Jennifer froze.
Was he insulting me?
No!
He wasn't insulting me!
Then who was it?
When that question surfaced in the mind of this woman from the Mystical Side, an answer immediately sprang up-her employer!
The person who had paid a fortune to hire them for a seemingly simple task that had cost them dearly.
The "Medium" before her knew... no, he must have been quite familiar with that employer!
Only someone familiar with the employer would speak about them in that tone.
Clearly, this was not the first time that employer had done something like this.
Then...
What happened to the people that employer hired before us?
As she thought it over, cold sweat spread across Jennifer's back.
Suddenly, Bagua's corpse felt impossibly heavy, too heavy for her to hold, because as she looked at his eyes, still open in death, she felt as though she were looking at her future self.
No!
I would never accept a future like that!
"Sir?"
Jennifer swallowed to moisten her dry throat, then spoke tentatively.
Arthur frowned slightly. Rather than say anything more, he simply urged her to leave.
"Leave at once."
"Sir, I would like to..."
"Hmph!"
"Do you think that because I keep my promises and cannot kill indiscriminately, you can act as you please inside 2 Kirk Street? Death is sometimes a mercy!"
Arthur interrupted Jennifer again.
But Jennifer could not make out the latter part of his words at all, because the moment Arthur snorted, a thunderous boom exploded beside her ears.
Caught completely off guard, Jennifer staggered backward in fright, her chest tightening.
"No!"
"Mr. Credos, I mean you no disrespect whatsoever!"
"I'm simply at a loss right now, so I hoped to make an equivalent exchange with you for some information!"
Jennifer immediately spoke faster.
She