They all call me Great Master

All members of the Mount Gale Town police station came outside to welcome Arthur and his party, including the Police Chief and a total of fifteen people.

Among them was a fourth-level police officer who also served as the coroner.

"No one, no one was inside when I left!"

This fourth-level officer stuttered.

The already frightened members of the Mount Gale Town police station started shivering when they heard what the fourth-level officer said.

And at that moment—

Thud! Thud!

Squeak! Squeak!

That heavy sound rang out again.

It was followed by a continuous, teeth-gritting noise.

The sound came one after another without pause.

In the minds of all the present members of the Mount Gale Town police station, they envisioned a corpse knocking on the morgue drawer, then with both arms propping up the top of the drawer, leveraging friction a little bit at a time to slide it open.

Instantly, a chill ran from the soles of their feet to the tops of their heads.

Especially the fourth-level officer who also served as the coroner; he collapsed onto the ground at this time.

Compared to others, this fourth-level officer was all too familiar with the sound of the decrepit morgue drawers opening and closing.

He was certain that it was the sound of a morgue drawer opening inside the morgue.

He had heard it countless times and couldn't be mistaken about it.

The people from the Mount Gale Town police station were all terrified, looking utterly perplexed.@@novelbin@@

But Arthur's expression remained indifferent.

After all...

He was the one who had arranged this.

As a young, upright, naive, and kind 'Spirit Medium,' Arthur believed it was necessary to find out whether the disappearance of a twenty-person merchant caravan and the 'Curse' of Yumir Manor were indeed related.

As for using traditional 'Spirit Medium' methods?

What's wrong with a 'Spirit Medium' using some traditional 'Spirit Medium' methods?

Is there a problem?

Arthur confidently walked towards the police station, Simon drew his longsword and followed with his firearm in hand, and Hunter and Newt exchanged glances, both seeing the pallor on each other's faces. They gritted their teeth and drew their weapons to follow—they had made mistakes and were still on probation. If something happened to Arthur who had come with them, and they weren't by his side, and were unharmed, then they wouldn't need to return to South Los.

If they dared to go back, the first to not let them off would be Malz, the Police Chief.

Arthur led the way with Simon and Hunter to his sides, Newt bringing up the rear.

Even though the three of them looked tense and fear was evident in their eyes, they all followed.

Arthur was satisfied with this.

The young 'Spirit Medium' knew not everyone could become experienced collaborators like Malz and Marinda, but he hoped the people around him could possess at least a tiny bit of basic trust.

Not too much was needed.

A tiny bit would suffice.

The Mount Gale Town police station wasn't large; it was a two-story building with a basement. The first floor held the office area and detention cells, while the second floor was the offices for the Police Chief, Deputy Chief, and coroner. The basement contained the morgue, evidence storage, and miscellaneous storage.

Arthur had already seen it through Fujin's eyes and explored the way with the "Hand of Void."

Therefore, at this moment, he confidently pushed open the door to the morgue.

A set of wooden morgue drawers was lined against the wall, facing three beds, and beyond that was a cabinet for storing coroner's tools.

The three beds were stained with many bloodstains that had already blackened.

The tool cabinet inside was also a mess, with no semblance of order.

Clearly, there had been no cleaning or organizing for a long time.

According to new regulations, the morgue should be cleaned daily, and the morgue drawers should be maintained every year.

Obviously, the people from the Mount Gale Town police station did not heed these protocols.

But Arthur was not surprised.

In fact, after leaving South Los, few adhered to the new regulations.

Even in South Los, the form often outweighed the substance.

Moreover, the fact that the morgue in the Mount Gale police station even had morgue drawers was a surprise to Arthur.

Arthur turned his gaze toward the morgue drawers or rather, the one that was opened.

Inside lay a corpse whose neck was twisted at a bizarre angle.

It must be the guy who had fallen down the stairs and broken his neck.

At this moment, he was lying naked inside.

There was no doubt that everything belonging to the corpse had been taken by the coroner, and after a series of allocations, the body would become worthless—it was highly likely to be discarded as a John Doe in a mass grave.

As for preserving the body or pursuing the murderer?

The police in South Los couldn't manage that, let alone in this town.

And the items that belonged to the corpse?

From the moment the body was discovered, it had to pass through the hands of the patrolling officers.

While they wouldn't go too far, who knew whether the items they desired—props from the Mystic Side—were hidden among them, sometimes quite unassuming in appearance.

Moreover, what was more important was that it was not easy to retrieve the items they had already pocketed.

After all, it involved matters of personal interest.

'Don't try to take things from other people's pockets; that will only make them despise and be wary of us, and it may even lead to fierce conflicts! What we need to do is: make them willingly take out the stuff, and place it in our hands with endless gratitude, and they'll be thankful for eternity!'

Arthur silently approved as he recalled Old Charlie's words in his mind.

Just as Old Charlie had said, perhaps he could use his status, his power, to force these fellows to hand things over, and indeed they wouldn't dare to refuse, but they would surely harbor resentment in secret.

And such resentment could easily lead to trouble—some people couldn't even offer you a tiny bit of help, but they could go to great lengths to mess things up for you.

That, precisely, was human nature.

Arthur was someone who loathed trouble.

So, after confirming that it wasn't feasible to 'permanently eliminate future trouble,' the young 'Spirit Medium' chose the 'gentler' approach.

"Let those men in—have they gone mad? Even daring to take things that have been tainted by the curse of Lost Souls!"

Arthur reprimanded in a low voice, waving his hand to signal.

Immediately, Hunter and Newt went to call people over.

Soon, the folks from Mount Gale Town's police station began to shuffle down reluctantly.

Police Chief Westbron walked at the front, unwillingly, while the two fourth-level police officers scrutinized every step they took; it was clear that at the slightest sign of trouble, these two were ready to bolt.

And the patrolling officers following behind?

They were even more so.

Indeed, two patrolling officers who entered the basement stopped at the entrance and didn't move any further.

However, for the young 'Spirit Medium,' this was enough—

With the assistance of the "Hand of Void," the corpse with the broken neck slowly sat up, and a low weeping sound echoed in the morgue.

"Good lord!"

Police Chief Westbron let out a sharp wail and turned to run.

The two fourth-level officers, who had made preparations but still reacted slower than their Chief, ended up becoming stumbling blocks.

Bang, bang!

The three collided into each other.

The remaining patrolling officers were in utter chaos.

Some collapsed on the ground, weeping bitterly.

Some used hands and feet, attempting to escape the basement.

But the next moment, a voice from the morgue made everyone stop in their tracks.

They instinctively looked towards the morgue.

Disbelief soon filled their eyes.

They saw the officer from South Los standing in front of the corpse, with a compassionate expression, quietly chanting—

"Stars scattered across the board, chariots five, horses six; a resplendent star from the white night traverses the earth, soothing restless spirits...

Whoever took their belongings, return them now!"

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The entire morgue and the hallway became silent.

Then, everyone began emptying their pockets.

Some even ran upwards, clearly indicating their belongings weren't with them at that moment.

There was no resistance, nor rebellion; all were so proactive.

Watching this scene, a faint smile appeared at the bottom of Arthur's heart.

Then, the young 'Spirit Medium' began to check whether there were items he was looking for among them.

Soon, after discarding most of the unnecessary items, three Mystic Tools appeared before Arthur's eyes.

However, looking at the three Mystic Tools before him, Arthur frowned—

'What a coincidence?!'