Mystery: A Spark

"George III's henchmen weren't entirely on his side, were they?"

“Madam, you are very perceptive,” Arthur praised with a smile.

Bernadette's lips curled up slightly, then quickly returned to their normal shape.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then asked:

"So, do you know the locations of George III's nine mausoleums?"

“I’ll find a way to confirm,” Arthur replied.

The original work only describes the locations of a few mausoleums, while the others are only mentioned in passing, so he now has to investigate on his own.

“Once you’ve confirmed it, have Arthas send me a message. I will come with Bonova. In terms of strength alone, he and I can each take care of a mausoleum on our own. I’m not afraid even if William I were to come face to face,” Bernadette said with a rather domineering air.

"Alright, George III has a limited number of high-ranking officials under his command, and not many angel-level combatants either. Once we confirm the locations of the nine mausoleums, we'll work together to find a way to crush this bastard in his tomb."

“Didn’t he like building tombs? Dying in a tomb is a fitting end,” Arthur said in a deep voice.

“Then it’s settled.” Bernadette stood up and waved her hand to dispel the flower barrier and the pea vine bench.

Caught off guard, Arthur fell flat on his backside.

Bernadette smiled slyly and turned to leave, but then stopped as if she had remembered something.

"Oh, right, there's something I forgot to tell you earlier," Bernadette said, snapping out of her reverie as she looked at Arthur, who was getting up from the ground.

"What did you say?" Arthur asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Well, if you want my help, you don't need to talk to me about so many benefits and losses. Just tell me what you want me to do for you."

After saying that, Bernadette disappeared.

Arthur was left standing there, completely bewildered.

Chapter 283 Another Move

"Hiss~ What does she mean by that?"

Arthur scratched his head and muttered to himself, looking puzzled.

He felt his CPU was overheating.

If we look at the words literally, Bernadette probably wanted him to ask her for help in the future without having to talk about their vested interests; he could just say he needed help.

But Arthur felt that there was something else behind Bernadette's words.

However, he is not able to understand it for the time being.

Behind him, Arthas, who had just witnessed the entire process, couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

It was speechless at its owner's slowness.

"Forget it, I won't think about it anymore." Unable to figure it out, Arthur finally gave up thinking and began the next step of the plan.

He took out the ritual materials from the emblem and then set up the ceremony to summon the messenger.

After placing a gold coin on the altar, Arthur took two steps back and chanted in ancient Hermes:

"I!

"I summon in my name:"

“A spirit that wanders in illusion, a benevolent creature that can be commanded, a messenger belonging exclusively to Gehrman Sparrow.”

The howling wind swirled and lingered, and the flames of the altar candles rapidly expanded, turning noticeably pale.

Renette Tinicol emerged slowly, still wearing that gloomy and elaborate black dress, carrying four identical beautiful heads, looking much the same as usual.

However, the moment Arthur saw her, he narrowed his eyes slightly, because he noticed something: this messenger seemed different from before.

“Want…” “Send…” “What…” “What?” Renette Tinicol’s four heads asked in turn.

Various thoughts flashed through Arthur's mind. He thought for two seconds, then smiled and said:

“That’s right, madam. The reason I summoned you this time is not to have you deliver the letter to Gehrman Sparrow.”

“Then you…” “are you going to…” “give it to…” “who?” Renette Tinicol’s four heads all showed confused expressions.

Generally speaking, summoning someone's messenger but not allowing it to deliver the message to their contractor is pure suicidal behavior.

Because of this, the messenger, being unbound by a contract, would often do dangerous things to the person who set up the summoning ritual.

But Arthur wasn't worried about that at all. He took out several purple rhombus-shaped stones from the emblem, handed them to Renette Tinicol, and said with a light laugh:

"Madam, please give these items to the person behind you."

After Renette Tinicol took the stones with her mouth, Arthur took a box of cigars from the emblem and handed it to her.

"This is also for that person."

This box of cigars was originally a gift from Azik to Arthur. Arthur originally intended to use it to show off, but he couldn't find a good opportunity to do so, so it was left behind.

His purpose in giving the box of cigars to Torzner was certainly not to offer the big shot a cigarette, but rather to have other implications.

Of course, if Torzner really wants to try this box of cigars, that's his prerogative.

Renette Tinicol stared blankly at the cigar in Arthur's hand, her four heads displaying somewhat bewildered expressions.

