They all call me Great Master

Clad in pure white, representing the "Death" cloak, Morielk's gaze towards Arthur was indifferent.

It could even be said to be dismissive.

As the bass of the "Death Poetry Society. Thirty Choir," Morielk had this privilege.

The regular members of the "Death Poetry Society. Thirty Choir" were already the elite of the "Death Poetry Society," not to mention the "Death Bass. Male."

As one of the Four Sounds, Morielk's status within the "Death Poetry Society. Thirty Choir" was only below that of the Right Pastor and the Left Cantor.

He was genuinely an Arcana Level powerhouse.

If not for that spy's excessively special status, a powerhouse of this level would not care about anything minor.

Even South Los was no exception.

Their focus was always on more core matters.

Such as...

Inner Bay!

Compared to the not yet strong enough Mother Tigress, the gradually declining but still formidable Old Lion was their target.

Not only because of the society president's preference but also because of the secrets held by the "Old Lion" — that was what they were concerned about.

As for Arthur?

Though he had heard some reputation of Charlie Credos, it still did not matter to this "Death Bass. Male."

And Arthur himself?

He was an entirely insignificant character, good only to be taken back in exchange for the captured Grover.

If Grover was dead?

Then he would simply provide a burial for Grover.

Although the spy had secretly mentioned that Arthur Credos possessed an extraordinary "Death Talent," he did not feel it now.

And furthermore...

Since he possessed "Death Talent," it's impossible that the "Death Poetry Society" hadn't noticed him — the Right Pastor, as one esteemed person, performed "Divination" every three years to identify members with "Death Talent" and subsequently bring them back for training.

With that esteemed person's caution, how could South Los possibly be overlooked?

With that esteemed person's power, how could he fail to "Divine" Arthur's presence?

Thus, it was just a coincidence.

All of it was coincidental.

Morielk stood there, watching Arthur, his grey eyes devoid of any emotion, unflinched by any of Arthur's resistance.

The ignorant always try to please him with their actions.

To this, he did not mind.

"Consider it the sole pleasure of this journey," he thought.

This member of the "Death Poetry Society" thus mused.

For the sake of concealing his movements, upon receiving the spy's secret message, Morielk had set out overnight without much fanfare, almost without rest, and had finally arrived in South Los.

However, upon reaching South Los, he found that the target had left.

This compelled Morielk to chase once more.

Luckily, he encountered the fools from the "Cloak Society" who actually knew the target's whereabouts.

No further action was needed; merely mentioning his name got these fools to voluntarily lead the way.

However, the "Arcana Level" member of the "Bloodline Clan" mentioned by these fools did capture Morielk's attention — and thus, he meticulously searched the surroundings, ensuring the other wasn't nearby before revealing himself.

"Perhaps I can absorb him!

The legacy of the 'Blood Marquis'...

That is quite substantial!"

Morielk thought to himself, his gaze on Arthur becoming visibly impatient — since the very beginning, the target had been checking his cat, scanning his companions, and then even adding more firewood.

Morielk did not understand why the target would do this.

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But then, Morielk's patience ran out.

This member of the "Death Poetry Society. Thirty Choir" was ready to make his move.

However, before acting, he habitually said,

"I am delighted, Death, to have this encounter with you!"

After speaking, the other was ready to make his move.

And just at that moment, after checking that both Pendragon and Simon were temporarily fine, Arthur, without even lifting his head, replied,

"You are pleased too soon!"

The hand that Morielk had raised quivered at these words.

The next moment, he harshly shouted,

"How disrespectful!"

Then he swung out violently.

The dense, mist-like grayish-white seemed like a giant python emerging from a mountain stream, carrying with it the wails of death, charging straight towards Arthur.

The young 'Spirit Medium' appeared to be deterred by such a death threat, sitting motionless, letting himself be engulfed by the grayish-white Aura of Death.

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Watching this scene, Morielk let out a cold laugh.

All for show!

In his heart, this member of the 'Death Poetry Society.Thirty Choir' judged so, while he began to control the output of 'Aura of Death'.

What he needed was to capture the opponent, not to kill them.

But when he tried to manipulate the 'Aura of Death', he suddenly realized that his 'Aura of Death' was no longer under his control, being continuously absorbed by Arthur.

This startled Morielk.

Almost instinctively, this member of the 'Death Poetry Society.Thirty Choir' increased the output of the 'Aura of Death'.

Boom!

The originally human-thigh-thick grayish-white mist instantly became as thick as a water tank.

Moreover, if it resembled a python before, it had now transformed into a giant python—the dense grayish-white mist formed the body, eyes, and fangs of the python.

The grayish-white eyes, larger than a watermelon, stared at Arthur, revealing a fierce gleam.

Out of nowhere, a wind arose!

It was a stinking and fierce wind!

This wind swept through the surroundings.

The flowers and trees, already beginning to wither in early autumn, withered instantly.

All vitality dissipated.

Only death remained.

Roar!

The Death Python stood upright with its upper body, its two-story-high frame casting a shadow directly over Arthur, who sat on a log by the fire pit.

It looked very real, unfortunately, it was all fake…

'Not edible.'

The young 'Spirit Medium' lifted his head, glanced at it, and expressed such a sigh.

This provoked Morielk, the member of the 'Death Poetry Society.Thirty Choir', who sharply said,

"Although I don't know what method you just used, I was just being careless.

Now, this is my true power—'Arcana Level'!

I hope you can always remain so calm!"

Amid his words, the 'Death Python' charged at Arthur, bringing a foul wind with its bite.

A cold smile appeared in Morielk's gray eyes.

By now, Morielk had abandoned the idea of capturing.

Arthur's insult just now made the member of the 'Death Poetry Society.Thirty Choir' decide to kill Arthur.

Of course, not directly.

But to…

Thoroughly torment him!

The rage in his heart made Morielk's face under the hood contorted ferociously.

But the next moment, the ferocity on his face turned into a daze.

The life-stealing stench passed by like the spring breeze that brings life.

The fearsome python struck like a mayfly shaking a tree.

Useless!

Not only did the 'Death Python' lose its intended effect, but what was even more terrifying for this member of the 'Death Poetry Society.Thirty Choir' was—

This time, it wasn't just the 'Aura of Death' he released that was out of control; the 'Aura of Death' within his body was also being continuously drawn out.

All flowing into…

Arthur's body!

"This?!

'Great Arcana Level'

No!

Not right!"

Morielk was shocked and instinctively shouted, but his words felt incorrect as they left his mouth.

He had seen 'Great Arcana Level' experts before, but even they did not possess such power.

The next moment, this member of the 'Death Poetry Society.Thirty Choir' suddenly realized something and exclaimed—

"Entrant!"