Mystery: A Spark

As for Snowman, his lifespan was purely restored through sheer force, thanks to the cultists who were exorcised by Arthur.

Those cultists should thank Arthur, after all, he redeemed their fallen lives and gave their sinful lives a glimmer of light. What a great deed that is!

As the saying goes:

“I kill you all to save you from all the suffering in the world. Though I kill you, I truly love you.”

Just thinking about it made Arthur feel that the red scarf on his chest was even brighter.

"Arthas, what are your thoughts on what you've been through lately?" Arthur put away his extraordinary ability and patted the little dog lying dead beside him.

"My thoughts... my thoughts are that humans can't, or at least shouldn't," Arthas said, his voice tinged with frustration. "Why are those people able to come up with so many creative ways to do this? Is mating the only thing on their minds?"

When Arthur first arrived in Trier, he wasn't very familiar with the city's culture and customs, so when he disguised himself as the Virtuoso to hunt prey at night, he brought Arthas along as usual.

Then, the puppy began to witness a series of mind-blowing scenes.

"Hey, Arthur, let's hurry back, even if it's just back at sea. I really don't want to stay here anymore," Arthas said, rolling over and nuzzling Arthur's hand with his head.

“Okay, let’s go back to sea now.” Arthur nodded and took out a patina-green notebook.

He had used this magical item several times and was extremely familiar with it.

Each time he used the "travel" ability, he would, as agreed, add an extraordinary ability of the same level to it.

For example, the Reaper's signature skill, "Weakness Strike".

Arthur knew that, apart from Cattleya and Alger, the other members of the Tarot Club were actually quite lacking in offensive tactics.

And “weakness attack” can help them just the right time.

“A few days ago, Edwina said she was in the White Whale Sea, so I plan to teleport to Alavi Island. You should go first,” Arthur said to Arthas, flipping through Lymanor’s Travel Notes.

“Okay.” Arthas responded, flipped himself up, and jogged a few steps before leaping into the spirit world.

Arthur flipped through his travel journal to the page with the word "teleportation," and then his figure gradually became invisible and transparent, disappearing from the spot.

When he finally found himself on solid ground, he discovered that he was on a beach.

However, it is not a beach on Olavi Island.

Arthur sensed something was wrong. He frowned, looked around, and quickly realized where he was.

"Broken...islands?"

He was about to open his notebook again and leave this awful place as quickly as possible when he suddenly felt a sense of danger approaching from behind.

"Clang!" A jet-black claw reached for Arthur, but was blocked by a silver-white protective shield.

“I knew coming to this godforsaken place wouldn’t end well,” Arthur said, holding the silver-white shield “Holy Barrier” and looking at the grotesque humanoid creature before him.

"Hmph, there's a peculiar aura about you," the humanoid creature uttered in a hoarse voice.

"If you talk like that, people will think you're a slut. I'm not into that kind of thing. Go find someone else." Arthur trash-talked, but his movements were swift. He leaped away from his enemy with a burst of fire.

He wanted to escape as soon as possible because he knew very well that this cursed place was an ominous place for him.

Whether it was metaphysics or intuition, it told him one thing.

Don't stay here for long!

"Hmph! Trying to escape?" The humanoid creature with horns on its head and claws on its limbs opened its mouth and uttered a single, filthy word in demonic language:

"die!"

"Pfft!" Arthur felt as if his heart had been suddenly gripped, and he involuntarily spat out a mouthful of blood.

However, his escape was not affected; instead, a ghostly green light appeared on his body, gradually healing his injuries.

After yet another leap of flame, Arthur unhesitatingly opened his travel journal again, but just then, a hoarse voice filled with malice rang out:

"Teleportation is prohibited here!"

Arthur abruptly stopped in his tracks as he opened his notebook. He looked in the direction from which the sound came and saw a pale, thin, and cold-eyed middle-aged man standing there.

Moreover, several figures exuding a strong aura of decadence were rapidly approaching from afar.

“I knew this day would come,” Arthur murmured softly.

He silently put away the Lemanor travel journal in his hand, and instead took out a gleaming two-handed greatsword from the emblem.

Arthur took a deep breath, gripped the hilt of his greatsword with both hands, and then forcefully pried it open to both sides.

"For Azeroth!"

……

The top floor of a solemn ancient castle.

On the long table in the center sits an open notebook, next to which lies an ordinary-looking quill pen.

The contents of the notebook are as follows:

"Every time the Lemano Travel Notes is used, it causes people to get lost and exposes its users to various dangers, but for some reason, this effect of getting lost has weakened or rather accumulated over time."

