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Arthur nodded his head.

"Of course!"

As he spoke, Arthur unlocked the brass lock of the black wooden box.

Inside was a long-stemmed curved pipe.

The bowl was made of briar root, and the extended stem was of black metal.

Of course, these were not the main focus, the important part was the row of small characters engraved on the extended stem, wrapped in a wave pattern.

Or more precisely, a name—

Marinda.

Seeing this name, Arthur raised his hand and gently touched it, feeling the traces within.

Unlike the beauty of a scripted name.

The engraved traces were even sharper.

Just like Marinda herself.

"Did you engrave this?"

Arthur looked up and asked.

Marinda, who had been watching Arthur touch the pipe stem, nodded calmly.

"How is it?"

Then, the lady inquired about his opinion.

"I really like it,"

Arthur said, taking out a small bag of tobacco from the Atos's Box that he had previously placed inside.

As soon as the bag was opened, a faint sweetness emerged, a blend of mint and apple, with a hint of honey—this was previously given to Arthur by Marinda.

Upon seeing this, Marinda's smile grew even broader.

"For a beginner like you, two grams is plenty,"

she said, rising to her feet.

"We will arrive at Port Doldot tomorrow; I need to prepare.

Both the Marquis and that lady require my earnest attention."

Having finished speaking, the lady did not linger and promptly left.

Passing through the smoke to return to South Los, Marinda's smile was even more radiant than before.

She had seen Pendragon's departure.

She also saw the silhouettes of a cat and a dog as the fireworks rose across the river.

Therefore, she was happy.

"You...

You really are a bad guy!"

Marinda whispered softly to herself.

Then, taking a deep breath and sharpening her gaze, the lady contemplated the scenarios that might occur the next day.

She knew well that her current strength was somewhat lacking.

Even though she had tried her best to catch up, that bad guy was moving faster and faster.

"Indeed...

I was complacent before,"

Marinda muttered to herself and headed straight for the basement of 6 White Bird Street.

This basement was the entrance to a hidden room.

And that room was known only to Marinda.

After complex machinery and a series of Glyphic Language, Marinda descended the stairs, traversed a corridor one hundred and thirty-three meters long, and continued downward.

This was a spiral staircase.

At the head of this staircase, there were four doors.

Marinda chose the correct one and walked in.

Inside were—

Coffins!

Two coffins!

One held her father, the Grand Knight of the West Coast Knights Templar.

The other held her mother, the previous heir of the 'Blood Crow Family' of the West Coast.

Marinda walked between the two coffins and placed her hands on top of them.

"Father, Mother,"

the lady called out softly.

Immediately, faint sounds came from within the two coffins.

Like soft knocking, tapping.

It sounded even more like...

Breathing!

Feeling such sounds, Marinda's eyes filled with unprecedented memories.

She remembered her mother, and she remembered her father.

She also remembered the hatred.

Therefore, she wanted her parents to take revenge with their own hands.

Similarly, this was the path she had chosen.

It was also her biggest trump card.

And now?

She was ready to borrow a little of her parents' power.

The next moment, a power unique to the Undead rose from within the two coffins, but unlike the pure Undead, one of these powers exuded a sense of holiness while the other was even more sinister.

They temporarily converged inside Marinda.

Hum!

All along, the world's blockade against "Entrants" was directly shattered.

And behind Marinda, two shadowy figures flickered in and out of existence.

...

After Arthur added two grams of tobacco into his pipe, his gaze turned toward the XP information that had come in this morning—

[The reputation of the master of the Inland River God has made everyone start to doubt and wonder, some believe, while others are skeptical, but regardless, more people are beginning to take you seriously; XP+800]

[Even more people have heard your name: XP+600]

...

Clearly, following the recent uproar, the daily XP value had once again returned to its former peak.

And the title of the master of the "God of the Inland River"?

Arthur was determined to establish it.

He believed that it would bring him a huge amount of XP.

After all, unlike ordinary people who just watch the fun,

within the "Inland River Cult" there certainly are many fervent believers, and these people are definitely the best sources of XP, as long as they acknowledge you, that's a big income.

There might even be unexpected surprises.

Can fanatical believers generate XP consistently?

Arthur had been pondering this question.

After all, according to the current understanding of XP, it is about people knowing his name.

The word "know" is quite intriguing.

To know and to remember, that's one category.

To know and to forget, that's another.

The latter, when remembering, provide new XP.

So would the former, in remembering you and continually deepening their impression, provide more XP?

Arthur didn't know.

But he was willing to try.

It's not that Arthur especially liked deceiving people or anything.

It's really because XP was too scarce.

5200XP.

That was all Arthur had now.

And how much did he need?

99999 points!

The Seventeen Order's entry threshold is 99999 XP points!

Having experienced the limit once, Arthur certainly knew the benefits, and he definitely needed to reach the limit to truly step onto the "Seventeen Order"—this was Arthur's intuition.

He had absolute trust in this.

He trusted his intuition.

He trusted even more that with the XP requirement dropping by 1-2 points every day, he could not complete it in a short period of time with conventional methods.

"Sigh, it's all because you forced me," Arthur lamented in his heart.

Then, he lay back on his bed with his pipe in his mouth.

The food on the dining table?

What food.

The plates had been licked clean.

The same went for the food the cook brought later.

Clean as a whistle, not a crumb left.

The night grew deeper still.

The party on the shores of Xilongde continued, and the noise persisted until late into the night.

As a result, the departure of the "Oriental" was delayed somewhat, and even with the current in their favor, it wasn't until the evening of the next day that the passengers on the "Oriental" saw the bustling Port Doldot.

Arthur stored away the second [Mikhail's Strong Touch (Fragmentary)] that Yula had brought him at noon today.

Throughout the process, the fragmentary Abel protested in bursts.

The fragmentary Bloodsucking Ancestor Worm declared it would not be parasitized, nor would it be resurrected.

But to that, Arthur chose to ignore.

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Now was far from the time to throw them out!

Arthur, while mulling over a new plan in his heart, looked at the approaching Port Doldot, his lips curving into a natural smile.

The young Spirit Medium murmured to himself—

"The wonderful night... begins!"