Mystery: A Spark

"Then let me ask you, if the eldest prince of Rune secretly built a large army without George III's knowledge, what do you think George III would think?" Bonova asked with a sigh.

"Uh... he'll be very happy?" Arthas replied weakly.

"Hehe." Bonova chuckled inexplicably.

“Well, he probably won’t be too happy, but I think it’s wrong of you to use George III as an analogy,” Arthas said, shaking his large head.

“Oh? Why?” Bonova raised an eyebrow.

“Because my master is not George III, he is nothing like that dog Dong, or that king,” Arthas said earnestly.

"Were you originally going to say 'dog' just now?"

You misheard me.

"Heh, alright then, do you need me to keep your secret?"

“Mr. Bonova, please do this.”

……

In the afternoon, on the open space between Iron Carbon Street and Black Palm Street.

Since the Backlund strike began, this place has become a construction site.

The workers are working hard here in the morning to earn enough food to fill their stomachs.

In the afternoon, the parade began.

Occasionally, the head of the workers' mutual aid association would come here to give a speech, making the workers understand the necessity of this strike and demonstration movement.

Let them know that the key to whether they can live an easier life in the future lies in these few days.

So the workers strengthened their resolve, encouraged each other, and vowed to fight the factory owners to the end.

And today is also such a day, the day that Mr. Heller came here to give a speech.

The blond young man stood at the front of the crowd, waving his arms and shouting:

"...Comrades, we have only one way out, and that is victory!"

"There is another way out: death!"

"But death will not be ours! Long live victory!"

"Long live victory!!!" The people's shouts echoed through the sky.

However, at that moment, a pair of eyes in the crowd were staring at the young man in front of them with hatred.

If Arthur turned his attention to the owner of those eyes, he would realize that this was none other than the lobbyist, Loman Fitz, whom he had publicly refuted in the tavern a few days earlier.

His arrival at this place was clearly not to cheer for Arthur's speech.

……

Ever since that day at the pub, when he was publicly reprimanded by that damned, clueless young man, Lohman Fitz felt as if his life was mired in some kind of misfortune.

Without a doubt, as a lobbyist, he completely botched the task assigned to him by the gentlemen behind him.

Therefore, he naturally lost the trust of those gentlemen and lost this well-paid job.

But the misfortune didn't end there.

Having lost his substantial income, Loman Fitz was soon approached by the landlord of the house he was renting.

Not all landlords are as kind as the Summers, Klein's landlords.

So even though Lohman Fitz still had some savings, he was still evicted from the house by his landlord and lost his home because he had no stable income.

After all, he lived in an affluent area, and a person without a stable income would naturally make the landlord feel insecure.

But this wasn't too much of a blow for Lohman Fitz, because he still had some savings that allowed him to find another place to stay temporarily.

Although conditions are not as good as before, it is still better than being displaced.

However, the misfortune continued.

Loman Fitz found a new place on Williams Street, and not far from his place was an abandoned chapel.

Two nights ago, an explosion suddenly occurred near the chapel.

Subsequently, Williams Street was blocked off by a group of members of the Church of the Night, and all nearby residents were evicted.

Lohman Fitz lost his home once again.

Yesterday, while searching for a new place to live, he was unfortunately robbed by gangsters and had all his money and valuables stolen.

This series of blows filled his heart with hatred, hatred for that damned, out-of-touch Arthur Heller.

If it weren't for that damned guy, he wouldn't have lost his house, wouldn't have been robbed of all his savings, and wouldn't be in this predicament.

Filled with hatred, Loman Fitz no longer wanted to think about anything; he just wanted to vent his anger without restraint.

To this end, he sold his expensive suit, which had survived because the gangsters didn't recognize its value, and bought a handgun on the black market.

Then, he came to this place today.

……

"Leonard, your friend is quite something."

In a corner not far from the crowd, a girl with long, wavy, dark green hair sighed to her male companion.

