Mystery: A Spark

Klein seized the opportunity, quickly reaching into his pocket and pulling out a tarot card.

Seeing this, Meursault, who was about to fall and was about to lose his balance, revealed a fierce look in his eyes and tried to twist his body to avoid Klein's attack.

However, Klein, who possesses the "Joker's" intuition, accurately predicted Meursault's reaction.

Whoosh!

The tarot cards, like steel darts, landed precisely in Meursault's throat.

Chapter 121 Little Genius

Bathed in the crimson moonlight, Minsk Street seemed to be shrouded in a thin red veil.

And in the shadows near Klein's house,

Arthur looked at Arthas, who had lowered his little paws, with some surprise and asked:

"Did you use the grease-repelling technique?"

"Yes, I saw that they were fighting so fiercely, it was hard to say who would win, so I wanted them to finish quickly," Arthas replied in its childish voice.

"Well, that's fine. Although the probability of something going wrong isn't high, it's better to be safe than sorry." Arthur took one last look at Klein's house, then stepped into the shadows with the puppy on his shoulder.

"Speaking of which, what are your thoughts on this assassination attempt?" Arthur asked, patting the dog's head on his shoulder.

"Well, my impression is that this person's assassination methods were too rudimentary," Arthas replied without hesitation.

Hearing its words, Arthur asked with some curiosity:

"If it were you, what method would you use to assassinate him?"

"Me? If it were me, I would plant a bomb in his house, light it when he comes back, and run away, blowing him and his house to smithereens. That way, I definitely won't fail." Arthas tilted his head and thought for a moment before giving his answer.

"Goodness, I didn't expect you to be such a bomb fanatic, little thing," Arthur couldn't help but chuckle.

However, while he outwardly appeared to take the answer lightly, he secretly realized at that moment that...

For an apprentice dog who can travel through the spirit world as easily as drinking water and who can even pass through walls and doors, bomb explosions seem to be a very suitable fighting method.

Since, theoretically, Arthas could go anywhere, he could also plant bombs anywhere.

Just like Sharon, the explosives expert in the original work, as a vengeful spirit, she has no physical form, which gives her a great advantage in handling bombs.

However, the vengeful spirit is the fifth sequence of the heterogeneous path, and its advancement is quite difficult for ordinary people.

Apprentices are a bit different; they are at Sequence Nine, so the difficulty of promotion is quite low.

"Tsk, what a demolition genius this bomb dog is! If this little genius hadn't reminded me, I really wouldn't have discovered that there was such a development path in the apprenticeship program..." Arthur thought to himself with some emotion.

Unfortunately, due to limitations in industrial development, bombs in this world are mainly made of black powder, and their power is only barely acceptable.

It hasn't developed to the point where a tiny amount of explosives could have a huge yield, like in the previous life, let alone growing mushrooms.

However, once industry resumes development, people will naturally develop explosives with greater yields.

By then, the apprenticeship program might really have to be renamed.

"Hmph, of course, explosions are art, you know. Look at this Meursault doing all that fancy stuff, he seems to have suppressed your friend."

“But in reality, his success rate in this assassination attempt was very low. Even without my intervention, he would most likely have failed,” Arthas said with certainty.

"Oh? How did you know he would fail?" Arthur asked, somewhat surprised.

The battle between Meursault and Klein was actually at a stalemate. On the surface, Meursault seemed to have the upper hand, but he was caught off guard by Arthas's Oily spell, which ended the battle prematurely.

"How did I figure that out?" Arthas asked in a somewhat strange tone.

"That's because I followed this guy all afternoon and found that he was a completely irrational brute who had lost his mind."

"How could someone be so eager to kill someone just because they didn't get the answers they wanted after asking a couple of questions?"

"Moreover, not only did he intend to kill someone, but he even used a blowgun, a weapon used by primitive people. He should have at least brought a pistol, or even a dagger."

"Killing people isn't shameful."

Arthur:......

"No way, no way, does anyone really think they can kill someone with a blowgun that's gone in one shot? Where did this primitive man come from? He doesn't leave himself any room for error. If someone like that could assassinate someone, I might as well just smash my head against a tree and die."

After listening to Arthas's rant, Arthur couldn't help but poke its little head and say:

"You're such a cute little dog, why do you always talk in such a sarcastic way?"

"I learned it from you, that's how you talk," Arthas said, sticking out his tongue.

“Nonsense! How can you slander someone out of thin air? When did I ever say such a thing?” Arthur vehemently denied the puppy’s accusations.

"Tch, what innocence? Do you think I don't know? Last time you..." Arthas curled his lip, intending to recount all of Arthur's glorious deeds in detail.

But then it heard Arthur's incredibly deep voice:

"Alsace".

"What?" the puppy asked, somewhat puzzled.

Arthur silently took the puppy from his shoulder and put it in his hand, his voice extremely serious:

"You know too much. I can't let you live anymore. Prepare to die!!!"

"Help!!!"

