Marinda waited for Arthur's reaction.
This display, of course, was not everything.
But it didn't stop her from hoping to receive praise.
Arthur knew what to do the moment he saw Marinda's smile.
He responded with a smile, and then, praised—
This was a sincere compliment, not perfunctory.
In fact, when Marinda invited him to ride in the carriage, Arthur had guessed he might witness the magnificent scene before him—only seeing it with his own eyes was even more shocking than imagined.
Arthur's eyes looked through the mist at the undead clad in Holy Era style armor and the twelve-meter-tall undead giant capable of suppressing an 'entrant' with mere power, and couldn't help but exclaim—
"You must have spent a lot of effort collecting them."
They are more of an inheritance.
My mother and father left me plenty of wealth—their own, and from their family and forces behind them, especially my mother's family.
You would never guess that an unassuming ring on the finger of a dying person is the coveted medium for ordinary witches.
Just treated as decoration."
Speaking of her mother's family, Marinda showed considerable disdain.
Understanding this, Arthur immediately reached out to hold Marinda's hand.
"You know, you are not alone now.
I'm not asking you to be cautious.
Rather, when you want to do something, I can help.
Now, I have some power to protect myself as well."
Arthur said with a smile.
Marinda was initially very moved.
This was exactly the kind of support she wanted from Arthur.
But upon hearing Arthur's so-called 'power to protect himself', this lady couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Only when about to 'ascend step', does it count as having the power to protect oneself?
Also, is time too tight, otherwise, are you planning to become a god before going out?
Marinda didn't voice her thoughts but just secretly grumbled.
But Arthur saw Marinda's expression and could guess.
If possible, I certainly would do that.
This world is indeed very dangerous!"
As he spoke, Arthur pointed to the mist-covered district below, his voice involuntarily became ethereal—
"Because you never know how many people have you in mind."
Who is laying a trap for me?
All the 'Mechanism Masters' had their eyes shine to the extreme, at this moment, their specially modified brains began to calculate together.
But, there was no result.
Even with a hundred modified brains, it couldn't calculate who it was.
But he knew clearly that this couldn't go on.
He needed to gain an advantage.
His clone was entangled by a massive number of undead.
Should he use his main body?
As soon as this thought arose, the 'Mechanism Master' swiftly cast it out of his mind.
Now, he's just enduring a defeat.
If he uses his main body, it would be a matter of life and death.
Even if this defeat would regress his strength back to Arcana Level, it is better than dying.
Moreover, it's not impossible to restore his strength.
It just takes longer.
And time is nothing to him, after all.
His body has been modified, time is the least valuable.
Thinking this, the 'Mechanism Master' completely relaxed.
Yet, for the treasure about to be lost, this 'Mechanism Master' was still full of regret, so, as he watched Mr. Smith, with the help of the undead's entanglement, smash his clones one after another, he gritted his teeth in hate.
Mr. Smith, at this moment, was feeling intensely satisfied.
Just a moment ago, he was fighting for his life.
Now, he began mowing down enemies.
Is there anything more joyful than this?
Of course, it's any time spent with Rachel.
'Support came so quickly?
This doesn't quite align with 'Death's style.
He isn't usually so charitable.
Do I have a more important role?'
Mr. Smith speculated internally, gaining more confidence to leave Inner Bay with his wife.
What Mr. Smith feared was being disposable.
Mr. Smith finally let go of his hanging heart.
He started swinging his fists even more ruthlessly.
Every punch destroyed a 'Mechanism Master' entangled by the undead—compared to before, Mr. Smith now seemed to be merely target shooting.
It was like targeting fixed marks that barely moved and offered minimal resistance.
This involuntarily reminded Mr. Smith of the games he played with groundhogs in the forest hundreds of years ago.
It's a pity there's no hammer.
Mr. Smith regretted this.
While the 'Mechanism Master' grew increasingly full of hate.
If only this 'Mechanism Master' had eyes right now, the intense gaze would surely kill Mr. Smith.
I will slice you into a hundred pieces!'
The 'Mechanism Master' screamed crazily within.
A calm voice suddenly whispered in his ear.
The 'Mechanism Master' was stunned.
In his perception, he had completely failed to notice anyone approaching.
Had the other person not spoken, he would not have discovered them even now.
What surprised this 'Mechanism Master' more was that there were not one, but two such people.
A voice full of mockery followed.
"How can a person turn into a piece of wood?"
As the words fell, an axe hacked onto the door frame of this piece of a house.
The sensation of pain came, and the 'Mechanism Master' could no longer maintain his current transformation, quickly reverting to a figure resembling a stick insect.
At the same time, now possessing vision, he saw the arrivals.
An ordinary-looking middle-aged man, and an even more ordinary-looking middle-aged chubby.
The 'Mechanism Master' was bewildered.
But Acker and Eivor wouldn't give him such a chance.
Like phantoms, they passed through his body, appearing behind him.
The already hollow 'Mechanism Master' shriveled even more.
A thread of 'Spider Silk' darted into the shadows, the surrounding shadows churned away like a giant mouth, directly swallowing the 'Mechanism Master'.
After completing this, Acker and Eivor bowed in salute toward the carriage in the night sky before retreating into the darkness.
They still had tasks.
In the carriage, Arthur nodded with a smile at Marinda and then pushed open the door, leaping down.
He stepped onto the land of Lion Palace.
He used the mist to conceal his movements.
He slightly raised his hand.
The mice under Lion Palace squeaked out, following the commands of their natural enemy, surging in all directions searching.
Seventeen seconds later, Arthur's lips curled up.