They all call me master.

Chapter 418 The night when the Son of Death comes to earth!

At the moment before dawn, when everyone was drowsy, the left lead singer of "Dead Poets Society", Bo Liman, arrived as scheduled.

The man wearing a hood and cloak walked through Dal Lane like a ghost and arrived at the gate of No. 2 Kirk Street. The man raised his head and looked at the tall [Death Snake Banyan] with sighs in his eyes.

There was a similar plant in Atoble, the former sacred place of the Dead Poets Society.

The existence of the other party has always been a symbol of the sacred place of 'Dead Poets Society', and it was also one of the important symbols of 'Dead Poets Society'.

Many old-school "Dead Poets Society" members still refer to it as the "Holy Tree".

As for those new school bastards?
How could the Holy Land have been destroyed if it weren't for those bastards?

How could the president be seriously injured and hiding, and how could the entire 'Dead Poets Society' lose its foundation.

And the 'Holy Tree'...

It was even burned down and uprooted.

At the same time, the door of No. 2 Kirk Street was opened.

As for the losses and consumption in this process?
All are normal.

Because, the prophecy of an old friend!

The important thing is that we are back on track now.

An invisible hand opened the courtyard door.

only……

These are allowed.

Isn’t that what prophecies are all about?

However, as time passed, one thing after another appeared, telling him that the prophecy was true.

Everything is different!
The emergence of the 'Son of Death' in the prophecy will turn everything around. The 'Dead Poets Society' will not only rebuild the Holy Land, but also make the glory of 'Death' shine brightly again! '

No more life.

Botliman looked at the [Death Snake Banyan] in front of him. Even the left lead singer of 'Dead Poets Society' became emotional at this time.

This is nothing.

Botliman did not believe in such predictions before.

'It's different!

What's more, they follow death?

Just find the real 'Son of Death'!
Thinking of this, Botliman took a deep breath, adjusted his clothes, and knocked lightly on the courtyard door.

There were some deviations before.

The left lead singer of 'Dead Poets Society' walked into the room without hesitation. As the door closed behind him, Potliman took off his hood, revealing a face that could be called handsome. The brown beard on the chin not only does not make the other person look sloppy.

'Death' is a process.

Botliman's eyes were filled with hatred as he looked back on the past, but then he cheered up.

On the contrary, it gives the other party a mature charm.

Moreover, the other party's behavior was elegant, and he had a sense of grace when he moved.

However, immediately, the opponent's steps forward were stunned.

because--

Coolidge.

After being ordered by Arthur to temporarily reveal his body, Coolidge was discovered by Botliman, who was lying in the corner of the corridor.

Almost at the first glance, Portliman saw the real existence on the surface of Coolidge's cream-colored Labrador: [Death Hound].

Botliman was stunned.

Then he laughed.

Isn't it normal for the 'Son of Death' to raise [Death Hounds]?
No need to be surprised!
All are normal operations!

The left lead singer of 'Dead Poets Society' told himself this.

At the same time, I became more and more convinced of my friend’s prophecy.

Stepping forward to the medium's small hall, the left lead singer of 'Dead Poets Society' bowed slightly and greeted softly——

"Good evening, Arthur.

I'm really glad you agreed to meet with me.

You may not know what we paid for this meeting. "

"Oh, what did it cost?"

Arthur, who was sitting in the medium's hall, stood up in response to the other party's words. While asking, he went to the kitchen to boil water.

Botliman stood at the door of the medium's hall, looked at Arthur's back in the kitchen, and smiled bitterly.

"You are asking knowingly. Isn't this all under your and your grandfather's control?
We never thought that you were the real 'Son of Death' we were looking for!
We never thought that your grandfather could cover up our fate and shift our focus to the fake Holden. "

As he said that, the smile of the left lead singer of 'Dead Poets Society' became even more bitter.

Because, he thought of the words he had with his good friend——

'After the fate was concealed by that old Lord Charles, at that moment there were 57,622 possibilities, 57,620 of which were dead ends.

There are only two ways to survive.

One of them is extremely difficult.

The other one is very easy.

The easy one is something we cannot peek into.

And the reason why our Son chose the difficult one, the one we peep into, was because of a woman.

Maybe, this is love! '

The left lead singer of 'Dead Poets Society' could hear his helplessness when his friend relayed these words to him.

And he understood his friend's helplessness very well.

Because, so does he.

Obviously because of Arthur's choice, they discovered Arthur's true identity.

But he was not happy at all.

There is always a feeling that 'love' is mocking 'death'.

Moreover, it was 'Death' that came forward.

The only thing that is gratifying is that the lady does not refuse 'death'.

If his friends hadn't stopped him, he would have already contacted the lady and asked her to join the 'Dead Poets Society'.

'Don't interfere with His Royal Highness the Son's love.

We just need to ensure the safety of His Royal Highness the Son and the safety of that lady.

leftover?
Just watch. '

Keeping his friend's words in mind, Botliman quickly adjusted his mood, looking at Arthur's back with hot and substantial expectations in his eyes.

'Sure enough, the Right Patriarch of the Dead Poets Society, who is rumored to have the ability to 'prophetise', also has a similar ability to 'look back'. '

Arthur, who had expected it, didn't panic at all.

There was no excitement either.

Everything is under his control.

He stopped the boiling water for a moment, controlled the water temperature very accurately, and brewed tea for Botliman.

When the aroma of tea filled with the aroma of beans began to spread in the medium's small hall, Arthur looked at the left lead singer of 'Dead Poets Society' opposite.

The eyes were very peaceful, without any fear or hatred.

Just peaceful and a little...

resignedly.

Portriman twirled the tea cup with his fingers. When he saw Arthur's eyes like this, he immediately praised his old friend in his heart.

In the past, he always misunderstood his old friend.

I always think that my old friend is too arrogant.

But now, he realized that he was wrong.

He overcomplicates a simple thing.

It also transformed him from a simple person to a complex one.

In fact, these are not needed.

He just needs to discuss it with his friends.

Then?

Just do what your friends tell you.

For example, this time!
Without any hesitation, the left lead singer of 'Dead Poets Society' took out a scroll from his arms and said -

"'Dead Poets Society' has three major rituals and seven secret arts, and this is one of the seven secret arts, the 'Voice of Death.'"

After saying that, the other party placed the secret scroll in front of Arthur.

Then, without waiting for Arthur to speak, the left lead singer of 'Dead Poets Society' opened the scroll and laid it flat, trying to make Arthur read the words on the scroll...

All at a glance.

(End of this chapter)