Dottas lowered his head and stared at the pitch-black blade, his mouth hanging wide open as though he wanted to say something. But the next instant, the longsword swept upward.
Squelch!
Half the Rat Street "contact's" body split open.
Thud!
He collapsed to the ground, his life ebbing away as he twitched.
The longsword did not stop. After its upward stroke, it traced a graceful circle, and the two outlaws closest to Dottas fell, clutching their throats.
The remaining three outlaws finally reacted.
Almost instinctively, the three huddled together.
Then-
An enormous gun muzzle pointed straight at them.
Bang!
The Thunder Gun roared like a small cannon.
Seven pellets engulfed the three men, followed by a series of wet thuds as they struck flesh.
The three outlaws fell to the ground, their bodies mangled.
Arthur turned around unhurriedly, but his gaze once again went to the entrance of Pine Street. To ordinary eyes, no one was there, yet his [Death Intuition] was flashing.
Clearly, behind these six outlaws, there was also someone from the Mystical Side.
Casually tossing the Thunder Gun aside, Arthur stood with his sword in hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and began silently chanting. His free hand slowly undid the double-breasted buttons of his trench coat.
His movements were extremely slow, his fingers moving in a peculiar way.
In the skill list that only Arthur could see, [Bluff] flashed once again.
Urto, concealed in the shadows, was startled.
He could not tell what Mystic Art Arthur was using.
But he knew he had to interrupt it!
Without hesitation, Urto raised his hand and fired a crossbow bolt.
A flintlock was more powerful, but a crossbow bolt was more accurate!
Whoosh!
The bolt skimmed past Arthur and embedded itself in a tree trunk among the shrubs behind him.