied:

“Arthur once told me that in a place called Azeroth, there is a profession called Warrior. They are different from the warriors here. They can fight by using the rage within their bodies.”

"So what?" The blond middle-aged man still didn't quite understand.

Arthas said calmly:

“Mr. Narzdo, you said before that my emotional breakdown yesterday was due to my first encounter with a demon, which triggered a reaction that cannot be cured in the short term, right?”

"Hmm." The blond man nodded.

"What you mean by 'there's no way to cure the root cause' is that the fundamental reason for my condition is some external factor that cannot be eliminated in the short term, so we can only treat the symptoms, not the root cause."

"Mr. Nalzdo, is my guess correct?"

Chapter 139 Another Tarot Meeting

Somewhere in the dark spirit world.

A middle-aged man with blond hair and red eyes quietly looked at the little white dog in front of him.

After a long silence, he finally spoke and asked:

"Your guess is correct."

Seeing that his idea had been approved, Arthas said with some eagerness:

"The reason I acted that way last time was because I couldn't control the inexplicable hatred in my heart and the anger that came from nowhere, which was influenced by some external factor."

"So I thought, since I can't eliminate this unknown external factor, can I find a way from within myself?"

"How do you plan to find a solution from within yourself?" the blond man asked.

Arthas stared intently at the expression on the man's face and said seriously:

"I learned from Arthur that there is an extraordinary force in the Southern Continent called the Rose School. They once worshipped a high-ranking powerful being called the Bound God. They advocated moderation and used a life of austerity and low desire to fight against madness."

"However, due to some accidents, the Bound God disappeared, and the Temperance School declined as a result. The Rose School was then controlled by the Indulgence School, which advocated blood sacrifices."

"Hmm, and then?" The blond man's expression remained calm.

Seeing that he didn't react, Arthas had no choice but to continue:

"Since temperance practitioners can combat madness by restraining their desires, I think I can perhaps use a similar method to maintain peace from that inexplicable anger and hatred."

"Mr. Nalzdo, what do you think of this approach?"

"I think you're probably courting death," the blond man said expressionlessly.

“How can this be considered courting death? If the temperance faction of the Rose School can do it, then so can I,” Arthas said somewhat indignantly.

"So how many people are still in the temperance faction you mentioned?" the blond man asked calmly.

"Uh...no, I don't know..." Arthas stammered.

“Little one, I know you’re smart, but you’d better not explore things of unknown origin. In the extraordinary world, the more you know, the more likely you are to encounter unforeseen calamities,” the blond man sighed.

Arthas fell silent, pondered for a moment with his head down, and then said:

“Mr. Nalzdo, this is not something of unknown origin. Others would not experience this after seeing a demon, but I would.”

"This hatred and anger comes from within myself; it lies dormant within my body. If I don't figure it out and make it my own, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well."

“But I saw that you slept very soundly last night, unlike what you said, that you couldn’t sleep well even when you were trying to sleep.” The blond man bluntly exposed Arthas.

Puppy: ...

"You, how could you peep at someone sleeping?" Alsassin shouted angrily.

The blond man ignored the puppy's rambling and went straight to the point, asking:

"Do you really want to try?"

Arthas pondered for a moment, then nodded firmly and said:

"I want to try. Even if I can't figure out the source, I have to at least control it. I don't want to suddenly turn into a mad dog one day."

The blond man sighed and said:

"Alright then, I'll keep an eye on you, lest you ruin yourself."

"Hehe, I knew Mr. Nalzdo would help me." The puppy ran over and rubbed against the blond man.

"Alright, stop trying to get close. How do you want to try?" the blond man asked, squatting down.

"I want to try to recapture the feeling from last night."

After saying that, the puppy squatted down and closed its eyes.

It frowned as it sensed.

One minute.

ten minutes.

Half an hour later, nothing happened.

"Uh... I don't think I've got the hang of it yet. Wait a minute, I'll try again."

After saying that, it planned to close its eyes again.

“No need for all that trouble, let me help you. If you keep going like this, it won’t be over even by tomorrow morning,” the blond man said, poking the puppy’s forehead.

"So, how are you going to help me?" Arthas asked, somewhat curiously.

“Are you ready?” the blond man said in a deep voice.

He reached out his hand, and the next second, an ominous aura emanating heavy malice appeared in his palm.

The moment Arthas sensed this ominous aura, he felt his heart completely overwhelmed by hatred and rage.

Then, it completely lost consciousness.

"Sigh, they just won't listen to me no matter what I say."

The blond man looked at the small white dog in front of him, whose eyes glowed red, whose face was ferocious, and whose body seemed to be growing larger, and sighed softly.

He dispersed the aura from his palm and then placed his hand on the little white dog's forehead.

Instantly, the little white dog's body stiffened, the red light in its eyes dissipated, and its size slowly returned to normal.

"If the path of temperance were so easy to follow, the Rose School wouldn't have been controlled by those people."

"I don't know what you're made of, how could this happen to you..."

The blond man picked up the unconscious puppy and left the area.

……

Wednesday morning.

Arthas awoke from his slumber, looking somewhat bewildered at his familiar bedroom.

Its memory stopped at the end of last night, the moment it saw the ominous aura appear in Narzdo's hand.

The puppy remembers nothing after that.

It seems the attempt failed. I'll try again tonight... Arthas has a strong fighting spirit that makes him more determined after each setback.

"Little guy, you're awake."

As soon as Arthur woke up, he saw his puppy lying next to him with its eyes wide open in a daze, so he greeted it.

This greeting snapped Arthas out of his reverie.

It jumped onto Arthur's stomach and began to bark:

"Get up, you lazybones, you always get up so late."

"I don't go to work, why should I get up so early?" Arthur replied lazily.

To be fair, it's fortunate that there are no electronic devices like cell phones and computers here, so he doesn't have many suitable forms of entertainment at night.

Otherwise, Arthur would definitely show this little puppy what it means to be a big shot in the cultivation world.

In fact, Arthur always believed that the Church of the Night was the most powerful church in this mysterious world.

While members of other churches need to sleep every day, the sleepless members of the Night Church can work around the clock.

One person can do the work of two, so how can any other church compete with the Church of the Night?

While chatting idly with Arthas, Arthur suddenly saw a semi-illusory owl fly to his bedside.

And in its paw, it was clutching a bulging little bulge.

Hmm? Did Danitz reply? Arthur wondered as he took the small bag from the owl's claws.

As soon as Arthur opened the small bag, he saw two items inside.

A dark iron-black pistol with a barrel slightly longer than a normal revolver, and a letter.

"Deathstroke? Danitz actually got his hands on this gun so quickly?" Arthur muttered in surprise.

He didn't touch the Death Knell revolver, lest he be affected by its negative effects.

Even the slightest negative effect, like thirst, was something Arthur didn't want to experience.

He leaned against the headboard, opened the letter, and began to read: