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When Wuni flew into the study at No. 6 White Bird Street, Arthur immediately used Wuni's body to hear Marinda's muttered soliloquy.

At this, Arthur expressed his confusion.

What do you mean it's originally like this?

What formidable matter have you grasped yet again?

You're quite like those traditional 'Spirit Mediums', all so shamanistic!

Arthur continuously complained in his heart.

However, on the surface, he was full of apologies—

"Sorry, Marinda, I've disturbed you."

Marinda had a habit of napping for ten minutes at midnight and noon.

If possible, Arthur would prefer not to disturb this lady at such times.

But he really couldn't wait any longer.

Pendragon was still bouncing around, seemingly fine.

But Simon, just as he was falling asleep, turned over inexplicably and bumped into a rock, letting out a groan and then falling unconscious.

Moreover, his breathing began to weaken.

Arthur, however, didn't dare to touch the apprentice policeman.

Because Arthur was well aware that once he touched the apprentice policeman, the latter would only die faster.

"Heh, you're so impatient to show off to me?

How childish!"

Hearing Arthur's voice coming from Wuni's mouth, the lady scoffed as she picked up her pipe, stuffing it with tobacco leaves, while curling her lips in an apparently disdainful manner, but the corner of her eye kept glancing at the crow on the desk, her barely concealed envy spotted by Arthur.

Instantly, Arthur understood what she had misunderstood.

Right away, the young 'Spirit Medium' was ready to explain.

But before the young 'Spirit Medium' could speak, Marinda's chauffeur Edwin walked in.

The chauffeur, surprised, glanced at the large crow on the desk and, at Marinda's gesture to speak freely, immediately reported the news he had just received.

Upon hearing the news, the lady was taken aback.

"Arthur killed one of the 'Death Poetry Society's Thirty Choir's Four Tunes of Death'?"

"Yes!"

"And Arthur is also an 'Entrant'?"

"Yes!"

The incredulous Marinda asked again.

And the chauffeur once again confirmed the answer.

The lady immediately fell silent; she lit her pipe with a match, took a deep drag, and gestured with her hand for Edwin to leave.

When there were once again only two people in the study, the lady stared at Arthur, the speed of her smoke inhalations increasing.

And in her eyes appeared…

Pity!

Yes, it was pity!

Although Arthur was using Wuni's body, he swore he would never mistake such a look.

Even without the Skill of Insight, anyone could discern the two most obvious emotions—one was pity, and the other was... killing intent.

The former carried a trace of warmth.

The latter carried a bone-chilling coldness.

Both looks were so vividly memorable.

But Arthur was puzzled why the lady would give him such a look; it was completely different from what he had expected.

Arthur had imagined that the lady might be surprised, shocked, or even suspicious, angry, and so on.

But he had never considered 'pity'!

'What's going on here?'

Finding himself somewhat unable to follow the lady's train of thought, the wise Arthur wisely kept silent.

In such a situation, he believed the lady would take the initiative to speak.

And indeed, that was the case.

After exhaling another puff of smoke, the lady sighed—

"Hatred can make people irrational!

And vengeance can compel people to sacrifice everything!

This 'Power of Death' that surpasses limits must have brought you great backlash, hasn't it?

In order to avenge the 'Cat Faction.Black', you mastered such power by hook or by crook!

But you were careful, not only hiding this power, but also using other powers as a cover, in your previous battle with 'Shadow Snake' Ciudik, you employed powers to mask this 'Power of Death,' which allowed you to enter a state of overload temporarily without sustaining injury, needing only a few days of rest.

And it was during this rest that you suddenly saw it as an opportunity."

A chance to lure out my enemy!

And the enemy had appeared!

Moreover, it's a level that delights you!

Without any hesitation, you used your hidden power.

Then, you sought my help again...

You sure do trust me, don't you!"

As she said this, Marinda looked at Arthur, who had borrowed Wuni's body, revealing a shallow smile.

'Like hell I trust your evil ways!' Arthur inwardly scoffed at the subtlety and restraint in Marinda's smile.

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He didn't know what was going on in that woman's head.

If he hadn't experienced this himself, he might have believed everything she said.

But...

Why couldn't it be so?

As the contemporary 'Black Cat,' isn't it right that I should avenge the 'Cat Faction. Black'?

And isn't it appropriate for me to have some special powers with great backlash in order to take my revenge?

With this in mind, Arthur, in Wuni's body, nodded slightly.

"Yes, that's right."

Afterward, the young 'Spirit Medium' slightly composed his words before he began to speak directly—

"This was my first time using such power, and its backlash was not as severe as I had imagined, but it has brought even more troublesome issues!

So now, I need a prop that can block my own 'Power of Death,' or one that can shield against things like Death Curses."

"Of course, I'll pay with something of equivalent value or information in return, or I would assist you once."

Arthur stated his request and made his promise.

The two parties were already in collaboration.

There was no such thing as gratuitous help.

Only cooperation under mutual interest existed.

"Indeed, it's the Power of Death!

Is it a forbidden technique performed based on the 'Cat Faction. Black' Core Mystical Arts 'Communicate with Spirits'?

Your identity as the contemporary 'Black Cat' probably can't be concealed any longer!"

Marinda spoke as such and then, once again, she laughed.

But this time, the smile carried a tinge of schadenfreude.

Every time she saw Arthur, the man with a concealed identity, safely staying inside No. 2 Cork Street and witnessing everything happening in South Los, she felt immense envy.@@novelbin@@

Now, good!

With the exposure of the contemporary 'Black Cat' identity, let's see how you continue to be an onlooker!

The thought of what Arthur might face next elated the lady.

Especially considering that for a considerable time to come, Arthur would have to rely on her, making their cooperative relationship even closer, the lady was even more delighted.

Who wouldn't want a powerful partner?

And it's even better when that partner is within one's control.

Having a 'Arcana' level partner that she could easily eliminate with a mere gesture...

Some of her plans seemed ready to be advanced.

With these thoughts in mind, the lady said directly—

"I have the prop, and I can lend it to you—but you'll need to promise that once your backlash has subsided, you will communicate with an Undead for me."

The future is the future, but now is now.

This lady had a clear understanding.

What she deserved, she was determined to fight for.

"Agreed!"

Arthur gave an affirmative answer.

If it were before he acquired the Talent 'Breath of Death,' he might not have known where to start, but now he felt quite confident.

Moreover, he had faith in the 'Breath of Death'; even if he couldn't achieve communication, he would be able to obtain relevant clues.

After all, if communication was not possible, then intimidation would be the alternative!

Just as the two reached another agreement, Edwin, the coachman, knocked and entered the room again.

The coachman approached Marinda with a strange expression and a hesitant demeanor.

Marinda looked at her confidant in surprise but refrained from reprimanding him, simply demanding—

"Speak."