Morrilke, clad in a pure white cloak that represented "Death," looked at Arthur with indifference.
He could even be said to have disregarded him entirely.
As the bass singer of the Death Poetry Society's Thirtieth Choir, Morrilke had that right.
Even ordinary members of the Thirtieth Choir were elites of the Death Poetry Society, let alone its Male Death Bass.
As one of the Four Tones, Morrilke ranked below only the Right Patriarch and the Left Cantor within the Thirtieth Choir.
He was a genuine Arcana Rank powerhouse.
Had the Hidden Pawn's identity not been so unusual, a powerhouse of his caliber would never have bothered with local affairs.
Even South Los was no exception.
Their attention was always focused somewhere more central.
For instance...
The Inner Bay!
Compared to Mother Tiger, who was not yet strong enough, Old Lion, whose strength was waning but whose influence remained, was their true target.
This was not merely because of the Society President's "preferences," but also because of "the secrets Old Lion held"-those were what truly interested them.
As for Arthur?
Although he had heard something of Charlie Credos's reputation, it was still nothing this Male Death Bass needed to concern himself with.
And Arthur himself?
He was an utterly insignificant figure. Morrilke only needed to take him back and exchange him for the captured Grover.
And if Grover was dead?
Then Arthur could accompany Grover to the grave.
Although the Hidden Pawn's secret letter had mentioned that Arthur Credos possessed an extraordinary Death Talent, Morrilke could sense no sign of it now.
Besides...
Anyone with a Death Talent could not possibly escape the Death Poetry Society's notice-the Right Patriarch performed a divination every three years to identify people with a Death Talent, who were then brought back to their headquarters for