Mystery: A Spark

"Ah, yes, yes."

Arthur nodded vigorously, as if to say, "You don't need to say anything, I understand."

His attitude was like Garen getting a Piercing Bow, making Hugh silent and vulnerable.

Seeing that Hugh was so disoriented by Arthur's words that he had forgotten the main purpose of their visit, Fors couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

She asked:

"Based on our speculation, this honorific title refers to a mysterious being known as the Fool. Arthur, what do you know about this being?"

“I do know a little about him,” Arthur said calmly, showing no unusual reaction upon hearing the name Fool.

Upon hearing his words, Hugh disregarded his guard and immediately perked up his ears to listen.

Fors listened intently, for her hope of escaping the curse of the full moon largely rested on this Fool.

“As far as I know, this Fool is a mysterious being who enjoys equivalent exchanges.” After saying that, Arthur stopped talking.

"That's it?" Fors was a little stunned.

"That's all. You know, even our Church of the Righteous Gods doesn't have much detailed information about mysterious beings like this," Arthur said calmly.

"Liar, what's the difference between saying this and not saying anything at all..." Fors muttered to himself.

Hugh was also somewhat disappointed. Looking at Arthur's smiling face, she knew that she probably wouldn't be able to find out anything today.

So, she thought for a moment and said:

"Arthur, do you think I need to have an exorcism performed? Do you have any connections in that area?"

"I can't give you advice on whether or not to perform an exorcism ritual, but if you need someone to exorcise an evil spirit for you..."

Arthur pointed to himself with his thumb and said with a smile:

"Why don't you come to me?"

"You?" Hugh was taken aback.

“That’s right, it’s me. And I can tell you that among all the exorcists you can find in Backlund, none of the exorcisms you can afford will be as effective as mine, and you definitely can’t afford anyone with stronger exorcism abilities than me,” Arthur said calmly.

Because of the Church of Storms' animosity towards the Church of the Eternal Sun, it is very difficult to find extraordinary beings of the Sun Path in Backlund.

Even if they exist, they are merely low-sequence wild extraordinary beings.

Within the Church of Storms, there are virtually no extraordinary beings of the Solar Path, only magical items of the Solar Path.

Strangely, however, there are extraordinary individuals within the Church of Storms who possess both the Reader and Audience pathways.

This situation led Arthur to believe that there might be some unspeakable truth hidden within.

The same situation has occurred within the Church of the Night.

When Dunn gave Klein the choice of the extraordinary path, the starting paths he provided included Corpse Collector and Sleepless.

Moreover, there were even voyeurs and diviners.

However, there was no warrior path that belonged to the three families of the Black Death War.

This leads to the conclusion that the Goddess of Night had long ago taken control of the Death Path and was plotting against the God of War.

Arthur couldn't help but have some new guesses about the three gods' betrayal of the ancient sun god.

Of course,

When Arthur traveled through time, Cuttlefish had not yet written the second book of "Lord of Mysteries," titled "Peerless Tarot."

Therefore, unless Arthur receives a direct confirmation from the person involved—the god himself—his guess will ultimately remain just that—a guess.

After hearing Arthur's self-introduction, Hugh and Fors couldn't help but exchange bewildered glances.

The two women were already somewhat confused because Arthur was both a member of the Church of the Earth and seemed to have faith in the mysterious figure known as the Fool.

However, now he hears that Arthur is going to help Hugh exorcise evil spirits, and that these spirits are brought about by reciting the name of the Fool.

This made Hugh and Fors suddenly wonder if the world was no longer the way they imagined it to be.

Just when these two best friends were having their values ​​shaken and starting to question their existence, Arthur spoke up again.

"So, do you need an exorcism service?"

Seeing the smile on Arthur's face, Hugh gritted his teeth and asked:

"how much is it?"

"Twenty pounds, that's a friendly price," Arthur said with a smile.

"Okay." After some hesitation, Hugh decided to spend money to put his mind at ease.

Just like praying to the gods, even if you know it won't do any good and you won't receive their attention, you still can't help but want to pray sometimes, because it can at least bring some peace to your heart.

Arthur stood up and first reminded Hugh and Fors:

"do not worry."

