They all call me Great Master-Chapter 238 - 235 Death Approaches!

Before, a question had been troubling Arthur.

That was why Bernice, who could contact the Mystic Side, would not believe in "Spirit Mediums" or "Necromancy"——logically, having contact with the Mystic Side should make one more likely to believe in "Spirit Mediums" and "Necromancy."

After all, Mystic Side Persons themselves firmly believed in "Necromancy."

And the recent scene made Arthur understand.

Bernice didn’t disbelieve.

But rather, he dared not believe.

Because once Bernice believed in things like "Spirit Mediums" and "Necromancy," he would have to believe in the existence of ghosts and spirits.

If ghosts and spirits exist, would those he had harmed come to seek vengeance on him?

The answer is yes!

They definitely would come for him!

And they would definitely take their revenge in the most malicious ways!

Even if Mystic Side Persons explained that the formation of ghosts and spirits is extremely stringent, and ordinary people need not worry, it was useless.

Because——

Bernice had secret guilt!

And it was a wickedness that he himself had nurtured to be matchless in evil!

With the slightest rustling of grass, Bernice would be scared half to death.

After numerous such scares, it was highly likely that Bernice would meet his demise.

Especially the things that would normally happen, Bernice would most likely consider them as "bad omen," and if he did not…

Then he would help Bernice see them as such.

"The arrival of ’bad omens’ cannot be stopped!

For their resentment has long been unstoppable!

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They will make those close to you become dangerous, horrifying!

Originally, Clay’s innocence and kindness had built a barrier, protecting you and your family, but with Clay’s tragic death, this barrier has vanished completely.

As for Edith...

Alas!"

In the face of Bernice’s pleas, the young ’Spirit Medium’ seemed to sympathize, lowering their voice as they spoke, but when it came to Edith, they simply sighed.

Bernice’s fist clenched suddenly.

"I must teach her a lesson!"

The great merchant growled low.

"No!

You must avoid her!

She has brought disaster, she revels in disaster——the twisted Edith, is far more malevolent than you can imagine...with no regard for any familial ties, she has already turned everything that follows into a hunting game!"

Seeing Bernice’s demeanor, Arthur immediately added fuel to the fire.

Edith’s death by assault would inevitably make Bernice suspicious.

So Arthur multiplied such suspicions countless times.

He wanted Bernice to doubt everything.

After a few frights, Bernice would naturally know what to do.

You must know, once the seed of suspicion is sown, it will surely take root and sprout, and with just a little watering, the tender shoots that break through the soil will surely grow into towering trees.

At this moment, Arthur had just planted the seed.

As for watering, naturally, cooperation from Scott was needed——just a few initial headlines like "The Bernice family’s misfortune," "The ’Spirit Medium’ Kledos also unwilling to face the innocent victims," and the like would be sufficient.

Then, it was time to start digging deep into Bernice’s rise to wealth!

One part truth, nine parts falsehood, ninety parts capturing shadows and chasing the wind, is enough to make everything seem real!

If he were to cooperate by leaving South Los, it would become even more credible!

And this would not harm his reputation; on the contrary, it would earn him considerable praise from the lower classes.

Because the ’innocent victims’ he was unwilling to face mostly came from the lower strata!

Arthur swore, he definitely wasn’t just doing this as a reasonable excuse to leave South Los, he just felt that "Mr. Wu’s Exchange" warehouse could do with some more stock——when something happened to the Bernice family, the other associations in South Los would definitely not ignore it, they would surely pile on and take their share of the spoils.

That’s when his opportunity would come.

Deep in his thoughts, the young ’Spirit Medium’ sighed once more, making a gesture of invitation again.

This time, Bernice didn’t hesitate, quickly walking outside.

The great merchant couldn’t wait to return to the manor, and then send Edith away, whether to Inner Bay or even further to Sidon Fortress.

In any case, the great merchant resolved never to see this extremely distorted fellow ever again.

Arthur watched as the Bernice family carriage drove away.

From the beginning to the end, his face was tinged with a faint sadness.

The first to witness this scene was none other than Mr. Duer, the neighbor.

Then, the other neighbors followed suit.

And this time, Arthur was unusually out of character, not smiling or greeting anyone—although all the neighbors kept their distance from the famously rising neighbor.

But it was exactly their avoidance that made them pay even more attention to Arthur’s every move.

And, unconsciously, magnify it.

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Some nosy neighbors were already planning to go to the newspaper office to provide material.

Like Mr. Duer, for example.

The door at No. 2 Cork Street closed, but the sadness on Arthur’s face did not fade; he gazed sincerely at the darkest part of the room—

"You agree with what I did, don’t you?"

"If you don’t speak up, I’ll take it as agreement."

"Thank you."

Pendragon sauntered past his owner without so much as glancing at Arthur, the kitten’s instinct telling Pendragon that his owner was deceiving someone again.

Or rather...

Deceiving spirits.

In any case, Pan showed disdain for his owner.

But Arthur didn’t intend to let his cat off the hook.

The young ’Spirit Medium’ scooped up the passing kitten from behind, lifting it high before settling it in his arms.

"Hehehe, little kitty, take a look at what this is—

Newspaper!

It’s a great invention because it records great people!

Like me, for instance!

Look at this report ’The Gambler Murder Case’ and this one ’The Deeper Hidden Culprit’; they’re both about me!"

Holding the Horn Report and South Los Daily, Arthur imparted this knowledge to his little kitty.

Just then, the XP prompt appeared once more—

[The Horn Report’s follow-up on the ’Human Chair’ case has shocked everyone, no one can believe that Haite was the deepest hidden one, and he conspired with Fornac and Nack, especially about the hidden details of the ’Sank Family’ massacre twenty years ago, astonishing people even more with your abilities; XP +50]

[The South Los Daily reminds citizens to be aware of the dangers of gambling and commends you for your heroic actions amidst last night’s accident during the gas lamp pipeline installation at Elta Square, with experts advising caution with gas lamps, XP +50]

[More people are hearing about your name; XP +10]

...

Unlike the meager 10 points from yesterday, today was once again a small harvest.

Of course, it was still ’Christmas Eve’ last night.

Nothing happened at all!

Was there something?

Then it was an accident!

Didn’t you see that Elta Square was just demolished by the newly laid gas lamp pipelines?

Arthur had started to get used to it.

Looking at the XP he had just earned, the young ’Spirit Medium’ introduced the reports from the newspaper to the little kitty with even more enthusiasm.

In his mind, he was thinking about what was necessary for a long journey.

But at that moment, the doorbell of No. 2 Cork Street rang again.

It was still that same postman.

As always, a letter from the Mount Gale Region, Yumir Manor.

However, as he read the content of the letter, Arthur’s eyes narrowed, and he murmured softly—

"Interesting!"