Arthur thought of the Death Poetry Society.
According to Potteriman, the Death Poetry Society worked quite closely with the Old Lion of the Inner Bay!
After all, he was the Death Saint!
With the Death Poetry Society's help, getting close to the Old Lion's gold mine should not be difficult.
But besides Potteriman, its Left Cantor, the Death Poetry Society also had a Right Patriarch!
Compared with Potteriman, this Right Patriarch, Ehrad, concerned Arthur more.
Although he had never met Ehrad, and Potteriman had said little else about him, Arthur could guess that the Death Poetry Society was currently under his control.
To truly draw on the Death Poetry Society's power, he would have to obtain Ehrad's approval.
Or...
Ehrad would have to die.
Arthur rubbed his chin, then shook his head.
He knew too little about the Death Poetry Society.
Without absolute confidence, he was better off maintaining the status quo.
As for the Old Lion's gold mine?
I wonder whether that Countess would be interested?
Arthur pondered it.
Then his thoughts began to branch out.
Could he use the Old Lion's gold mine as a flashpoint to ignite the conflicts between the Inner Bay and the nobles across South County, then...
Have them all turn on the Old Lion!
To achieve that, he would have to make the Old Lion appear weak enough!
And there was another thing: profit!
The latter was easy. The gold mine was the perfect incentive.
As for the former?
It seemed that merely making it look convincing would suffice.
Once the arrow was on the string, they would have no choice but to let it fly!
Of course, that was only one approach.
He could call it Plan A!
As a Medium, Arthur had also come up with Plan B.
That was-
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