The indifferent voice held no trace of emotion. Like the bitter wind from the far north of North County, it froze not only the body, but the soul.
The lady holding up her skirt felt a chill in her heart.
Yet she did not panic.
Since she had dared to come today, she had naturally considered this possibility.
Besides, she believed the item tucked against her chest would keep her safe.
So the lady from the mystical side immediately put on a sweet smile and instinctively said,
"I can explain..."
As she spoke, she raised her head.
Then...
She saw Arthur's icy eyes.
Killing intent!
Utterly undisguised killing intent!
Having seen that look several times before, the lady's words caught in her throat. Beside her, the coachman tightened one hand around his whip while quietly slipping the other into his pocket.
Arthur saw it, but pretended not to.
He simply continued speaking.
"If not for my promise, do you think you'd still be standing here talking to me?
The fellow who attacked my friend last night was one of yours too, wasn't he?
Follow me.
His corpse is inside!
Now take his corpse and get out of here!"
With that, Arthur headed straight into 2 Kirk Street.
The lady who had just stepped down from the carriage exchanged a glance with the coachman. Horror spread across both their faces, and panic rose in their hearts. One of their companions, Bagua, had gone to test Maltz and never returned after leaving last night. That morning, they had considered all sorts of possibilities: perhaps an accident had brought him face-to-face with the Blood Clan, or perhaps he had noticed something wrong and fled. But they had never imagined he was dead.
With the Mystic Art he commanded, a densely populated city like