"It will only return to normal at a certain opportune moment and release all the negative effects that have been accumulated, causing the user to face certain death, such as accidentally falling on the face of a member of the Blood Worship Cult."

"The Blood Worship Cult members quickly realized the unusual nature of this uninvited guest. They prepared to surround and kill him, and then carefully examine the source of the special aura on his corpse."

"However, since this was a sudden encounter, the Blood Cult was clearly unprepared. They only had a limited number of members joining the battle in a short period of time, which would give the user of the Lemanor Travel Notes a glimmer of hope."

Behind the long table, a blond middle-aged man with scarlet eyes rested his chin on his hand, looking leisurely at the quill pen in front of him, which lay there motionless and quiet.

At that moment, a small white figure arrived and asked urgently:

"Mr. Nalzdo, is it time to begin?"

"Yes, it's about to begin. Now we'll see how popular your master is," the middle-aged man said calmly.

"But is this all there is to it?" Arthas asked, still somewhat uneasy.

"There is no plan in this world that is guaranteed to succeed. You should know this very well, and your master has said this to you many times as well."

"It's not easy to escape a predetermined dead end. The best way is to turn passivity into initiative and find a way to take control of the situation. Only then is there a chance of success," the middle-aged man replied.

"Is it even possible?" Arthas asked worriedly.

"Yes, but it's possible. Whether your master survives depends on how many people come," the middle-aged man said.

Chapter 271 Protect our Arthur!

On the Golden Dream.

Wearing a light blue dress, Edwina was hunched over her desk, intently writing and drawing on the manuscript paper.

At one point, her movements suddenly stopped.

Edwina raised her head slightly, her gaze fixed on a corner of the captain's cabin.

Two seconds later, a spirit creature with eyes burning with eerie green flames and its body in a semi-illusory state appeared there.

It bowed slightly to Edwina, showed her a badge, and then disappeared.

This badge is very peculiar; in the eyes of most people, it would definitely be considered a child's toy.

Because of its design, which is a cute, white puppy head.

However, upon seeing the badge, Edwina's expression immediately turned serious, and she murmured softly:

"So it's now."

Without hesitation or delay, she immediately went to a card room not far from the captain's cabin, pushed open the door, and said to the few people playing cards inside:

"Gentlemen, Arthur is in trouble."

"Then what are we waiting for? We have to go help him right away!" A bald, burly man stood up abruptly.

The others also stood up one after another, looking at Edwina with only one meaning in their eyes.

Bring them along too.

……

The deck of the Future.

At that moment, two men were fishing on the side of the boat.

Two steps away from them, another person was intently grilling the fish they had caught and placing them on a shelf beside them.

As the sailors passed by, they would casually grab one from the shelf, eat it with their mouths full of oil, and look very happy.

"Splash!" The man in the fishing duo, wearing sunglasses and with an indifferent expression, suddenly stood up and pulled the fishing rod, which meant that another big fish had taken the bait.

Beside him, the blond, blue-eyed man looked at his empty wooden tub, wiped his face with a pained expression, and said:

"I was so stupid, really. I only knew that I had been having bad luck lately, but I never thought that this bad luck would prevent me from catching a single fish. I really shouldn't have agreed to come fishing with you."

The man behind him, grilling fish, laughed:

“Anderson, you have to think of it this way: bad luck can be worn down. The more bad things you encounter, the lighter the bad luck may become. So in a way, not catching fish is actually a good thing for you.”

Anderson chuckled:

"It seems you still haven't been paying attention to your captain's lessons, Danitz. Generally speaking, bad luck does weaken over time, and can even be worn down by encountering unfortunate events."

"But what I'm experiencing is clearly something that's been constant for me. If no one helps me get rid of this bad luck, it might stay with me for the rest of my life."

“Heh, I admit you’re more knowledgeable than me, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re still in the Air Force,” Danitz scoffed.

Anderson was speechless. Even if he argued with him, the Air Force was still the Air Force, which was a great humiliation for a fisherman.

His face flushed red, and he tried to argue:

"This can't be considered air force; how can something so unlucky be considered air force?"

Then came some incomprehensible phrases, such as "A fisherman never goes home empty-handed" and "I was just unlucky," which filled the deck with a cheerful atmosphere.

While the two were bickering, not far behind them, Cattleya, dressed in a classical robe, stood quietly.

She gazed at the distant sea, estimating how long it would take to reach the ruins.

But at that moment, a man as strong as a bear suddenly rushed out of the cabin and ran in front of Cattleya, holding a fish that was struggling and spitting out milk in his hand.

"What's wrong, Frank? Why are you so flustered?" Cattleya asked, puzzled.

Frank said urgently: