Arthur rubbed his brow, a helpless look settling over his face.
He suspected someone had cursed him with "corpses will appear nearby whenever you leave the house."
Otherwise, why did he keep running into things like this?
Was he really the "Grim Reaper"?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Arthur vehemently denied it inwardly, while the coachman had already begun explaining himself in a panic amid the screams of the surrounding passersby.
"It wasn't me!"
"I don't know what happened!"
His feeble explanations did nothing to convince the people around him.
Especially when patrol officers emerged from the nearby police station-the coachman turned and ran.
Arthur had the [Hand of the Void] tug on his trouser leg.
Thud!
The coachman, whose clothes were already damp, fell flat into the muddy water. Simon, leading the officers, lunged forward like the wind and immediately slapped him twice.
Smack! Smack!
"Running, huh? I'll teach you to run!"
Cursing, Simon hauled him up and kicked him again. Only after having the patrol officers beside him restrain the man did he hurry over to Arthur.
"Consultant!"
Arthur glanced at his new uniform and smiled.
"Promoted to Probationary Officer?"
"Hehe."
The tall, thin Simon immediately grinned.
Arthur noticed a trace of embarrassment and sheepishness on the Probationary Officer's face.
He knew exactly why.
Every patrol officer wanted to become a constable, and Simon was naturally no exception.
But Simon probably had never imagined it would happen so easily—he had become a Probationary Officer just by loading bullets for Andy. Such good fortune made him feel as though he were dreaming.
It also made Simon all the more eager to prove himself.
After all, as Simon saw it, Rooney had earned his promotion to Probationary Officer with a body covered in injuries.
And him?
He had simply gotten lucky.
That