Then, he loosely gripped his left hand with his right hand and slowly drew his two-handed greatsword, Salamani.

In its two-handed sword form, Salamani can be seen as a magical item of the solar pathway, and naturally possesses the ability to ward off evil.

Under Hugh's somewhat nervous gaze, Arthur draped Salamaine over her shoulder and, in a gesture akin to a king bestowing a title upon someone, began to urge Salamaine along.

The next moment, Hugh and Fors saw a pure, warm, and bright light emanating from the strangely shaped greatsword.

The light flowed continuously, turning into a tide that surged towards the two women, engulfing them both.

A few dozen seconds later, everything returned to normal.

Hugh and Fors felt warm all over, very comfortable and at ease.

It's like soaking in a hot spring or taking a sunbath.

......

15 Minsk Street, Joewood District.

Klein, who had set off early in the morning to find the inventor Repard and discuss the bicycle investment project with him, had just returned home.

The chilly morning air made Klein feel a little cold, so he decided to light the fireplace to warm himself up.

Suddenly, he felt a warmth coming from the back of his hand, which dispelled much of the coldness in his body.

Looking down, Klein noticed that the four black dots symbolizing the mysterious space above the gray fog had not appeared.

"Who's so kind as to know I was a little cold just now..." he muttered, half-jokingly and half-doubtingly.

Klein lit the fireplace and then planned to go to the bathroom to check on the situation above the gray fog.

Just then, a loud, hammer-like knocking sound echoed through the room and reached Klein's ears.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Who is it...? Nobody knows how to ring the doorbell... He muttered a couple of times, straightened his collar, went to the door, and reached out to open it.

Before him stood a lean, wiry man with dark skin, deep-set eyes, and a slender build, typical of people from the plateau region.

According to the results of Klein's "spiritual communication" when he sought out Zeryl, his name was Meursault, the "executioner" of the Zmanger Party, and a leader of considerable rank.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for? Do you have something you'd like to ask me to do?" Klein deliberately feigned some confusion.

Meursault wore a black coat and an extravagant silk top hat, but he didn't look like a gentleman at all.

He gave Klein a cold look and asked in return in Rune, which had a strong highland accent:

"You are Sherlock Moriarty?"

“Yes,” Klein replied succinctly.

Meursault nodded stiffly:

"I would like to ask you to find someone."

"We'll discuss the specifics once we're inside." Klein didn't let himself show the slightest abnormality.

Meursault shook his head dismissively:

"unnecessary."

After he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly sharpened:

"The person I'm looking for is Ian, Ian Wright. He has bright red eyes, is about fifteen or sixteen years old, and likes to wear an old brown coat and a matching bowler hat. I think you should know him."

Klein chuckled and said:

"I do not understand what you are saying."

Meursault seemed not to hear the other's denial: "He's a thief who stole something very important from me. You'll get at least £10 if you find him."

"You've provided too few clues," Klein casually offered an excuse.

“30 pounds,” Meursault offered his new quote.

Klein glanced at him and said:

"No, that goes against my principles of confidentiality."

“50 pounds,” Meursault replied coldly.

"...I'm sorry, I won't take this mission." Klein paused for two seconds, but ultimately chose to refuse.

Chapter 120 Be Careful of Slippery Ground

At the entrance of 15 Minsk Street, the atmosphere between the two became tense after Klein refused Meursault's request once again.

What neither of them noticed was that in an inconspicuous place, a fluffy little white ball of fur was watching the standoff with great interest.

Arthas wasn't too close to Klein and Meursault, so normally he wouldn't have been able to hear their conversation.

But this was no problem for the puppy. Its little ears twitched slightly, and the two people's conversation was clearly heard.

After hearing the rejection again, Meursault slowly and intently scrutinized Klein for several seconds, his gaze gradually turning cold and fierce.

He didn't offer any new quote, nor did he politely say goodbye. He turned around abruptly and strode quickly toward the end of the street.

This gang's intelligence capabilities are quite impressive; they were even able to find out that Ian had come to see me before... Klein thought to himself, without feeling too much worry or fear because of it.

After all, he was someone who had experienced the Tingen incident as a night watchman.