Dear Mr. Credos,
Please forgive this unsolicited letter, but I have encountered the strangest affair of my life and have no choice but to seek your help.
If you are willing to help me, please come to Ymir Manor in the Jia'er Mountains. I have enclosed your travel expenses.
I am sorry I cannot tell you more. I fear that putting it in writing would bring disaster upon me immediately.
If you are unwilling to come, please keep the Gold Tickets anyway, as compensation.
Looking forward to meeting you, Hels
September 20, 1979
The letter had been sent a week earlier. The handwriting was neat, and the wording unfailingly polite.
Looking at the handwriting, Arthur pictured a well-mannered middle-aged man.
When Arthur picked up the envelope with the [Hand of the Void] and tapped it against the corner of the desk, two Gold Tickets with a face value of ten fell out.
And wealthy, too!
Arthur added that to his mental assessment.
However, Arthur had no intention of going.
First, the Jia'er Mountains were simply too far away. Although Arthur knew nothing of this so-called Ymir Manor, he did remember the Jia'er Mountains. They lay at the edge of the South Los territory, nearly three hundred kilometers from South Los.
Traveling light on a fast horse would still take two days.
He could make better time by riding day and night, but the horse would never hold up.
By carriage, the journey would take three days at best, or four to five at a slower pace. An eight-to-ten-day round trip was far too long for Arthur at present. He still needed to wait here for Hite to contact the other Blood Scion so he could carry out the next stage of his plan. Leaving South Los was out of