“Yeah, this guy is definitely good at stirring things up.” Leonard nodded in agreement.

Arthur has made such a big fuss lately that it's safe to say that everyone in Backlund knows about this young man and the name of his Workers' Aid Society.

As for why Leonard came here with Hazel today, it's because his relationship with Hazel began to progress rapidly after he stayed at Elk Estate for half a month.

Furthermore, after eliminating Inszangwell and resolving his inner conflict, Leonard no longer deliberately avoided his feelings for Hazel.

That's why the two of them came together today to watch Arthur's speech.

"By the way, Leonard, what do you think about me joining the Church of the Night and becoming a Night Watcher?" Hazel asked the dark-haired youth beside her.

"Become a night watchman? Why would you have such an idea?" Leonard paused for a moment, then asked in surprise.

“I just… want to, uh, see more things.” Hazel shifted her gaze to the side.

“This is not a good choice, Hazel. Night watchmen often encounter many dangers, and given your family situation, I don’t recommend you do this,” Leonard said seriously.

“Well, alright then,” Hazel said, her voice low and somber.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Pales's slightly amused voice suddenly echoed in Leonard's mind.

"Teacher, what's wrong?" Leonard asked, puzzled.

“It’s nothing… no, look closely at the crowd.” Pales’s previously relaxed voice suddenly turned serious.

Leonard was taken aback and quickly looked closely.

Then he noticed a middle-aged man in the crowd staring at Arthur, who was giving a speech, with a look of hatred on his face.

Furthermore, the man had already taken out a black handgun from his clothes.

"Watch out!!!" Leonard roared.

But it was too late.

"Bang!" The gun rang out.

Chapter 244 Who is the mastermind?

The moment the gunshot rang out, Leonard watched helplessly as a burst of blood erupted from Arthur's chest.

Then, the young man who was giving a speech clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground.

In the crowd, Lohman Fitz’s face instantly turned panicked after he fired the shot.

Before people could react, he quickly squeezed through the crowd and ran wildly towards the alley not far away.

"The person is still alive, let's go after the murderer first."

Leonard originally wanted to run over to check on Arthur, but after hearing Pales's voice in his mind, he gritted his teeth, turned around, and chased after the assassin who had fired the shot.

He didn't even bother to conceal his extraordinary status and immediately unleashed his full speed.

Last time it was Klein, and this time it's Arthur. Why can I only watch my friends suffer, and I can never do anything about it? Leonard gritted his teeth and ran as fast as he could, determined to capture the person alive and force him to reveal the mastermind behind this assassination.

However, by the time he ran into that alley, it was already too late.

What Leonard saw was the gunman lying face down on the ground, lifeless, clutching his heart, foaming at the mouth.

Clearly, the assassin who was just moments ago full of life is now dead.

Leonard remained vigilant as he quickly stepped forward to examine the body.

In the vision provided by the psychic eye, the corpse appeared to be in perfect condition, which made Leonard frown deeply.

"Teacher, have you noticed anything unusual?" Leonard asked quietly to himself.

“A curse,” Pales replied succinctly.

A curse? Leonard's mind immediately flashed through all the extraordinary knowledge he knew about curses.

However, he didn't think about it for long. Instead, he looked back at the alley entrance to make sure no one had noticed.

Then, Leonard took out materials such as Holy Night Powder and hydrosol essential oil from his clothes.

He wanted to use a spirit medium to search for any remaining clues about the person.

The psychic session didn't take long, and after it was over, a thoughtful look appeared on Leonard's face.

……

On the construction site outside the alley.

The place was now completely noisy.

The workers were caught off guard by this sudden turn of events. They tried to move forward to see if their leader was safe.

However, this is a very dangerous act because there are too many of them, and once chaos breaks out, a stampede could easily occur.

Fortunately, someone stepped forward at this moment.

"Everyone, please calm down." Hugh's voice reached everyone's ears, and the authority it contained made people obey her involuntarily.