However, after hesitating for a moment, she still used the mouth of her head to bite the cigar box and then disappeared into the candlelight.

As the messenger left with the things he had given her, a smile appeared on Arthur's face.

……

Inside the solemn black castle.

Torzner took the stones and cigar box from Renette Tinicol and examined them carefully.

After a while, he smiled and said:

"Hehe, what a clever hint."

“My lord,” “I…” “Not quite…” “I understand.” Renette Tinicol’s four pairs of eyes looked at the cigar box with some confusion.

While the stones might have some special use, the cigar box was something she simply couldn't figure out.

What does this mean? Does it mean she's inviting her boss to smoke a cigar?

Renette Tinicol found it utterly absurd, but the next second, she actually saw her boss open the cigar box, take out a cigar, and start heating it over a fire.

Seeing the question marks all over Renée Tinicol's face, Torzner chuckled:

"Don't worry about it. Go and invite that boy from the Salinger family over."

“Yes,” “My lord.” Renette Tinicol bowed and left.

After a while, Azik, with his bronze skin and a mole near his ear, arrived at the place.

"Your Highness, you wanted to see me?" he asked, bowing slightly.

"Salinger lad, do you know your fate?" Torzner asked, sitting in a high-backed chair, a cigar in his hand.

"I don't know. I've lost many of my past memories. Please enlighten me, Your Highness," Azik said with some anticipation.

"I wouldn't call it giving pointers, I just wanted to make you aware of your situation." Torzner took a puff of his cigar and elegantly exhaled a smoke ring.

Azik was a little confused. He looked at the cigar box on the long table in front of him and suddenly felt that it looked familiar.

"This is……"

Torzner chuckled softly and said:

“You should know that you are a descendant of the Grim Reaper Salinger, but you don’t know why you have become like this, constantly dying and being resurrected, resurrected and dying again. But I can tell you the answer.”

"Please enlighten me, Your Highness," Azik said respectfully.

Torzner's handsome face was shrouded in smoke, as if he were lost in memories.

After a while, he frankly began to talk about his dark past:

"Before the Pale Calamity, although I had some problems, I was generally okay. However, at that time I was no match for Salinger, so I was undoubtedly suppressed by Him and could not affect the situation in the North and South continents at that time."

"And during that time, Salinger had a mental breakdown. He was misled by someone and tried to force the Red Priest's uniqueness into the River of Eternal Darkness. As a result, he went mad."

"It's one thing for Him to be insane, but He actually wants to join forces with Chik, combining all the power of the Southern Continent to fight those seven guys from the Northern Continent. Heh..."

Torzner smiled enigmatically and continued:

“I admire His courage to forge a new path, but I don’t think highly of His approach. If those seven guys were all a bunch of fools, that would be one thing, but the key is that there’s a cunning old fox among the seven gods… um… a rather wise person.”

"Although Salinger was very strong at that time, it was not enough for Him to crush everything with violence. In the end, Salinger failed as expected, and the power of the Southern Continent was also scattered and entered a period of decline."

"However, He was still unwilling to accept his fate before He died, so He made arrangements to give Him hope of resurrection."

Azik's eyes narrowed slightly as he said:

"Am I the one who set up this?"

“That’s right. The reason you keep dying and being resurrected is because your soul was torn in two by Salinger. One half stayed in your body and merged with something, while the other half disappeared.” Torzner took another puff of his cigar, letting the smoke envelop his face.

“Your Highness, you mean…” Azik understood somewhat.

"That's right, I can help you retrieve that thing and restore your soul to some extent. Although it still won't bring you back to your peak condition, it will ensure that you never have to die and be resurrected again."

“And most importantly, your personality will not change, because the material I used to repair your soul is pure soul power, without any imprint of other people’s spirits,” Torzner said leisurely.

"So, do you want to receive treatment?"

“Of course,” Azik replied without hesitation.

Chapter 284: You’re lame if you fool around

"Have you really thought about it?"

Torzner confirmed it again.

“Once I take action, you will have no way to back out. Don’t you want to return to the Death Archon you were back then?”

"Although I can repair your soul to a certain extent, it's like someone whose body has been cut in half and whose wound has barely healed. For a long time, you will only be able to face everything in a weakened state with half a soul."

Even so, do you still agree?

Azik was silent for a moment, then raised his hand to rub his temple, looked at the cigar box on the table in front of him, and smiled calmly: