The kerosene ignited instantly, flames flowing like water straight across the corpses.
The bodies that had been twitching began thrashing even harder.
One of them even stood up.
But it was no use.
Under the raging flames, it finally collapsed, burned to a crisp just like the first corpse.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the motionless bodies.
Then everyone looked at Arthur.
Patrol officers, the lawyer, and even the scheming merchant association heirs and their men all watched Arthur with a mixture of awe and curiosity.
They had all heard his chant.
That mysterious power must have infused the flames and destroyed the uncanny presence!
Otherwise, ordinary fire could never have been that powerful!
That was what everyone thought.
And that was exactly what Arthur wanted.
The truth?
The flames had been the decisive force. The chanting had merely set the mood.
Naturally, that chant had come from Old Charlie.
However, to better suit the situation, Arthur had added "Let the faded halt, let the ashes burn" to the original.
Of course, Arthur had done this for more XP. He had never forgotten how important XP was to him, and whenever an opportunity arose, he had to give it a try.
That was precisely what he had just done.
Little Coste and Little Emond would most likely lose their fortunes after daybreak, and might even lose their lives afterward.
But for a while, the two would attract considerable attention.
And they would certainly spread word of what had just happened.
They would tell stories in taverns in exchange for a meal, or put on mysterious airs while begging in the streets.
Arthur did not care what became of them.
He only cared about the effect they would produce.
Given their identities, that effect would certainly