……

Inside an unassuming house in Queens.

Hugh and Fors casually found a place to sit and began to examine the items written on the blackboard.

Mr. A, dressed in a hooded robe, remained quietly and alone on the sofa at the front, looking down at everyone with an air of superiority.

"Sequence 8 'Sheriff' potion recipe, 450 pounds..." Hugh read the familiar contents silently and breathed a long sigh of relief.

One of her biggest fears is that she will finally save up enough money, only to find that no one will sell her the recipe anymore!

“I received 750 pounds, plus my original savings of 150 pounds, which is enough… Not only is it enough to buy the recipe, but it will also be enough to buy the materials. It seems that I don’t need to sell my recipe to other extraordinary people anymore…” Hugh breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Generally speaking, most people prefer to have as few extraordinary individuals as possible in their own sequence, as this will make them special enough.

Moreover, if there are too many competitors using the same approach, the price of the corresponding materials will be driven up significantly, and the same applies to subsequent formulas.

Therefore, unless he is desperately in need of money, Hugh is unwilling to reveal the recipe for his method.

Phew, I have to thank the beautiful and generous Miss Audrey for this, otherwise I would have had to resell the formula in order to buy the subsequent materials... When Hugh saw Mr. A's waiter coming over, he wrote a note to the other party to buy the "Sheriff" formula.

Before long, she was led to the study on the first floor. Before entering, she took a hooded robe from the servant and put it on.

The sellers in the study were dressed the same way, and they couldn't see each other's faces.

"This is the recipe for the 'Sheriff' potion. Where's my money?" the seller asked in a hoarse voice, pressing down on the note on the desk.

Hugh pulled out the cash he had already counted several times and pushed it to the other person.

After repeatedly checking the authenticity and total amount, the seller finally let go of the formula.

Hugh immediately stepped forward and swiftly grabbed the note.

Her gaze swept directly to the main material section, which was the most important part:

"A pair of eyes of the Fear Demon Insect, and the right paw of the Silver-White War Bear."

These are all extraordinary materials that I know about but have never seen anyone sell. I'll have to keep an eye out for them in the various circles of extraordinary individuals, or maybe I should ask Arthur if he has any clues about these materials... Hugh sighed, looking slightly melancholy as he left the study and took off his robe.

Back in the living room, I sat down next to Fors.

At this point, Fors had already obtained the Soul Eater's Stomach from Arthur, but according to Arthur, the other main ingredient, Deep Sea Marlin Blood, would take several more days to arrive.

However, Fors wasn't in a hurry. After all, he had waited for several years, so a few more days wouldn't make a difference.

She is currently at this extraordinary gathering, collecting auxiliary materials for the Trickster's Potion.

These are materials like hornbeam essential oil, threadweed, and red chestnut flowers, which are relatively low in value but troublesome to collect.

While Fors and Hugh were searching for the necessary auxiliary materials, a waiter passed them a note:

“Miss Arbitrator, who purchased the ‘Sheriff’ formula, would you like to come to the study for a chat? I may have something you need.”

Who? How would they know I bought the "Sheriff" formula? Hugh's dark green pupils contracted as he looked around in astonishment, but found no suspicious stares.

According to Mr. A, transactions with him should be very safe and confidential... In the end, Hugh couldn't help but look at the single sofa. He saw Mr. A, whose face was hidden by the shadow of his hood, still quietly observing everyone without showing any unusual behavior.

She nudged Fors with her elbow and asked in a low voice:

Should I go?

Fors took the note, glanced at it, and answered without hesitation:

"Go ahead, at least Mr. A is watching over you now, no one dares to do anything to you. You can take this opportunity to find out what their purpose is, and maybe you can really get the potion ingredients you want?"

“That makes sense…” Hugh was a very proactive person, so he nodded to the servant and followed him outside the study, where he put on a hooded robe.

This hat covers my entire face, I can barely see the road ahead... Hugh put on the hood, opened the door and went in, and saw a man in a black tailcoat sitting behind the desk.

The man wore a golden mask that revealed his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and cheeks, making it impossible to imagine what he actually looked like.

The man's light brown eyes, hidden behind the gold mask, flickered, and he pointed to the chair opposite the desk, saying:

"sit."

His voice was deliberately hoarse, but nothing particularly special.

Hugh slammed the study door shut, straightened his back, and sat down in his designated spot with an air of authority, asking:

"Do you have the main ingredients for the 'Sheriff' potion?"

The masked man chuckled softly and said:

"Yes, I have both the eyes of the Fear Demon Worm and the right paw of the Silver War Bear."

"In fact, I had someone sell the recipe for the 'Sheriff' potion on my behalf."

No wonder... Although Hugh is often ridiculed by her friends for being brainless, she is not a completely reckless person, having managed to survive in the extraordinary community, in the gangs and poor people of the East District. She has a beast-like intuition for danger.

She asked in a deep voice:

"Why are you doing this?"

"Selecting suitable helpers," the masked man chuckled.