Clay was dead.
Bernice's second son lay flat on his back on the floor, his throat slit, blood pooling around him, his eyes wide open.
Haywood stared at the scene, utterly stunned.
Back at 2 Kirk Street, Haywood had never doubted Arthur the way Bernice had. Having witnessed Arthur's abilities, he had absolute faith in them.
But the unscrupulous landlord had never imagined that Arthur could be this powerful.
He could actually "foretell" the future!
"If possible, I both hope to meet him and hope he never meets me."
Just look at those words!
Lord Credos must have already foreseen Clay's fate back then. Yet the merciful Lord Credos had refused to give up or let the Bernices suffer such unprecedented grief. That was why he had passed over the clearly more cost-effective 14 Kirk Street and 333 Russell Street to come to 17 Xilin Street first.
All to save poor Clay.
Unfortunately...
He had still arrived too late!
"So that was it-your generosity is truly admirable. Even when misunderstood, you set aside any resentment and still offer your help."
Understanding dawned on Haywood's face, and he bowed to Arthur.
This time, alongside the usual fear in the unscrupulous landlord's gaze, there was a measure of respect.
Arthur very much wanted to tell him he was overthinking it.
Coincidence!
This was all a coincidence! I was just trying to avoid becoming a 'Haunted House Maker.' Who knew I'd run straight into being 'favored by the Grim Reaper'?
Though Arthur was roaring inwardly, a faint sadness rested on his face. Looking at the body, he said softly-
"Go report this to the police."
"Yes, Lord Credos."
Haywood rushed outside. The landlord standing nearby was still terrified even after the police arrived.
When Maltz entered 17 Xilin Street and saw Arthur standing