Mystery: A Spark

"You should not weaken the gun, but rather enhance it to make the assassination more plausible."

"I'm just afraid of hurting you, aren't I?" Arthas couldn't help but say.

“Actually, you don’t need to worry about that. Under the protection of the Evil Armor, most small-caliber firearms are no longer a threat to me.” Arthur chuckled and pinched Arthas’s ear.

After being promoted to the Reaper, the Skull of Gul'dan contained the advanced spell of the "Demon Skin" spell, Fel Armor.

This gave Arthur a stronger defensive capability, further ensuring his safety.

Arthas was unaware of this matter.

So, just to be on the safe side, it still gave Loman Fitz a handgun with reduced power.

"The moment I was shot, I realized that the bullet's power was wrong; it couldn't even penetrate my defenses to cause me any harm."

“So…” Arthur pointed to his left chest with his finger, “So at that time I controlled my flesh and blood and forcibly tore open a wound deep into my chest, and the bullet was also driven in by myself.”

When he saw Lohman Fitz pointing a gun at him during his speech, he already understood something.

So they went along with it and fueled the fire.

Otherwise, the gun wouldn't have been able to hurt him at all, let alone cause him to bleed.

"So that's how it is. Then next time I'll definitely get a super powerful, large-caliber pistol and give you a good shot, hmph!" Arthas said angrily.

It had meant well in thinking of Arthur, but now it was being disliked instead, which made it furious.

"You want a next time?" Arthur poked Arthas's forehead. "If you dare to act on your own again, I'll shave all the hair off your body."

“That’s all you know how to do,” Arthas muttered.

"It doesn't have to be new, as long as it works." Arthur smiled and continued, "Besides, if I'm not mistaken, you should have just come back from Leonard's place, right?"

"How do you know everything?" Arthas asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Do you think I, a schemer, am just a sitting duck?" Arthur ruffled Arthas's hair. "You little brat, you think I'm blind enough to not notice your schemes right under my nose?"

Arthas remained silent.

"You asked Leonard to clean up the mess for you, so you should have paid him something, right? What did you pay him?" Arthur asked, looking up at him.

“Uh… I told him that his friend is still alive,” Arthas said, shrinking back.

"You little brat, you're always causing me trouble." Arthur gave Arthas a light tap on the head as a lesson.

"Oh, what's there to be afraid of? Anyway, that one-eyed man is as dead as can be, so telling him won't be a big deal," Arthas muttered to himself.

It ate so much of Leonard's dog food, so it has to reciprocate. Otherwise, how could it have the nerve to go and freeload again?

Moreover, it knew that after Arthur killed Inszangwell, he actually wanted to bring this up, but he just didn't know how to say it.

"Well, this really should be brought up now, otherwise who knows how many more lies we'll have to cover it up later," Arthur sighed.

It is a well-known fact that one lie requires more lies to cover it up.

After Ince Zangwell was dealt with, there was really no need to keep it from Leonard any longer.

However, the Klein Diary that Arthur forged to digest the arsonist's potion is a problem.

What he wrote back then broke Leonard's nerves, and now that Leonard knows the truth, it's only natural that he'll lash out.

But that's no big deal. At worst, he'll just get a beating. Arthur's tough skin is thick-skinned anyway.

“I have another question to ask you,” Arthur said, fiddling with Arthas’s ear.

"What's the matter?" Arthas asked curiously.

"What methods did you use to get rid of Loman Fitz?"

“Uh…” Alsassin hesitated for a moment.

“Don’t even think about hiding it. Even if you don’t want to tell me, I can find out by asking Leonard later.” Arthur said, holding Arthas’s head in his hands and staring at it.

"Alright, I killed him with a curse." Arthas hesitated for a moment, but finally confessed.

“A curse…” Arthur’s gaze deepened. “I ask you, is Triss in your hands?”

He had been wondering why the Great Smog event had occurred earlier than expected, but now that he knew Arthas had used a curse, he immediately thought of this key figure in the Great Smog event.

If Triss had changed in some way, then Talim's survival and the earlier-than-expected smog event would have a reasonable explanation.

Arthur remembered that he had told Arthas Triss's story a long time ago.

However, at that time, Arthas had only recently become an Extraordinary, and his speech was still not very clear.

Unexpectedly, a bedtime story at that time eventually led to such a huge butterfly effect.

This left Arthur somewhat at a loss for words.

