They all call me Great Master

Chapter 203 Confusion x Compensation x Her

Clay was dead.

At this moment, Bernice's younger son lay flat on his back on the floor, his throat slit open, blood pooled all around him, his eyes wide open.

Haywood stared at the scene, completely stunned.

Just moments before at No. 2 Cork Street, Haywood had never doubted Arthur like Mr. and Mrs. Bernice had, having witnessed Arthur's abilities, he had full confidence in them.

But this ruthless landlord had never imagined that Arthur could be this powerful.

To be able to "prophesy"!

"If it's possible, I both hope to encounter him and hope he does not encounter me."

Look at this sentence!

By that time, Lord Kledos probably had already foreseen what was going to befall Clay, yet the compassionate Lord Kledos did not give up, nor did he wish for Mr. and Mrs. Bernice to suffer this unprecedented sorrow, and therefore, he chose No. 17 Xilin Street over the much more cost-effective No. 14 Cork Street and No. 333 Russell Street.

All to save the poor Clay.

Unfortunately...

It was still too late!

"So that's how it is—Your magnanimity truly inspires respect, offering help to the misunderstood without holding any grudges," said Haywood, his face revealing a sudden understanding as he bowed respectfully to Arthur.

This time, the ruthless landlord looked at Arthur with not only the usual fear but also a hint of respect added.

Arthur really wanted to say, you're overthinking it.

Coincidence!

It was all a coincidence. I was just trying to avoid becoming the "Creator of the Haunted House", who knew I would run straight into "Grim Reaper's Favor."

Arthur, internally roaring with anger, wore a faint look of sorrow on his face as he stared at the body and said softly—

"Go call the police."

"Yes, Lord Kledos."

Haywood rushed outside, while the landlord remained in shock even after the police arrived.

As Malz entered No. 17 Xilin Street and saw Arthur standing next to the body, he couldn't help but cover his face, and after approaching, he whispered—

"Arthur, how about you rest at home for a few weeks before going out again?

Or perhaps, you could travel to another city for a few weeks?

Everyone at the Shire District Police Station is overworked; just look at Dico's dark circles. He hasn't gone home to see his daughter in two days."

Arthur simply rolled his eyes upon hearing this.

He didn't want this either!

But it was such a coincidence; wherever he went, someone ended up dead.

"Could it be some unknown side effect of the so-called 'Dark Serpent' bloodline?" Arthur wondered to himself, patting the old sheriff's shoulder.

"What about Bob?

I'm looking forward to your friend's arrival—I have a feeling that once he comes, we won't have to go through this anymore!

There will definitely be a change!" Arthur pointed at Clay's body on the ground and said with conviction.

"He should be here soon. Although he didn't reply to my message, I know that he will come!" the old sheriff assured.

Arthur nodded, and then both men turned their full attention back to Clay.

"The technique was quite professional, and without a moment's hesitation, the murderer slit the victim's throat from behind," the old sheriff said confidently, staring at the wound on the corpse's neck. However, he frowned slightly at the sight of other injuries on the body.

On Clay's chest and abdomen, there were more wounds.

By the looks of them, they were caused by a small knife or a dagger.

But the depth of the wounds varied.

Moreover, the angle at which they were inflicted on the body was irregular.

The old sheriff, who had served in the Seven Years' War and then spent thirty years as a policeman, immediately thought of one possibility: multiple perpetrators.

Instinctively, the old sheriff cast an inquiring look at his partner.

Arthur agreed with the old sheriff's assessment.

Meanwhile, he also pointed to the floor drowned in blood.

"Hmm?"

The old sheriff squinted his eyes and looked closely, only then surprised to notice that under the covering of the corpse's blood, someone had drawn a pentagram on the floorboard with white and red powders.

Instantly, the old sheriff was startled. Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire

"Could it be?"

"It's not."

Arthur responded with certainty, and at the same time, picked up a bit of the white and red powders from the corner that were not drowned by the fresh blood and handed it to the old sheriff.

"Is this... salt and red brick powder?"

After receiving it, the old sheriff rubbed it with his fingers and sniffed it under his nose, then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Salt can drive away evil, and red brick powder can block the peeping of evil spirits—this is true. But the salt must be coarse salt, while the red brick powder must be chosen from the red bricks of a thriving family's building, and it also needs to be consecrated! More importantly, they can be used together, but must be clearly separated. Like this mixture, it will only interfere with their effects, and even have the opposite effect."

Arthur explained.

This was the most common method of exorcism used by 'hunters' that 'Detective' Alberts had mentioned during a conversation. If you could make salt bullets and shoot them from a firearm, the effect would be better. Combined with iron and silver, it could effectively harm evil spirits—but the premise is, these items only work if they are consecrated in the unique way of the 'hunters'; without consecration, they're just displays.

In simple terms, they're useful only after being consecrated; without it, they're just decorations.

"So, someone half understands these things, trying to be mystifying?"

The old sheriff voiced his own speculation.

"If that's all there is to it, then that really would be the best outcome—those who know only half are always the most frightening. Especially on the mystic side, those who cause big trouble are always these people!"

Arthur lowered his voice and made a gesture to the old sheriff where no one else could see.

The old sheriff immediately tensed up.

Without showing any change in expression, the old sheriff turned around and began to call out as per procedure—

"Hunter, Newt, you guys seal the house.

Dico, go find out the identity of the deceased..."

"He is Clay, the second son of Mr. and Mrs. Bernice."

Arthur said indifferently from the side.

"Eh, is his spirit nearby?"

The old sheriff looked around curiously, obviously trying to find the spirit of Clay.

"No, it was his parents who asked me to find him."

Arthur shook his head.

Suddenly, the old sheriff's expression became complicated.

He didn't quite know what to make of Clay's parents.

Of course, there was no malice involved. The old sheriff had a great deal of trust in the abilities of his partner, but was it too careless of them to entrust a person favored by the 'Grim Reaper' to find their son?

Poor Clay.

The old sheriff sighed inwardly and continued with what he had been saying—

"Dico, go and notify the deceased's relatives.

Simon, you take people to visit the neighbors, see if anyone heard or saw anything last night."

"Yes, Police Chief!"

The officers, along with the patrolmen, started to take action.

The old sheriff wasn't idle either. He started to inspect the interior of No. 17 Xilin Street meticulously along with Arthur.

However, the murderer had cleaned the entire building very cleanly, leaving no clues.

About half an hour later, Mr. and Mrs. Bernice, who had just left not long ago, appeared again, with Mrs. Bernice crying out loud upon seeing her dead son.

Mr. Bernice, on the other hand, had a sullen face, and murderous intent began to boil in his eyes. Arthur saw clearly that this gentleman made several gestures to his bodyguard.

How could a person who started from shipping be simple?

Then, the gentleman walked directly up to Arthur and said earnestly—

"20,000 gold notes to help me find the person who killed Clay!"

Mr. Bernice named a true high price.

In response, Arthur showed surprise, but the young 'Spirit Medium's' attention was still drawn by someone who stepped down from a carriage behind him, revealing surprise in his eyes—

Why has she come?