Upon spotting Potterman, Arthur was instantly on high alert.
Despite some prior groundwork, facing a figure like the Left Cantor of the Death Poetry Society, being excessively wary and guarded was hardly excessive.
Unexpectedly to Arthur, the Left Cantor of the Death Poetry Society had only appeared at the crossroads between Dar Alley and Cork Street.
Afterward, he handed an invitation along with a Zeroes to the children of Dar Alley, all the while smiling.
Even if his face was partly concealed by a cap, the upward curve of his mouth could not escape Fujin's eyes.
'Is this an invitation card?' he wondered, a frown forming, eyes filled with confusion.
It was not just the invitation card, but also the man's preceding actions.
The Left Cantor of the Death Poetry Society tipping someone for running an errand, and even smiling?!
This was unlike any Mystic Side Person Arthur had ever encountered.
