They all call me Great Master

Chapter 138 Overthinking!

arthur looked at his confident partner, his feelings quite complex.in the end, a myriad of thoughts converged into a single sigh—

you are quite good, aren't you?

"not a lost soul,"

arthur said with certainty.

then, he walked from where the carriage was parked towards the direction of spring water square, bending down to touch the still moist soil.

cold.

a coldness not belonging to this season.

immediately, arthur understood.

he continued to bend and

it's that it's too easy for the 'mystic side' to do something like this, they wouldn't need to bother so much, and with the mystic side's mode of operation, unless it was for a ritual or similar, most of the time, they would directly eliminate the target and destroy the body.

simply put, if a mystic side person took action, it wouldn't be recognized as a murder in south los.

because you wouldn't even find the body!

at most, it would be classified as a disappearance!

"why keep coming?

isn't it over yet?

shouldn't lord count have sorted everything out?"

the police chief muttered with a slight furrow of his brow.

"yes, lord count took care of everything, but only the things that were exposed — the old lion's financial advisor gave up all spies to divert lord count's attention.

but who can assure that the spies the financial advisor knew about were all there were?"

arthur reminded.

immediately, the police chief's eyes sharpened.

ever since 'seeing' his partner's true strength yesterday, he had been thinking about how to cooperate with his partner.

and now, as he watched arthur's smiling face again, he finally understood his partner's meaning —

their power structure was too simplistic!

they couldn't put all their eggs in one basket!

they needed multiple layers of coverage!

even, they could completely nurture two seemingly opposing factions that could become daggers thrust into the enemies' hearts at critical moments.

so, just the shire district police station and rat street were definitely not enough!

they must expand their influence, not to mention taking over dort district, the docklands also should have their people!

and...

'daredevil camp'!

mystic images of the 'daredevil camp' from the seven years' war period floated in malz's mind, he didn't know how to train the daredevil camp or about the rumored 'daredevil camp potions', but one of his old friends did.

should the reclusive person still be alive?

malz wasn't sure but decided he would write to his old friend later.

phew!

the police chief took a deep breath, slightly bowed to arthur, and said—

"thank you for the reminder, i understand now."