"Oh, what's with all this talk about whether she's in my hands or not? I'm not some kidnapper, and besides, she's a pleasure witch, how could she possibly be controlled by me? I only cooperated with her once," Arthas said sincerely.

“Yes, how could she, a witch of pleasure, be so easily manipulated by you?” Arthur said meaningfully, stroking the puppy’s head.

He didn't continue the topic, but instead asked:

"How's your digestion of the Astrologer's Potion going lately?"

"Hmm, it feels alright. I do astrology once a day, so it shouldn't take too long to process it," Arthas replied.

"Well, once you become a recorder, you'll receive a significant promotion, and I'll try to record more of your extraordinary abilities then." Arthur stroked the puppy's fur.

"Yes, especially the ability to travel. We must find a way to get it, then I can take you everywhere." Arthas nodded in deep agreement.

“Yes, with the ability to travel, we’ll have more ways to deal with unexpected situations,” Arthur echoed.

Then, he talked to Arthas about what other abilities, besides travel, he needed to record.

Arthas spoke with great enthusiasm, while Arthur listened quietly, occasionally offering a few words of advice.

He didn't ask any more questions.

Because he already had the answers to the questions he needed to ask, such as Triss's whereabouts.

Other questions are unnecessary to ask, such as... whether a certain level 0 sealed artifact has a new owner.

Chapter 247 You dare point a gun at me? Do you dare shoot?

Nighttime, West District Memorial Square.

The place was now brightly lit.

People stood in groups here, holding torches in their hands.

However, they didn't shout slogans as usual; they just stood there in silence.

But they looked even more terrifying and chilling than when they were chanting slogans.

When people are still willing to speak out, it means they still hold onto some kind of hope.

When they fell silent and became deathly still, anyone with a modicum of political awareness knew that the problem was already very serious.

Inside the spacious conference hall.

The room was now full of people, and the turnout was greater than at any previous meeting.

The officials and nobles who usually liked to argue loudly were no longer arguing at this time, but simply watched the dozen or so people standing in the middle of the hall in silence.

These officials and nobles may not have been so intelligent or had such a broad vision.

But without a doubt, as politicians who have been in the kingdom's political arena for many years, their ability to read people and situations has reached a very high level.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was clearly off today, which made them afraid to let their spittle fly onto other people's faces as they used to.

The dozen or so people in the room were all major factory owners in the kingdom, and they were the ones who stood firm and refused to compromise during the strike, engaging in a war of attrition with the Workers' Aid Association.

At this moment, they were met with a large crowd of onlookers.

“Mr. Evan, and everyone else, do you have any explanation for this heinous political assassination?” Prime Minister Agushid spoke up at this point.

From the very first word, he defined the nature of the incident:

A heinous act of political assassination.

Even if the assassination attempt had taken place in public, that didn't matter.

“I think this assassination attempt was very likely staged by them.” Evan wiped the sweat from his brow.

He had already figured it out on the way; this whole thing was very likely a conspiracy.

But what good does it do to understand it all?

"Mr. Evan, what good solutions do you have for the situation outside?" Agushid asked again.

He didn't even bother to discuss whether the assassination was staged.

The key issue is no longer this, but how to quickly resolve the public discontent that has reached a boiling point outside.

Even if it really was a self-directed and self-acted performance, so what?

Rune is not Intis; the power of the traditional aristocracy here remains strong, their foundation lying in the land, not the factories.

For nobles like Count Hall who had turned to the New Party, investing in factories was simply another way for them to make money.

They would rather see this channel bring them profits than suffer continuous losses due to the workers' strike.

Admittedly, the new labor law will reduce their profits, but earning less is better than losing money.

Therefore, they have reached a consensus that this unrest should be dealt with as soon as possible, and that it should not be suppressed by violence.

Why not?

Because Rune's violent power is mainly concentrated in two areas: the military, which represents the will of the army, and the extraordinary individuals under the three major churches.

It's impossible for the church to suppress the people; anyone with a brain wouldn't come up with such a brainless idea.

As for the military, they made their stance clear from the beginning: to remain neutral.

And this attitude has remained unchanged to this day.

It is quite clear that His Majesty the King, as the source of the military's will, has a very clear attitude on this matter.

"Mr. Evan, and the other gentlemen, what do you think should be done about the situation outside?" Seeing that they remained silent, Agusid asked again.

This time, however, his tone had become much harsher.

Whether it was staged or not, the person has already been shot in public and bled quite a bit, so you can't just leave without any reaction, can you?